We were too late for the tour at the Naracoorte caves so we did a diversion to the Tantasomething caves instead. They were pretty. That staligmite in the corner looks a little like me.

The rest of the day was spent driving along some very straight and boring roads. We wrote another song, sung to the tune of 3 blind mice:

“Three white lines
Three white lines
Running down the road
Running down the road
The middle one has some gaps in it
The outside ones they don’t
And now there is forth-white line
So Four white lines”

Its gonna get worse I think.

It’s Good Friday today and everything is closed. We found a very full camping ground on the edge of a lake, which was a pleasant place to camp the night. We cooked Pasta with garlic, bacon and olive oil. It was yum.