I found it hard to focus today on the cycling, as my mind kept wandering. The beauty and the curse of cycling, is that you have plenty of time to think, and I use this time to work through my thoughts and find my centre, but today its just wasn't happening for me. Not that it was a bad or hard days cycling, just that I was thinking of things irrelevant to the task at hand. Whether the puncture I got later on was due to lack of concentration or negative thoughts attracting negative actions I can't be sure, but one thing is certain, no bicycle tyre is going to stay inflated when punctured with a two inch nail. Fortunately, I was only a short distance away from a layby, so I changed it away from the mayhem of the road, which wasn't helping settle my mind either. The break did me good though, and I started again in a fresh frame of mind. I saw a guy collecting drinks cans from the roadside on his bicycle. I'm not sure if he was doing this for the monetary value of recycling them, or just to clean up the countryside, but either way, it was a good sight to see.
I managed to get into the correct part of Victoria using my usual combination of luck, ignorance and no maps, and found the backpackers I had booked. The room is a bit cell like (actually, most cells have windows, this does not!), but certainly not the worse I have stayed in. I stocked up at the supermarket, bought two new inner tubes, and went on an eating frenzy. Tomorrow, I catch the ferry to the USA.
(Some blackberries I ate along the way!!!)