Day 54 - Chinchilla to Moree
17–19 wrz, Australia ⋅ ☁️ 12 °C
The mornings are upon us earlier and earlier as we creep up on summer. It is definitely the best part of the day.
A cuppa, some toast and pack-up commences.
Just over 4 hours driving today but of course additional stops pushed it out a little further.
The majority of those 4 hours were near on a nightmare. I can’t believe the state of the roads in Queensland. They are shocking. Graham did allude to the possibility it’s the
“geotechnical-induced road deformation, in the underlying substructure that has caused the longitudinal undulation and unpredictable vertical displacement.” Well, he didn’t quite say that, but it’s what he meant. I just said they’re shit.
Not so many visually pleasing sights and towns today, compared to the previous drive, but we did stop at Moonie which is the pig hunting capital of Australia. This stop was extremely well timed, given the biggest over sized load we’ve encountered to date passed through as we were ingesting our refreshments.
We crossed the border into NSW just before lunch time. This was just outside Goodawindi, a town made famous by the birth of the famous equine species Gunsynd.
We arrived at the Gwydir Thermal Pools Motel and Caravan Park with all of us looking forward to making good use of those pools. Without going into too much detail the stream of people heading to and from the pools resembled scenes out of the movie Cocoon.
Full services are available here so a little more setup required.
This is definitely one of the more geographically challenging parks we’ve been in. Not much room between vans. But it did foster an environment of relationship building. Thank goodness Karen and Graham had engaged in a civil and respectful manner with their neighbours. A little later he popped over and gave us a heads up of the impending invasion of birds, that sit in the trees above the cars, squawk ridiculously loud and defecate at will.
Just for something different the weather was fantastic so we settled in for a few afternoon drinks and nibbles.
I decided to serve the Pork Salami with Black Truffle I purchased at Goomeri a few days ago. This would normally have been referred to the Minister for Shopping, but it was purchased with our funds (Gail and mine). Said salami was about half the size of a banana and weighed in at 250 grams.
It wasn’t till I opened it that I became privy to the price I had paid…….. $20.50…….10c more than the 2 packets of choc mint drumsticks that resulted in a constitutional crisis days earlier. A financially very irresponsible purchase, but as mentioned done so with personal funds. Whilst immune from sanctions from the Minister for Shopping, the Minister for Home Affairs is carefully considering an appropriate punishment.
Drumstickgate generated a flurry of activity from those of you following us in detail. Thanks to Glenn in Victoria for providing an update on drumstick pricing and thanks to Terry in Perth who provided additional balanced and logical arguments to this crisis. (see attached photos),
Given we’d passed through the pig hunting capital of Australia we felt that the pork ribs and BBQ pork char siu bites we’d purchased before becoming aware of Moree’s claim to fame, were an appropriate selection for dinner. Plus the salad Gail crafted.
Drumsticks for dessert then bed. Czytaj więcej
Day 53 - Chinchilla
16 września, Australia ⋅ ☀️ 16 °C
There’s something special about waking up in the bush…….no artificial or mechanical sounds…….just nature.
Off grid adds that little bit of anxiety to each of us. Not the fact you don’t bath regularly but how much power is being consumed and will Mother Nature replenish the used amount the following day.
But, as one gets to know what uses what power you become that little bit more relaxed. And most of us have portable solar panels we can add to the mix if need be.
After a cuppa and some toast and Peter and Stevie doing their exercises, it was into town for a look around. The “toast” was one of those more relaxed factors.
I’m no sparky but I do understand that off grid relies on 12 volt power. The toaster is 240 volts so I need to engage the inverter. Doing so draws considerably more power from the batteries with constant use seeing the batteries completely drain in a matter of hours.
Chinchilla was another town that surprised us in terms of size and services available.
We were wandering the streets looking like bedouins lost in the desert and one kind local acknowledged this by offering a few suggestions of where to go. I do mean nice suggestions here. The tourist centre, the botanic parkland and the big melon. So off we trotted.
Before arriving in Chinchilla the Cottons presented the fun fact that this area produced around 25% of all the melons in Australia, so the big melon was a must.
Sometimes the smallest things can trigger giant responses (well to me they do). Given the big melon is such a big tourist attraction, the council in their infinite wisdom, erected a very simple steel pole about 750mm high with a bracket at the top, at an appropriate distance in front of the melon. The first ever tourist attraction I’ve seen with a purposefully built holder for a phone so you can take a selfie. Kudos to the council.
Next was a visit to the gold repository…..sorry I mean to fill the cars. The amount you hand over these days to fill your tank almost makes it feel like that.
A short drive out of town was the Chinchilla Weir, where the dogs were once again able to relax and run amok. All 4 absolutely love the water. Graham managed to get his drone up for a few awesome photos.
Lunch at the pub where Peter and I found our first Guinness on tap for quite some time. It would definitely be rude not to…….so we did…..twice. Unfortunately the Guinness drought has seen the “Split the G” skills dwindle somewhat. Both attempts were dismal failures. Once again another lovely country pub meal.
I managed to find a car wash so my chariot got a bit of spoiling before I headed back. Navigating back to camp saw me having to turn at Wambo St. A fun parody that Wimbo was seen on Wambo St. (For those not in the know, I have private plates)
Although not fully recharged, there was much relief in the power department upon our return……Mother Nature had done well.
