Stray Tag-a-long Tales: Southern Cross

Today should have been a walk in the park in comparison to yesterdays mammoth day, but the weary figures that appeared out of cabins and tents this morning looked a whole lot different. The frosty morning probably didn't help either with ice across all windscreens and camp bags (if left out).

I told you it was cold! Yes the white stuff is ice!

Poor Darren was feeling quite unwell with a 'stuffed-up head': rest of the body was okay. So with some Panadol under his belt he soldiered on and paced himself throughout the day.
There were a few minor injuries incurred on the ride today with Jesse and Frank both coming off their bikes (in separate incidenets). Luckily neither of the felllas sustained any more than a few cuts and bruises (so I've been told anyway).
No other catastrophic events took place today with the road actually being quite quiet, arriving into camp at no later than 1:45pm. With the early day, washing and catching up on emails etc was the main activities outside of bikes. Some have even walked to the hotel in town for a 'wee pint' and sample some local hospitality here in Southern Cross. Some have taken the leisure time at its word having a 'kip' before the evening festivities.
Yes we are having festivities tonight, even if our birthday boy Col actually has his birthday tomorrow! Time out here looses all meaning with dates etc, so some confusion reigned supreme this morning as we all sang 'Happy Birthday' to Col before take-off today. Anyway I'm sure Col won't mind getting a little older one day ahead of time. Too late anyway if he does as the room is decorated and ready to go!
The last bit of info I

have is that we have been joined by another friend who has braved this mad pack and will continue on our journey with us over the next 3500 kms. Welcome Robin, hope you enjoy the trip with all the 'crazy' people!
Till we meet again - bye.