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21.01.2013: Burra – Morgan: 90 km

At night I awake again by the cold, dress me more warmly and go then on sleeping, however, till 4.40 am. Outdoors it is getting light only at 6.00 am. Also only then the cockatoos and black Australian magpies begin her loud morning concert.

And also if the cockatoos fly in crowds about the place screamingly to and fro, I am always surprised that they produce no collision in the winds.

Now I can diminish my tent already much faster without wearing out myself. Between 6.30 and 7.00 am I leave as a rule my caravan park and start into the rising sun to my still approaching adventures.

But after the fall which did it before Wirrula the Lowrider suspension has bent a little bit to the right. But the front wheel can still roll in between without difficulties. I hope it will stay!

From my caravan park I must drive 2.5 km back again up to the crossroad to Morgan. But a level and longer gradient joins this again. If nothing more puts out to me. My legs have gained strength. In addition, my bicycle owns a miraculous "swimming ring" in the middle in front.

After both first crossings of my today's passes it goes down in a delightfully wide valley. I already knew about it and am glad about it. Now I roll with speed of 28-35 km/h along. It is a being intoxicating feeling! Thus I had fancied for every day. But to have rather such a day than nobody.

It's sunny from the blue sky cheering up down and would like to accompany me on my today's tour in the Riverland. On both sides there grows the Bluebush which the sheep eat here. This Bluebush maybe grows up to a meter and shines silvery-light blue. I come long time through these areas. All together seven kangaroos, six emus and a fox jump there within sight.

Strong sights! Kangaroos of Australia are the animals which I search here and would like to see unconditional! Here on this endless and almost extinct distance they are present. Unfortunately, three new also from cars killed kanguroos lie aside of the street, also one fox and what fascinates me mostly, a small owl.

From his wing feathers I pull out for me on both sides in each case four swing feathers with the big, white spot. They may carry me ideally along the highways. I present myself to be now a big owl which spreads out its wonderful wings and flies along the highway.

After total 90 km I reach by ferry Morgan my today's caravan park whose camp sites lie in the roasting sunshine.

Today is my birthday. My Klaus-Otto, my kids and many friends have congratulated me by computer. Indeed, here thus I am physically alone, but connected, however, by computer with my friends. This is a very pleasant and heart-refreshing feeling. Many thanks.

Now it becomes time to set up my tent and push my bicycle on the River shore where completely broad and wonderfully soft, thick and springy lawn stripes are available for the tents. The sun lights up the Murray-River and with him the ferry which swims lastingly from a river side to the other in strong baggage trains. Nearby young people play. In the river the children who are protected by an adult have a bath.

When I have built up my tent, finally, of course also my base and my thin sleeping bag stretched out, suddenly it has been getting dark outdoors. What luck that I went down early enough.

The young people have also disappeared in their sleeping holes.