It was my turn to ignite the camp fire this evening using Julie’s flint. I struck it lucky (get it?). I managed to ignite the accumulated lint from the dryers at Tewantin after 2 attempts.
A few games of Kahoots, an awesome apricot chicken for dinner, an even better apple crumble style dessert, a few calls to the family and everyone was happy seeing the end of another day. Czytaj więcej
Day 52 - Tewantin to Chinchilla
15–17 wrz, Australia ⋅ ☀️ 27 °C
Another stunning morning. We really have been spoilt.
Departure day today so back to the rigmarole of putting things back where they belong.
Graham and Karen left early to take Ruby to the Vet for a checkup.
Mitch, Kat, Harvey, Elyce and Zali brought us coffee to say farewell, where there was more nanny cuddles for the ladies, to get them by for the next 6 or 7 weeks.
I was finally rewarded with a sighting of the rare Caravanus Parkus Stewardessus. I recall Peter has managed to snap a photo or 2 of these extremely rare beings in previous locations. They are very rare and elusive and are only ever able to be captured as they make their way to their destination. I shall make it my mission to capture them on film, as they commence their return journey to allow me to identify each species.
The park was quite small in terms of the ability to connect our chariots without blocking the roads. Connecting up had to be the last operation and needed to be completed with precise coordination when all 3 were ready, to avoid major road closures.
It wasn’t long till we were away from the lush tropical surrounds we had come to love. We were back in the typical Aussie outback.
Roads……..roads…….have I mentioned in previous posts the state of the roads we’ve had the displeasure of meeting. We battled to keep grounded on many occasions. It was like an extended audition for a rodeo where the cowboys had every right to file for compensation. I honestly cannot believe how such substandard work is allowed.
For us to get advanced warning from Graham of the state of the roads meant we were in for a challenge…….and that it was.
But the rodeo like ride lead us through some amazing towns and sights.
A solar farm the size we had never seen before. A quick google search revealed it was a 600 hectare installation designed to power 126,000 homes a year.
The towns we passed through were awesome. We’ve obviously passed through many many towns so far on our adventure. The common occurrences are usually pubs, bakeries and tributes to those who have served our country.
My personal opinion is that we experienced 2 of the bests so far. The bakery and the tribute at a small town called Goomeri. The pastries were amazing from the bakery as well as the condiments they had on offer.
The memorial in the centre of the road in the centre of the town was a tower with a clock. It’s not till you focus on the clock at the top that you realise, that is the uniqueness of this particular tribute.
More roads and more turbulence before we arrived at our Hip Camp in Chinchilla.
Given Graham arrived sometime ago he gave us a heads up of what to expect. His prime advice was not to cross Shelley.
You arrive at the abandoned looking toilet sized structure, referred to as the office and are presented with a sign directing you to call one of three people, but before you can unlock your phone, Shelley comes screaming up on her supercharged golf cart.
We have to turn around but “it has to be here”, “if you can’t turn here you must drive up to those tyres up there and turn”, “don’t turn on that grass I’ve just watered”.
We could see Graham and Karen so mosey’d on over to form a fortress of vans (as one of the photos will depict).
Normal quick setup for off grid stays (well, most us that is) followed by cleansing ales.
Peter was volunteered to cook spag bol, and we collectively agreed it was pretty damn good.
It was Karen’s turn to get the camp fire cranking with only the aid of Julies flint. It took a few turns but we were all rewarded with our first fire in some time, to sit around and recount our experiences of the day.
You may recall yesterday’s post where I expressed my feelings about missing life events of our offspring. It just so happens, without being privy to my writings, Bri had a very emotional day back home as well. Czytaj więcej
Day 51 - Tewantin
14 września, Australia ⋅ ⛅ 21 °C
Back to the stunning mornings.
We say farewell to most of our guests today. Bonnie, Bree, Brett, Zahli and Karen back to Perth, while Steph and Terri move to Brisbane for a few days.
Today is our last day here, so a bit of housekeeping is required to ensure we are ready for the next few stops which are back to roughing it. Fill the water tanks, do all the washing and shop.
Some of us headed over to Jodie and Casey’s as all the hired equipment needed to be packed up ready for pickup. The dismantling of the marquee was the big one.
After that Gail, Julie, Peter and I mosey’d on into Woolies for a big shop for the next few days. One of the luxuries we’ve allowed ourselves is the amazing value for money Peters Drumsticks. Yes, that age old treat of ice cream in a cone with nuts. On special they’re usually around $24 (sometimes cheaper) for a pack of 24. vanilla, caramel and chocolate, so a good variety to suit ALL tastes. ABSOLUTE BARGAIN.
But no, no, no, a rebel group amongst us has lodged a complaint with the minister for shopping. “We demand chocolate mint drumsticks” they cried.
A court order decreed this request must be complied with, so this shop, for the very first time, saw the purchase of 2 packets of 4 choc mint (as specified by the lead complainant) drumsticks.
Well, all economic responsibility was completely shattered. Even the most die hard Trump sycophants would realise the financial benefit of $24 for 24 drumsticks was more financially responsible than $20.20 for 8.
We must reassess our constitution to ensure this travesty of injustice can never occur again.
Upon returning from the shop, we completed those other housekeeping things before we headed into Noosa proper for a farewell gathering with Elyce, Zali, Mitch, Kat and Harvey. Jodie, Casey and Nathan also met joined us.
