In Lockdown ... Where We Want To Be

 Hmmm.  Who would have known that I'd be keen to have a stick shoved up my nose?  Actually, that's not very fair to the very gentle girl who gave me a COVID test yesterday in Berri.  Yes!  Berri!  South Australia!  We're here!  Thank goodness!  Much as I enjoyed tripping around in NSW, the Flinders Ranges kept calling me.  Every second traveller we met had been there, walked a magnificent track or three, taken a brilliant flight over Wilpena Pound, camped in the most amazing spot.  And all I could do was grimace politely and feel overwhelmingly jealous.  But now ... now I can do all those things too ... once my test result comes back negative.  The stick wielder said it could be 24 to 72 hours before the results come through and I joked with Phill and Liz (Carter) this morning that I'll be the 72 since they probably do it alphabetically.

We left Barham and travelled back to Mildura, ready for a dash across the border on Friday.  We had our COVID tests booked and had arranged a cabin in Renmark to use for the 24-72 hour self-isolation ... so organised!  With a few stops along the way (some serious shopping at Manangatang and a great burger at Hattah) we arrived in Mildura, or should that be 'back in Mildura'.  We have now done a Murray River, Victoria and NSW loop ... marking time in a way before we could enter SA.

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Border crossing ... tick!  COVID test ... tick!  We're now in a cabin on the banks of the Murray, surrounded by birdlife, great places to walk, distilleries, wineries and breweries, historic homesteads and various other tourist attractions that we can't go to.  However, we have Scrabble, Rummy, Chinese Checkers, playing cards, over 40 books and a decent amount of coffee.  We'll survive.

Our cabin - strangely none of us slept in it last night.  I guess we are used to our beds in our campers.