Adelaide Day 2 to Walleroo/Kadina to Port Lincoln

Adelaide Day 2 to Walleroo/Kadina to Port Lincoln

After a decent night’s sleep, it was on to the next stop on the mission to find the sharks. I was still feeling shortchanged about such a short time in Adelaide I insisted we go to the mall and the Adelaide Arcade. Pardon the geek out here, but there was a museum about the building of the arcade. It is a small museum, and I won’t get too touristy here, but there are a few things worth mentioning.

The arcade opened in December 1885 with architecture that had not been seen before. There are, to this day, some beautiful stained glass and ornate woodwork. The fountain that you will see in the photograph was originally filled with champagne for the opening of the Rundle Mall in 1976 then cleaned and painstakingly repainted in Victorian colors and mounted in its current place.

This next picture is a place that Colin would have spent a lot of money at and I had to include it.

As we exited the mall, I finally found my second busker of the trip. He was playing a song that was super familiar to me thanks to my parents encouraging me to listen to a man called Roger Whittaker. Can anyone guess the song? I realize it is a short clip, but I can’t place videos on here that are too long.

After the mall it was back on the road to the next destination. We were heading to Kadina. That was the next lodging. Along the way, in the city center was yet another museum. I just had to stop. This one was the Farm Shed Museum. I have never been to a farm shed museum. I could geek out again with tons of information and tourist pictures, but I will hold back a bit. This museum talked about the founding of the town around the copper mine, then when the copper ran out it became farmland. Y’all, they had the best display of antique farm equipment I have ever seen. I am posting a few photos of the machines and descriptions if I took the picture of it. If I was a guy and appreciated machines, I would have been foaming at the mouth. Instead, I am a girl and appreciate machines so there was a bunch of squeals and Oh My God statements!

After the museum and a lovely conversation with the lovely lady behind the counter, it was back on the road to the next hotel. Bunk-a-biker has been few and far between for this leg of the trip and it was my turn to pay. I picked a cheap hotel that was about 15 minutes from the ferry that will shuttle us to Port Lincoln for the shark cage dive. So far, the hotels have been decent and accommodating. This one, was a bit on the sketchy side. We were allowed to smoke outside, and this is the only place where I heard footsteps coming towards the area, but no one appear. I swear I saw lights outside the room towards the back door. Sleep was a bit fitful, but I was ready for the next ride! We woke super early to get to the ferry in a timely manner. It was a two-hour ferry ride and we struck up a conversation with brothers who were also riding around Australia on motorcycles.

It was a pleasant ride. Very soothing watching the water roll by. Once we docked, the bikes were the last off and my little red devil escaped unharmed so onward we go to Port Lincoln. Here’s the funny part of this ride. I had said for two days now, I need to get fuel when we get off the boat. We will be traveling into the wind, and I don’t want to run out of gas. 70 kilometers from the next hotel, my fuel light came on. I had passed several signs for petrol but due to the cool temperature I just wanted to get to the hotel. The speed limit was 110kmph. I slowed the bike down to 90 kmph and quickly searched the phone for the closest fuel stop in route. It was 26 kmph away. Now, this is a new bike to me, and I’ll admit I was so wrapped up getting ready for the trip that I didn’t research the bike properly. I had no idea how far I could make it on the fuel I had. I messaged the best I could to Liz who was tailing me that I needed fuel then later on held up my hand with five fingers up, then two fingers up, followed up by me pointing to the left where the next fuel stop would be. She messages me back via facebook messenger, “you know the speed limit is 110, right?” My thick gloves tried to type out gas but ended up being G auhp or something like that.

Fortunately, the bike made it to the gas stop and I explained what my hand signals meant. She said “Oh, I was trying to figure out what 52 on the left meant.” hahahaha…lost in translation!.

The petrol stop had another cute photo op so I couldn’t resist to give the preamble for tomorrow.

Needless to say, we made it to our last hotel together on this trip with no problems! Tomorrow is the big day!