Fish and chips by the foreshore was very pleasant, where Mitch kindly provided a few beers.
Gail and I got our usual FaceTime call with Evie, Jarryd and Meg. In absence of actually being with Evie, Gail and I made up for it over the last few days with cuddles and grand parent speak with Harvey and the Zali’s.
We followed this with a very delightful Gelato before heading back to the vans for a cuppa.
Things will change upon our return home. Evie, Jarryd and Meg moved into our house over the weekend just gone, until their castle is built. Evie time will be considerably more regular.
It’s somewhat of a difficult time for Gail and I. We’re missing a few life events with the kids. Helping Evie, Meg and Jarrryd, move last weekend, Trent and Bri are moving this coming weekend and also the trials and tribulations of helping a daughter who is about to drop her first Joey. Regular phone calls with Bri and Trent has helped that to some degree. Czytaj więcej
Day 50 - Tewantin
13 września, Australia ⋅ ⛅ 21 °C
More rain overnight, but clear as we all surfaced this morning. Some feeling a little better than others, however no names shall be revealed.
Not sure I mentioned yesterday, but all the doggos had a sleepover at a canine resort. So this morning everyone was able to have a well earned lie in. I’m pretty sure that was the case, but I know there was some separation anxiety experienced by some, particularly Peter.
Graham was the first to go and retrieve Ruby, then we all headed back to Jodie and Casey’s to help cleanup and have a great cook up for breakfast.
Peter’s separation anxiety commenced immediately after leaving Stevie yesterday. In fact we almost had to physically restrain him from highjacking our bus driver to detour to the kennel where Stevie was accommodated. I’m sure he would haven broken in, just to be reunited with Stevie.
That anxiety resulted in Peter and Julie departing Jodie and Casey’s prior to breakfast. Most of us agreed Peter would take longer to recover from the trauma than Stevie would, There is photographic evidence of Stevie’s welcome home.
Anne decided Mace and Peppa could have a double sleepover so she’s not picking them up till Tomorrow.
Gail and I left breakfast to shop for tonight’s BBQ which would be bigger than normal given the extra guests.
Although unconfirmed I was advised most of us had a nap this arvo with me getting a few hours of shut eye.
Steak, chops, kebabs, sausages and salad for dinner. I’m pretty sure there were only a handful of us indulging in alcoholic beverages this evening.
I can’t be sure but I think Peter and I are the only ones yet to have an alcoholic free day. No doubt this statement will be fact checked tomorrow.
Corollary to yesterday’s post. I was taken aback when I began the customary moves to the classic Aussie anthem - “Eagle Rock” but the only other male to join me was Mitch. This expression of male choreography generated considerable interest from a few ladies who had decided they needed to express their own voyeuristic statements.
I was also somewhat bemused this morning when Mitch advised he had never experienced this tradition before. I guess I’m just lucky Mitch and I are on the same wave length and have the same penchant for theatrical expression.
This classic expression of masculinity proves that dignity is optional.
The land of nod was welcomed by all as I believe the effects of the previous night were still impacting life. Czytaj więcej
Day 49 - Tewantin
12 września, Australia ⋅ ☀️ 19 °C
A night of continuous drizzle has left the park very water logged. The clay on the east coast does not consume the water like our soil in WA does. Still amongst the birds though.
Sort of an early start as we wanted to visit the markets again.
Saturdays are a bigger day that also included an inclusive/all abilities collection of retailers. Everything from cards to Smokey meat rubs.
Only bought a few things and managed to get away quite early.
Tonight was THE party.
Jodie and Casey had hired a minivan for all of us staying at the park. This was welcomed with mixed emotions. The relief of no one having to remain sober, but the reality that a minivan service takes us there once and brings us home at a dedicated time. Pickup was 3.30 and pickup for the return journey was the witching hour - midnight.
There might have been one night so far on tour we’ve lasted even close to that time. This would be a test for all of us.
Well, It went off……like a frog in a sock. The marquee was now decorated and grazing plates in place. We’d set up a stage for a band the previous day, but there was also a juke.
People came and went throughout the night (a luxury we didn’t have o course).
There wasn’t a time someone wasn’t on the dance floor. The band had an awesome repertoire of songs.
Whilst I’d mentioned it was a wedding, it was also an early celebration of Anne and Jodie’s ??th birthdays. (A gentleman never asks a lady’s age)
Casey had arranged a great surprise for all. A selection of shooters to be consumed while watching a fire dancer. Pretty special in the Forrest in the pitch black.
Sustenance was firstly via the grazing plates followed by fresh onsite prepared pizzas. It’s amazing what trailers can be configured with these days.
Everyone danced the night away, drinking, eating and laughing.
Elyce (Anne’s daughter) and Peyton (Jodie’s daughter) gave a very entertaining and emotional tributes to their mums……tears and laughter had by all.
There were some very funny and at times incriminating actions by all. But……those actions that happen in Cooroy……….stay in Cooroy.
The bus ride home was quite jovial but had to be reigned in upon entering the park. Czytaj więcej
Day 48 - Tewantin
11 września, Australia ⋅ ⛅ 19 °C
Another rainy night and morning. It’s still nice for a change though.
Mixed emotions today. The birthday of my nephew who passed away in 2024, the tragedy of 911 in the USA and my mother-in-laws birthday.
