Thursday, November 03, 2016 – 12.34 km
The walk from Greenock to Tanunda is short, flat and over roads through a populated area. While I was walking past a house, a pitbull came bounding out through the gate, no leash, barking furiously. I’m afraid of dogs (I was bitten by one when I was young, naturally while delivering newspapers, and directly after someone told me that it didn’t bite) and I fled for a nearby fence. I was pissfraid, like when you’re afraid but also pissed because people shouldn’t allow their scary barking dog to harass passersby on a public road. In my attempt to scale the fence, my pants caught in the barbed wire with one leg over, so I decided to pause and observe. The dog had stopped at the other side of the road, still barking obnoxiously. I abandoned my fence-climbing plan to walk slowly away. When I was a good distance away, I turned around and flipped the dog off, but I don’t think it understood. The correct way to flip off a dog would probably be to pee on its property directly in front of it, but I wasn’t going to try that.
Tanunda is a large town which, according to the map trivia, has a population of around 4100. Starting in Greenock, the people I’ve said hi to or waved at have ignored me, and at first I thought they were unsociable country people, but now I’m wondering whether they’re normal city people. I’ve lived in large cities, so I understand the philosophy – you can’t greet everyone, so you don’t greet strangers, and everyone behaves that way, so a stranger greeting you seems abnormal. Or maybe I just look too scruffy.
The pubs in Tanunda have more expensive accommodation than those further north, so I headed to the hostel. I arrived at 12:30 PM and a guest informed me that reception doesn’t open until 5:00 PM. After waiting for awhile, I became impatient and made the 2 km walk to the caravan park. The only other tenter is a cyclist touring the area.