Roadkill, Macca’s and a love of Adam Levine
Wagga Wagga, New South Wales
The next two days were spent driving pretty consistently as we wound our way down to Adelaide. Our first night was spent in Wagga Wagga, mainly because it has one of the most hilarious names ever, and also because it was about halfway to Adelaide and was the perfect rest point! Wagga was a campsite spot, so hot showers were once again enjoyed - you really do appreciate the simple things when you're sleeping in a car. It was also where we encountered our first, and only, frosty morning which was not fun when you get out of the car in your pyjamas! Luckily we had a camp kitchen to make our warming porridge, definitely a camping staple, and with jam surprisingly like having rice pudding for breakfast.
On our travels we drove through tiny Hay which had a shearing hall of fame, sadly we didn't stop but it gave us a chuckle. We were lucky in that, despite our late night driving, we didn't hit any wildlife, but several other cars didn't seem to be so lucky as the number of foxes, roos, and some unknown animal we couldn't work out, on the side of the road was unbelievable. We definitely saw more dead roos than alive, which is quite depressing.
One thing Australians seem to have an affinity for is McDonald's. No sooner were we driving past one at a rest stop than there was a sign assuring you that the next Macca's was only 10km away. It became a bit of a game to see how many Maccas we could see in one trip, and I'm starting to believe the corporation has shares in Australian mining or something…
The landscape was nothing to write home about - flat, dusty, scrubby and brown. It made for a long day in the car but an ipod with a satisfying collection of Maroon 5 albums kept us busy, I don't think I'll ever get sick of the new single, 'payphone', we definitely listened it to death and when the landscape is as dull as it was it helps to be able to picture Adam Levine in your head!
The highlight of the drive to Adelaide was hinted to us by the increasing amount of signs along the road informing us of the 'fruit fly menace' and telling us we couldn't take any fruit or vegetables into South Australia. Now this seemed to be a bit over zealous as we had bought our apples from Aldi and I don't see how they could have any fruit flies on them after spending two days in a sealed fridge but what do I know?! Anyway there we were driving along, having thrown our apples in a bin down the road, and out of the blackness appears a shining beacon of light in the middle of nowhere. As we got closer, lo and behold it was a fruit fly quarantine station. What fun! Our car got suitably thoroughly searched for any contraband vegetables, our onions were thrown away but carrots and broccoli appear to pass the test. Now correct me if I'm wrong, and I'm stealing this from Lee Evans here, but fruit flies can fly, right? So they can just fly over the border and attack the fruit anyway, it's not like they can read the signs. HOW DO THEY KNOW?! That's the million pound question for you there.
The excitement of the quarantine area over, we drove into South Australia, a new time zone as well as a new state, a fact that we only found out when we checked our phones and they had automatically updated. Thank heavens for technology.