Graham, Peter, Brett and I had been volunteered to help erect the marquee for tomorrow nights shindig.
Jodie and Casey live in Cooroy, about 17 kms from the caravan park. I indicated I’d ride there today. I told this to Jodie yesterday so she gave me her address. She was very insistent that I ensure I plotted the street name in Cooroy, not Doonan because the same street name exists in both locations.
I plotted this in Waze to get an idea of where it was then I created a course in my cycling app, that also gives me turn by turn guidance.
Off I went, a little bit apprehensive given we are in a strange place. Up a main road then a detour onto a sealed road that cars could not access. It soon became obvious this was a Soap Box/HillTrolley course that for all intents and purposes looked like Mt Panorama.
Up it went, round a bend, then up again, then round another bend, and up again. This went on for some time. My legs were screaming at me to stop……but I persisted. I was so looking forward to coming down it on the return journey.
Still more up. For the cycling fraternity, a gain of 237m over a distance of nearly 13 kms, is not a walk or ride in the park.
I finally found some downhill for relief, but of course what goes down sometimes comes up.
Anyway, I finally arrived at my destination……so I thought. I was looking for number 177, but the street numbers ran out at 171. I rang Jodie’and told her the intersection I was at……she laughed and proceeded to tell me I was about 20 mins BY CAR from her place. I’d just endured screaming pain in my legs for 45 minutes so I wasn’t in a fit state to ride another hour at least scaling more horrendous hills.
Peter borrowed Casey’s Ute and came to the rescue. I’m pretty sure Peter was secretly very excited about this because it got him out of the hard work erecting the marquee.
Needless to say I was the joke of the day.
Marquee up, a few beers and a bite to eat and it’s home time.
I’m pretty sure I heard the gasps of despair from my legs when I announced I was riding home. The Strava app profile looked somewhat tame compared to the ride earlier to the complete wrong location. Not the case though. More ascent than descent again.
I managed to find my way back. Cooled off, had a shower and a rest.
Next thing I know, the other Perth peoples started arriving. Terri, Steph and Karen first, followed by Mitch, Kat and Harvey and Elyce and Zali.
Much the same as yesterday’s welcome at the markets, greetings and hugs and laughter. I’m sure other guests were quite dumbfounded at all the commotion.
So then it was on…..drinks, nanny hugs firstly for Anne from both Zali and Harvey then for the other pseudo Nannie’s.
Right behind our vans is a permanent caravan that produces awesome pizzas on a Tuesday and Friday night. We all pigged out and drank and watched and listened to a brilliant YouTube playlist on a tv mounted on the pizza van wall.
Tonight also sees the Dockers fighting for their place in history. As I type Gail, Peter, Julie, Steph, Karen Terri are watching the game in the girls cabin.
I’m shattered so I’ve headed back to the van early..
Although not “Bush Chook” we had a beer for you Ben ❤️❤️❤️ Czytaj więcej
Day 47 - Tewantin
10 września, Australia ⋅ 🌬 19 °C
Day 47 is the first official day of the second half of our adventure. 93 days on the road. day 46 to 47 starts the downward journey.
Woke to the sound of rain this morning which in other circumstances would trigger misery and gloom, but it’s a nice change.
Today was extremely chilled for Gail and I.
Graham, Karen, Bree, Bonnie and Brett headed to Australia Zoo. Ruby went to doggie day care.
Peter and Julie headed to Brisbane to get their car serviced and catch up with some of Julie’s work colleagues. Stevie stayed at Dave and Gail’s doggie day care.
Anne took Peppa and Mace for a vet checkup first. She returned to the park, left them both in Dave and Gail’s doggie day care then went to Jodie’s place.
So we were doggie day care for most of the day. Gail also gave the van a great clean.
I managed to find the local Woolies to get some veges for tonight’s roast pork.
That was it. Czytaj więcej
Day 46 - Agnes Water to Tewantin (Noosa)
9–15 wrz, Australia ⋅ ☀️ 21 °C
Awoke to the sound of birds filling the air with joy once again.
Today was one of our shortest drives and given we can’t check in till around lunchtime it was suggested we actually leave early and visit the famous Eumundie Markets.
So that’s exactly what we did. We probably hit the road around 7.30.
Another fairly uneventful drive except encountering a #%£€wit that could have got himself and worse still some of us killed. He’d completely run out of overtaking lane but keep going into a blind corner anyway. Pure luck no one was coming in the opposite direction.
Part of this leg was on The Bruce Highway which was an absolute dream to drive on compared to some of the roads we’d been on, including earlier today.
Whilst the markets are geographically huge, Eumundie is small. Trying to find parking for 4 cars and vans together is like trying to park a convoy of elephants in a shopping-centre bike rack, it ain’t happening. Research revealed the local Showgrounds were available so that’s where we headed.
The extra stroll was well worth it. These markets were amazing. Both Gail and I are certain we’d been here before but uncertain which holiday it was.
We’ve reached the point of our adventure that was one of the primary reasons for that adventure……..to celebrate Jody and Casey’s wedding. They both met us at the markets.
A group of 7 people and 4 dogs then 9 people and 4 dogs doesn’t generally have an impact in a crowd, but we did……..for 2 reasons. Firstly, we could have made a fortune selling tickets for dog petting. Every man without his dog wanted to stop and pet all of our dogs. (I say “our” as Gail and I are now the honorary Aunty and Uncle).
