Day 14 to Day 16: Waiting out the heatwave in Tintaldra
- anjawever45
- Mar 30
- 2 min read
Cy and I found ourselves in the quiet riverside township of Tintaldra, seeking refuge from an unrelenting 37°C heatwave. With the sweltering conditions making hiking unappealing, we retreated to a modest cabin—recalibrating our journey.
Tintaldra’s charm lay in its simplicity. The town boasted little more than a single pub, affectionately known by locals as “The Tinpot,” and had no shops in sight. The pace of life slowed right down to laundering rain-soaked gear, simple breakfasts of peanut butter and banana toast, and endlessly refilling cups of tea. Cy caught up on much-needed rest while I roamed the area.
Evenings we enjoyed pub food and some local camaraderie of grey nomads and their many stories.
Rick, the property owner, was a helpful person. On a lift to Corryong, he recounted tales of battling bushfires and his frustrations with the world at large. Our conversation meandered into my experience working in a pub, which prompted Rick to inquire—somewhat abruptly—whether I could tap beer. I told him of my expertise with German beer, complete with tulip glasses and frothy tops.
To my surprise, he asked if I’d help out at The Tinpot, which was short-staffed. Though willing to assist, fate (and a newfound bartender) spared me from an encounter with Australian beer-tapping mysteries.
Fellow travelers Brent and Ivonne, a spirited couple in their seventies, shared nuggets of wisdom, including a clever trick to find north using a watch—a tip that is so handy.
As the days unfolded, we reconnected with friends and family, indulged in storytelling, and I poured my thoughts into my journal.
By Monday, we were ready to embark on the next leg of our journey having made some lovely memories in Tintaldra.
