The Bus - Short Tours Through Small Towns - CycleBlaze

October 24, 2024

The Bus

To Wallaroo

Yorke Peninsula coaches will, space permitting, carry an unboxed bicycle for the princely sum of $25 and all care no responsibility. Same for surf boards, not that I have one, but that tells you a bit about why people want to go to the Yorke Peninsula.  If the bus cargo bay is full, bicycles (or surf boards) get bumped.  Given that YP coaches averaged 8 people per 32 seat coach, I decided not to worry about the possibility of bumping and booked my ticket.

The bus left at 4pm, bicycles needing to arrive at 3 to be eyeballed by the bus driver.  "Some people box their bikes," chirped my telephone contact at YP Coaches.  "Most of them just wrap it up in an old blanket or something."

Off I went to Vinnies and got myself a king size doona for the princely sum of $10.  It was a nice doona, almost too nice to wrap around a bicycle in the cargo bay of a bus, but I did it anyway.  While in the process of wrapping up my bike I unknowingly dropped my wallet which was immediately snaffled up by, as the security firm reviewing CCTV footage put it "a gentleman walking by." Although I have issue with the "gentleman" descriptor.

Cue two hours of cancelling cards, reporting credit card fraud (said non-gentleman went on a fast food spree in the time it took to stop the card) and finally getting on my bus with a card borrowed from Mr Titanium and 5 minutes to spare. Lucky I turned up two hours early is all I can say.

The bus meandered north, stopping at every tin-pot town to drop off mail and passengers.  Sometimes we even stopped at the designated bus stops instead of stopping determined by a shout of "Oi, bus driver name, can you drop me here instead?"

My favourite ruin.
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Salt flats from the bus. I'll ride through those in the way home.
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Evening shadows lengthened over the Yorke Peninsula, with tantalising glimpses of the Gulf St Vincent as we passed Port Wakefield. 

My route lies on the other side of the quarry, through the wheat fields and down to the far away sea.
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 I landed like a bag lady with my candy-bag and large doona-wrapped parcel at the Wallaroo rotunda and rode the loaded bike to the Cornucopia Hotel, clocking up an impressive 2km for the first day of my tour.

Wallaroo: the wheat silos and bulk loading facility.
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Wallaroo: remains of the old copper smelter.
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It can only get better from here.

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Scott AndersonWhat terrible luck! I’ve lost some wallets in my time, but never where I knew where it could happen and see the scoundrel like this. Glad you have an ally to bail you out.
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Kathleen JonesUgh. Lost wallets. What a way to start. And yet you press onward.
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Mike AylingBugger! Good thing Mr Penguin was close by to assist you with one of his cards.
As a Vincentian who delivers food parcels to the needy financed in part by process from Vinnie's stores I commend your choice of Vinnie's over another Op shop.
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Mark M.Sorry you had such a rotten start to the adventure. Let's hope karma is real!
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