The second impact was the arrival of Jody and Casey……the rapture of open arms and greetings of 7 by 2 people in the middle of one of the main entrances looked more like a royal reception minus the red carpet and security detail.
The welcoming done, it was time to explore. There was everything from the typical side show spruker trying to peddle his whizz bang new invention to a stall where Peter offered up his body for a therapeutic pummelling designed to flush out the unwanted toxins that had accumulated over the last 6 weeks.
Always a sucker for condiments such as sauces and jams of which we still have many in the van, I was adamant no more were needed……..until I tasted some balsamic oil based sauces. My taste buds were in 7th heaven.
Gail of course shopped for Evie and baby Nelson and I managed to find some other items to add to our overall weight, including some chilli vodka.
Just after midday we met at a pub for a quick bevvie before undertaking the final 20kms or so to our home for the next 6 nights.
Our group numbers swelled by three and a half this evening with the arrival of Brett, Bree, Bonnie and Zali. This will be a regular occurrence over the coming days in anticipation of the arrival of other wedding guests from the west.
We’re in another great park with great facilities, none more important than the location of the toilets, showers, laundry and BBQ’s. Here they’re just behind our vans.
A few beers, some bread, dukkah and the condiments we purchased today were served under the trees behind our vans (but away from the ablutions) and made for a very enjoyable afternoon.
A heap of washing was done and we were fortunate enough to witness the pampering of princess Stevie……in our laundry basket (photo and video attached).
Fish and chips with the usual accompaniment of alcoholic beverages (this probably counteracted the pain Peter endured today to rid his body of such poison) for dinner, before hitting the sack.
A significant point in our trip. Czytaj więcej
PodróżnikI think we experience *that* driver every country drive we've done in the last few years. I'd love to ask them what they're actually imagining is going to happen if a vehicle comes around the bend or whether it never enters their heads to consider it!
Day 45 - Rainbow Beach
8 września, Australia ⋅ ⛅ 21 °C
Back to a beautiful morning. It’s so hard to take.
Bacon and eggs in the camp kitchen then into Rainbow Beach proper. Filled the chariots then had a sticky beak around town.
We stumbled onto a “wall of shame”. Right there in the Main Street. A wall full of photographs of chariots stuck, water lapping over bonnets, sand half way up doors. People who failed to understand mother natures power. People who thought they were invincible. We found a similar feature in the pub later in the evening.
The beach is a way of life for so many people over here. To make use of it you need to purchase a pass, which of course we did.
Took the chariots onto the beach heading south. Very picturesque at the bottom of the sands responsible for the name of the town.
As the photos and videos portray the steep cliffs at the beach were very impressive, but also a concern. Sand and rocks flow and tumble downward much the same as a river would at the end of its journey across vast lands.
Spent a bit of time at the beach where of course our canine companions enjoyed running amok once again.
Back into town for a bite to eat before heading to Inskip point. Inskip point is where vehicles (both car and van) navigate the soft sand to get to a barge that takes them the 1.2 kms to K’Gari (aka Fraser) island.
There are a number of YouTube videos depicting many unsuccessful attempts to navigate the transition from gravel to sand at this point. It’s almost a sport watching the carnage.
Back to the vans to freshen up before hitting the town for a pub meal. Czytaj więcej
Day 44 - Agnes Water to Rainbow Beach
7–9 wrz, Australia ⋅ ⛅ 20 °C
I can finally say the morning wasn’t picturesque perfect. Whilst our sense of sight was impacted given It was quite overcast and even looked like it was going to rain, our sense of hearing was still jumping with joy at the abundance of birdlife awakening world
But rewind prior to sunrise for a change. Just after midnight Gail captured video evidence of a thief outside our van. A Trichosurus vulpecula (commonly known as a Brushtail
possum) had decided our food supplies were open game. Resting bread rolls had disappeared and ripening avocados were attacked. For once I was “silently” sound asleep so I copped the wrath of not being the defender of our castle.
A few hours later at around 3am my early morning visit to the ablution was shared with a rather sizeable arachnid. I thought quietly to myself I am so glad this wasn’t Peter. Whilst I’m no fan of this species, if it had been Peter, the valley would have been alive with the sound of fear.
Pack up time, but not before morning coffee and tea and toast and Vegemite.
Departure was a little trickier than normal given the bush themed environment. Engaging 4WD to exit our accommodation has been extremely rare.
Pretty uneventful drive once again albeit it was probably one of our longest. We did encounter a somewhat rude truckie. We are very cognisant of being 4 vans together and not necessarily always at the maximum speed limit. We communicate with the commanders of these road beasts on Channel 40.
Today, one of those commanders decided he wasn’t happy with us. As we approached an overtaking lane Peter (tail end Charlie) advised this charming gentleman we would slow down and bunch up so he could pass.
Well, he went to town on us. “Why don’t you pull over and have a cuppa” and “sitting on 75 since the last town” (there were a few other choice adjectives I won’t poison you with)……which was a complete and utter untruth as we were averaging around 95 (the limit is 100 in QLD). Not sure whether it was sarcastic or embarrassment but as he flew by he broadcast over the airwaves was “have a nice day”.
