Ladies and gents,

Having been slack on the blog of late, looking for inspiration about something to transcend from my mind into your brains which is going to entertain. Well, I actually do not have much for you today. The days do become a little repetitive after 52 moons.

I have spoken with a fellow in Adelaide who is going to help me paddle across Lake Alexandrina which is the large lake you must pass before you reach the mouth. He sounds like a lovely man and I am looking forward to meeting him face to face. The last lock master had intense intentions to warn me of the dangers of the lake, using many profanities to emphasise his point. “If you cross that lake you better be (insert profanity here) careful, because it is (insert profanity here) dangerous.” He then went on to tell me that many kayakers that have passed through his lock have proclaimed they were paddling to the mouth only to hear later they had passed away through bad weather judgement. Why must this be the most difficult and dangerous part of the journey? After 2000 kms it seems as though the nature gods have said that you may only reach the mouth if you cross me first, and I am going to clench you in my teeth first, shake you around like a rag doll, and spit you the other side.

Thankyou to Mr Richard Parris who travelled from the other side of the country to spend a few days of quality time with an old mate. Great to have a familiar face on the river with me however a bit sad he could not get hold of a kayak to paddle with. Either way, it surely has spurred me on to keep up the momentum and push on through.

Till next time, or next blog one might say.

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