Day 2 – Horsham to Tailem Bend
Last night in Horsham, dinner was a bit of a compromise. Noune isn’t exactly a fan of Mexican food, but Moe’s Mexican Bar and Grill was the only place still open late — so not much of a choice. Lucky me, though, because I love Mexican cuisine! We started the evening with a couple of tequila shots each (to “warm up the internal organs”), then switched over — me to Peroni, Noune to a fancy cocktail. My burrito was absolutely delicious — did you know burrito means “little donkey” in Spanish? 🫏🌯 Not sure why, but I was too busy enjoying it to ask deeper questions.
This morning we had breakfast in Horsham, but no chance to linger. Check-out was at 10:00 sharp, so no more leaning on our Armenian lateness traditions — the road was calling.
And what a day to ride! The skies were bright blue, the weather was warm, and although the wind was a little stronger than we’d have liked for motorcycling, it didn’t spoil the ride one bit.
Our first stop was a quick stretch-and-coffee break in Nhill, before rolling into Keith.
Keith has its own roadside curiosity — a Land Rover balanced high up on a pole. Nobody seems to know exactly how it got there, but I’ve got a few theories, from most likely to least:
Aliens put it there.
Who else has the technology to neatly place a Land Rover several meters in the air? 👽Locals lifted it before Newton invented gravity.
Back then, things were much lighter. Convenient timing, really.Some sort of magic technology.
Maybe Keith has its own Hogwarts branch, and this was just a practice spell that went right. ✨🚙
But Keith has more than floating Land Rovers. The town’s history is reflected in its architecture, and one highlight is the Keith Presbyterian Church, built in 1910. It’s a charming red-brick building with a tall spire, standing as a reminder of the era when this rural community was finding its feet.
From Keith, it was just a little further to Tailem Bend. That’s when our schedule collided with reality. We arrived expecting lunch, only to discover that no food was available until 6:00 pm. To make matters worse — or funnier — we had crossed into South Australia, which meant setting our clocks back 30 minutes. So not only did we have to wait for dinner, we had to wait for it in slow motion.
We drowned our hungry sorrows with a bit of alcohol at the beautiful Riverside Hotel, then decided to take a walk to distract ourselves. We snapped some photos with Cosi’s Rhino 🦏, stretched our legs at the motel, and finally ended the day with a lot of food and a little more alcohol.
Day 2 turned out to be a mix of blue skies, quirks, patience, and reward — the kind of day that makes road trips so memorable.