For lunch we stopped at an historic town called Childers, unfortunately made famous by the backpack hostel disaster in 2000.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Childers_Palace_B…
We arrived at the Big 4 Rainbow Beach mid afternoon. It’s a huge park right on Pelican Bay.
NOT. HAPPY. JAN. The 4 bays we had been allocated, which were of course the closet to the waters edge and irrefutably ours as confirmed via electronic means, were no longer available. And, no doubt this establishment will forward the obligatory hyperlink for our post visit review. Wait till our fingers hit the keyboard on this one 🤬
Sunset was amazing as the photos portray.
Crumbed chicken and veges in the camp kitchen for dinner then an early night. Czytaj więcej
Day 43 - Agnes Water
6 września, Australia ⋅ ☀️ 26 °C
Another horrible start to the day………simply perfect.
No time for a real Brekky as a beach day had been planned.
Thank goodness for IGAs, they’re the same design across Australia. Cold chooks, some buns, cheese, tomatoes and that’s lunch sorted.
In the chariots once again.
Until the night before, although the journey, as the crow flies to Rules Beach was 34 kms, planning by Waze and Apple Maps (I’m boycotting Google maps because of their kowtowing to Trump and renaming Lake Ontario) showed a distance of 64 kms by road of roughly 45 minutes.
But wait…….Graham was having a chat with a group of people the night before who were admiring our (or should I say Grahams) pizza making ability. They were so inspired they chose to replicate our (his) efforts of sustenance, albeit on purchased bases.
In his discussion on the success of their efforts he uncovered a short cut for our journey to Rules Beach. Of course he did. This shortcut would obviously relate to that crow. A bit of satellite and map research showed it would be about 40 kms knowing we were on some goat tracks……brilliant, our first bushbashing effort.
Well, roughly two and a half hours later we arrived. We traversed every kind of surface….bitumen, gravel, stone, sand, you name it. Up hill, down hill. Tyres down, tyres up, tyres down. But it was enjoyable. We even drove through varying forms of vegetation. Australian bush, tropical, farm land and at one stage wetlands that resembled eerie scenes out of the movie Deliverance.
We arrived at the beach and once again let the tyres down. Rumour has it Queenslanders are very reluctant to undertake this onerous yet extremely necessary task, which could be the reason many funny videos are made of travellers getting themselves completely bogged in this part of the world.
I wouldn’t say this beach was any better than ours, but we were here now and you could see the anticipation in the dogs eyes.
For some time now Anne, Gail and Julie were in somewhat of a desperate need for a pee (I mean pit) stop. The roller coaster ride to get there played havoc with their plumbing. So, we stopped….. they swam (so did the dogs), then we moved on to a more sheltered location near the entry to Baffle Creek.
Awning and chairs out, dogs in the water and having a ball, we sat, ate and admired the view. None of us ventured into the water though.
Just before we arrived here the path became very narrow between the vegetation and the edge of the track. It was only a few feet down to the lower part of the beach, but somewhat nerve racking.
Upon departure I’d forgotten about this so proceeded the same way much to Gail’s horror. The others found an alternative path. Well, I can honestly say (and you might hear it in my voice in one of the videos) I was a tad freaked out. There is a saying that refers to the appearance of a turtle head in such situations. That very well nearly occurred.
Once safely past this point, off the beach and tyres back to normality, it was the bitumen version of the return home.
Naps, showers, knitting and a BBQ to end the evening.
Oh, Graham, Peter and I had calls from our off spring in celebration of Father’s Day as well as the ladies handing us appropriately themed shirts as gifts. Czytaj więcej
Day 42 - Agnes Water
5 września, Australia ⋅ ☀️ 21 °C
Just for something different…..DITTO, again, with birds gleefully filling the air with happiness.
Gail and I were the last to rise……..as usual. Not having canine companions means we have the luxury of not having to worry about such concerns.
Peter is slowly taking on the title of bird whisperer, trying to outdo Anne’s achievement of dog whisperer.
Rather than take pot luck like they did in Yeppoon, Gail booked the ladies in for a pedi.
The score is now 2 to 1, although Graham has determined we need adjudication. The ladies have been on 2 outings without the fellas of which both were devoid of invites to us. The one outing us fellas had in Theodore, only occurred as male only, because the ladies declined………they were invited.
I have just heard from the designated referee that Graham’s complaint has been upheld so us fellas are still entitled to 2 lady free outings.
Today turned out to be extremely relaxing for all. The ladies with their pedi and the fellas simply sitting and enjoying nature for one part followed by co-ed activities.
Julie located an unused game amongst the treasures in their van. None of us had heard of “Blank Slate” before but everyone enjoyed it.
Dinner tonight was Goat stew…….yes goat. We picked up a kilo of goat in Charleville and froze it. A 4 to 5 hour cook time was expected so we were able to undertake some of the activities described above and below between preparation and execution (we didn’t undertake that latter activity, I’m referring to the the eating of it).
Although it wasn’t a Thursday, Graham and Karen opted for a more traditional curry.
Whilst Peter and Julie dog sat, the rest of us jumped in the chariots and ascended the mountain (the same landmark Gail and I conquered the other day for Yoga) to observe the land based sunset. It didn’t disappoint as the images will attest to. The colour change in the hyper lapse image is very special.
