A great start to the day - my dare rolls around, and I have to air guitar to a some Wolf Mother in the back of the bus. Not something I normally shy away from, but not good with a hang over. Still, I managed it fairly well I think.

We proceed to a aboriginal gallery, where the owner nurses injured kangaroos back to health, or raises abonded joeys.

Following a quick jolly through town, and across some salt flats, we arrive at our overnight accomodation in Quorn, near the Flinders Range of mountains.