Marulan
Eyre Highway
Yass, Gunning, Goulburn, Marulan. The towns ticked by as I made my was over the lumpy roads, lots of long draggy climbs followed by eye watering descents. I’m being more cautious on the downhill parts, it’s only two days to Sydney and I don’t want to crash now. And by cautious I mean keeping it under 80km/h. Summer is fading now, it was pretty cold, and by the time I got to a place called Marulan in the evening it was spitting rain.
When I got to Marulan, I figured that as it could be my last night on the road before Sydney I could indulge myself in a treat. So I had a cooked meal instead of my own culinary creations. I’m not sure if it was any better but I didn’t have to cook it and I had a warm comfortable chair to sit in so happy days. I wanted to get properly clean so I went in search of shower facilities of which there were none. Darkness was drawing in and putting up a tent in the rain is just about as enjoyable as you imagine it to be. There was a Pub with rooms for $40 and feeling like I went to hand over the cash
As soon as I walked in the door, the barkeep yells “Well you took your fookin’ time gettin’ here mate!”. Every eye in the place was on me and a little bewildered I muttered something about it being hilly maybe? I didn’t recognise this bloke from Adam and I clearly thought he mistook me for someone else. Maybe if I had been less tired I’d have done better then just looking confused. He broke into laughter looking at me, he was just taking the piss, he passed me near Seymour a few days before on his way from Melbourne. Reckoned I was “the same fella because you’re wearing the same clothes and smell like it too!” I took a room and when I came back cleaned and somewhat revived he had a plate of chicken and fish with an assortment of dips waiting for me, on the house. I munched away watching some Super 14’s on the TV before hitting the sack early.