Time for dinner. Whilst the goat meat itself was very nice, somewhat comparable to its stablemate lamb, I think I failed in the overall ability to have everyone’s taste buds dancing a jig. It just lacked the connection between the shoe and the floor. One suggestion was to use real stock instead of “Gravox”.
The fact there was a meal on slow cook in the communal camp kitchen did generate many comments and discussion. Even more so once the main ingredient was identified.
More AFL to entertain us today. The Swans proving they’ve still got it after a very tumultuous last few weeks downing their more favoured rivals the Lions, followed by Adelaide’s expected defeat over the Bulldogs.
Being a group of 7 can be a little imposing on other campers, but the balls of one fella to plonk himself right in the middle of the couch we had lay claim to. Peter moved in to read the riot act but the bloke was excused when he advised Peter his nephew was a winger for the Swans.
Half way through the second game, given no real vested interest, to the vans for a coffee/tea, then bed. Czytaj więcej
Day 41 - Agnes Water
4 września, Australia ⋅ ☀️ 21 °C
Ditto with a difference. The bird life first thing in the morning here is awesome. The first video portrays this.
Last night Karen booked us all in for a 9am yoga class which was at the second site operated by the same people. It was 900 metres away if walking or 2 or 3 kms by road.
The doggos weren’t allowed but they could remain in the car so whilst Gail and I walked, the others drove.
Now, I use the term walk very loosely. The uphill climb was somewhat more than we expected. Whilst the length of this goat track was about 900 metres it rose about 100m vertically.
Although we arrived huffing and puffing and legs screaming “no more”, the views from this upper part of the property soon eased the pain.
There were ten people for yoga, 7 of us and 3 others. I’ve never been a flexible person so I can’t comprehend some of the positions these yoga teachers expect of you. Playing Twister in my youth doesn’t seemed to have prepared me for this. The girls did pretty well though.
I thought my legs were screaming after the ascent……..not sure about Gail but mine were now on fire. Actually it wasn’t just my legs.
My foolish desire for a little more pain saw me return via the same route. I chose a light jog down the goat track while Gail hitched a ride. This somehow activated the mojo that’s been dormant for the past couple of years that I haven’t been on my bike. I’m hoping it has been “shocked” back into action.
After a brief cool down I headed to the showers. I thought it very strange Anne was following me in until I realised I was entering the ladies. She thought I was taking the piss. The thing is, I wasn’t.
To ensure you didn’t guess my embarrassment I have yet to tell you I had already used this exact same location 3 times previously. Once before bed last night, once very early this morning and once just prior to trying to enter for a fourth time.
The first 2 times I was occupying a stall in a seated position and for all intents and purposes the audible sounds coming from there were indistinguishable between a male and a female. However, not long before my thwarted 4th attempt I entered a stall for a standing deployment. The audible sounds from a standing deployment are very distinctly male centric. The poor lady in the other occupied stall must have been absolutely petrified.
I’m only thankful we did not actually cross paths. My embarrassment would have been unbearable.
After finding the right location and freshening up we all jumped in our chariots and headed into town for fuel for the chariots and also fuel for ourselves.
We went for a drive to a place called 1770 which is so named as it was the second Australian landing place of James Cook in the year 1770.
We found a dog beach that all 4 were very pleased about. They had an absolute ball as usual .
Dinner tonight was a repeat of Grahams home made pizza. Graham manufactured the dough out of his secret recipe once again. We all added our favourite toppings, (including 2 dessert pizzas) and Peter expertly lit and cooked said pizzas in the camp pizza oven that he had also expertly lit. He was even able to manipulate the pineapple, ham and cheese one into a map of Australia.
We then settled in to watch Carlton and Geelong. There was certainly a lot less animation during this game than the one the previous evening.
The football was not the only post pizza entertainment tonight. Someone advised us a reptile was casually relaxing near the sinks provided to wash your cooking and eating utensils which is also adjacent to the shower/toilet facilities.
Then of course the camp Steve Irwin wannabe puts the rest of us fellas to shame by moving in and actually picking the slimy thing up.
This has thrown somewhat of a spanner in the works for trying not to use our onboard ablution facility when in a place toilets exist. Not sure the girls are going to be too keen to visit these any more.
There was less investment in this game so at half time we all called it a night. Czytaj więcej
Day 40 - Kinka Beach to Agnes Water
3–7 wrz, Australia ⋅ ☀️ 24 °C
Ditto
Up early again for another pack a way. We had some ham and cheese and left over meat that we enjoyed on fresh bread and buns before hitting the road.
Today was about a three and a half our drive on somewhat better but definitely busier roads.
Pretty uneventful other than a few numpty drivers that copped our wrath over channel 18.
Whilst on about channel 18, some Queensland dip sticks use it for work related purposes. Nationally it’s accepted as the channel for grey nomads in caravans.
I whipped up a batch of spicy chicken wings that everyone seemed to love and Graham whipped up a secret sauce for our spaghetti bol and meatballs, also loved by all.
But the highlight of the day (and probably the journey to date) without a doubt goes to Mr Jones.
Settling in for the evening most of us grabbed a beer or 3. Mr Jones broke out the vino and shared it with Gail. Unfortunately it wasn’t to Gail’s liking so she withdraw which was wise given the pace Mr Jones set.
Bear in mind most evenings we’re tucked up in bed anywhere between 7.30 and 8.30. Tonight was the much anticipated Dockers Hawthorn match.
