Murray had a single cabin on the train. We loaned him one of our Onya back packs to take a change of clothes onboard as he only had one large bag that he needed to check in. However, when he appeared the next day wearing the same clothes, it emerged that the Onya had been filled with leftovers from the apartment - rolls of toilet paper, butter, potatoes and carrots that he thought would come in handy on the boat. Unfortunately, crossing state lines meant a quarantine of all fruit and vegetables in Adelaide, so he had to leave them behind and start afresh at the markets. But, since we'd been teasing him about it, Murray was very pleased to inform us that the butter was still good.
The sunrise was beautiful. The cabin boy had taken orders the previous night and delivered cups of tea to those who asked. All rooms have their own ensuite so there was no queuing for the bathroom.
After a leisurely breakfast, we were on our way upstream. We chugged along for a couple of hours and then moored up for lunch.
We passed a lot of red cliffs. We had been told that the river was quite busy, but we saw very few boats.
We moored up for lunch, a little more successfully than yesterday. Then we found Bow Hill, with a welcome sign, a shop that sold alcohol, and a jetty, so we moored up and hopped off to stock up our supplies, just in case!
By the time we reached our planned destination, Walker Flat, it was late afternoon. We saw signs for houseboat parking, but when we were closer there was another sign saying no overnight parking. We continued upstream till we found a spot that looked like a good mooring place. We figured that no entry didn't mean no mooring, and it was getting dark so that was our parking spot.
Ann-a-Gram 😎
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