There is a bike path from Nuri to Angaston so the bike should not have been that bad; just 6 kilometers. Well, it would not have been that bad, BUT Carissa's back tire went completely flat 2 kilometers into it. But pizza...so we kept trekking via foot. Carissa pushed her bike while I rode very slowly on mine. The bike path is very nice, so taking it slowly was not too much of a burden. There were also no cars to get mad at us, or try to run us over, so that was another plus.
Finally, we make it to the pizza place and order our nom.com pizzas. At this point we needed to find a way to get home, or at least to get Carissa home. Luckily, I forgot my phone at home and Carissa's phone was out of credit. So we had to ask to borrow the restaurants phone. There has been one common thing I have found in the Australians I have met, they are all very generous. So, naturally, the worker just offered us to use their phone to call a friend to save us. We called my boss Bec for a ride to Nuri. She did not hesitate to come and get us. She did arrive with her new (sexy) car, but it was too small for 2 bikes. So she drove back to her hour to get a bigger car, didn't find the keys to it, and came back to get us (minus the bikes). The restaurant let us store our bikes in their back shed until the next day when Bec's boyfriend Hilly could pick them up! Why is everyone so nice!!??!?? Carissa and I were the most epic stranded tourists and all the Aussies were pleased to help us out. An almost disaster turned out to be nothing but a tuesday night. Back to the pizza...IT WAS SO GOOD! I got a butternut squash, scallion, fetta and arugula pizza on thick crust. It reminded me of my dad's pizza. It was not as good as Jeff's, but it was up there. I wanted to eat the whole thing, but I was stuffed after half of it. Can you say left overs?
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