No
internet here so moved on mid morning. Not such interesting hills
today and the road was quite rough. At
a cross road a ute stopped and the guy told us that the way we were
heading was very rough and to take the other way. Then he invited us
home for lunch which we declined. We didn’t heed his advice but
turned back after 1km. It was becoming very cattle track like and
there was no sign of other wheeled vehicles. 
The
road he suggested was also very rough but finally turned to seal.
With
the bad repair of the roads and the mundane looking hills we decided
to head back to the road we came in on rather than continue further
south
Back
onto the highway for a short stint then onto orange to travel down
the coast of the Caspian.
Spring time with all the flowers in full bloom
We
tucked in beside an old shed then John went to ask the neighbors if
we could stay and that was OK. It was only early afternoon so we set
to to do some internet work and a few small maintenance bits.
We
had visitors from across the road, two mums and 4 kids. Then another
mum with her kid. The boy had his arm inside his jacket. He had
caught his hand in the door and had multiple stitches. We had a
procession of visitors which made for hard blog concentration.
Two
guys turned up and said we could not stay but john explained and
pointed that we had spoken to this house and that house and they were
happy, said they were militar and then guys left.
Just
as we were thinking of food our initial neighbor that john asked to
stay here, came to the fence with her elder daughter and young one.
The young daughter was sent through the gate with a large handful of
roses, then went back to her mother at the fence for a bag of hot
bread with 3 small dried sardines, and two coke bottles with milk and
herbs, then back again for a pot of soup. Dinner. We gave back the
tea towel the bread was wrapped in and the pot the soup came in. We
gave the girl a kangaroo for thanks. An
interesting meal. The soup was a quite sour, fragrant and milk based; the bread was
flat but freshly baked. The milk drinks we did not touch. 70km