A bit of a ride: homeward bound

[Cormanus]

I promise, I proceeded with great caution. I'm well over worrying about being the laggard when riding with Pterodactyl.

We're a bit lucky in Australia, I guess. We can either stay at a motel—I suspect like Quality Inn and other chains—or we can head for the old fashioned 'pub' where chaps go to drink and where there are rooms upstairs. Often they're rudimentary—a bed and a power point—and you have to share a bathroom with other punters, but they're usually cheap and, when I'm on the road, I'm usually only looking for somewhere to sleep. You can always get good beer and a reasonable glass of wine, but the food is, frankly, variable. There's a certain stodge that goes with pub food—too much deep frying and too many chips (fries in the US), but many do a perfectly acceptable steak or grilled fish with salad or vegetables. Pterodactyl and I have had some very, very ordinary pub meals and I think he thought we might be lynched in Guyra when we asked for a bottle of wine! We've talked about being more adventurous and trying local restaurants, but the attraction of not having to stumble very far to bed usually wins.