Karen, being a Hawthorn die hard was not confident in a win given the Dockers record this season. Peter on the other hand is a tragic Eagles fan (as are most us on this journey are) who is consumed by an irrational hatred of the Dockers. (Something that has been questioned during one of our previous Kahoots games where his knowledge of the Dockers was outstanding. His reasoning……you must know your enemy).
Anyway, somewhere along the line said beer and wine started to impact Mr Jones’ cognitive ability, but he was going to be watching the game come he’ll or high water.
Earlier, before said cognitive ability was lost, during a reconnaissance of the park he located the perfect setting. The camp kitchen with TV and lounge chairs.
Mr Jones is a genuinely funny guy but during this period of cognitive impairment he had everyone in stitches. Video evidence does exist but will only be shared upon written application to Julie.
We settled in for the evening and to Mr Jones’ (and Karen of course) surprise, the Hawks started like a bat out of hell. They were on fire and so was Mr Jones. We reckon people on the other side of the park could hear his expletive laden chants of joy.
By the time he joined the land of nod, he was comforted by the fact it was half time and the Hawks had a very sizeable lead.
Needless to say he missed the whole second half.
By this time it was only Karen, Graham and I left with the ability to register the fact the Hawks had in fact beaten the odds and won. Mr Jones……..punching out zzzzzzz’s.
At the immediate conclusion of the game. The TV was shut down, the process of bringing Mr Jones to the world of the conscious commenced, albeit somewhat delicate.
“Pete, Pete, Pete, wake-up. Unfortunately they did it, the Dockers are on their way”.
Graham, Karen and I were somewhat amused Mr Jones hit the sack thinking the Dockers had won, although given his lack of ability to comprehend at that stage of the evening we weren’t sure if he would even remember.
All in all a great night and definitely the latest of our trip to date.
The video evidence I mentioned above has been retained for future purposes in the event one of us requires it for defence. Czytaj więcej
Day 39 - Kinka Beach (Yeppoon)
2 września, Australia ⋅ ☀️ 20 °C
Ditto
We pre booked a day trip to Great Keppel Island (GkI as all the signage said) for today, so we needed to be a little more organised this morning.
We jumped in our nice shiny cars (although Gail and I bummed a lift with Julie and Peter) and headed to the ferry terminal.
While the ferry’s were as big as our Rotto boats, there certainly didn’t seem as many Tommy tourists as we get for Rotto.
Embarking was a little traumatic for one of the barkers. Poor Peppa was initially hell bent on not climbing the steps, until Anne dragged her up. Both Peppa and Stevie were not big fans of the journey over. If Peppa could have, she’d have been up on Anne’s lap much the same as Stevie was with Peter and Julie
The journey was only about 30 minutes.
You know how you can arrive on Rotto, walk off the boat onto a jetty, and walk or ride along the bitumen road anywhere around the island………well forget that about GKI
We read a few things about GKI before arriving, one of which was you were beach landed. For a place so well advertised as a major tourist attraction it seemed a little pre historic.
In fact much about GKI had that same pre historic feel. Yet, that also added to the charm. It surprisingly hasn’t been over commercialised.
Anyway, back to our adventure. After downing the gang plank onto the island we headed to the Bistro/Pub……we’d commenced travel arrangements so early we missed breakfast.
Monkey Beach was the chosen destination. Highly recommended by mainland based staff and island staff alike. I’ve mentioned pre historic twice before, now a third time.
To get anywhere was a “Bourke and Wills” expedition. No paths or roads to follow, just tracks worn out by other bewildered travellers. Fair play, there were a few hieroglyphics carved into a few white ant destroyed signs to guide you.
We started up as the first sign suggested. Up we went, then more up, then more up. Dodging rocks and tree roots all the way. Then more up.
By now there were serious concerns about ever reaching Monkey Beach. We hit the first of those hieroglyphic signs the same time as three intrepid young women did coming from an alternative direction. They too were on their way to the same beach. What fascinated us was that 2 of them chose not to wear foot wear. Absolutely mind boggling. (That’s the polite way of saying effing nuts).
After reaching the “non recommended” short cut route, with still over 1500 metres to go for the recommended route, a group meeting was convened.
After the usual preamble, consensus could not be reached resulting in a fracture. Graham and I chose to head on while the others returned.
Graham and I descended the “not recommended” route with the skill and tenacity of any “Survivor” contestant.
Apart from the camaraderie and banter, so glad we did. The water was crystal clear. There was some marine life and coral but not as much as we’d expected.
It had taken roughly an hour from the time we started till we’d reached our destination. So to leave enough time for at least 1 beer in the pub before departing the island, we carefully calculated the timing of our return journey.
Up and over what seemed like an “Everestian” climb to the pub we went, encountering some of natures wildlife on the way.
It was no surprise the fracturing group had congregated at the pub already.
We had time for a few beers before departing for the mainland. The canine patrol definitely seemed more at ease this time.
Back to the vans, showered and cleaned up before BBQ chicken for dinner.
“It was a ferry good day”
PS. Another interesting fella we came across was in his 80’s, from Dianella, travelling solo. His reason for making my list of interesting folk was his mums plight as a Polish refugee during WW2, Czytaj więcej
Day 38 - Kinka Beach (Yeppoon)
1 września, Australia ⋅ 🌙 16 °C
Back to the norm……awesome sunrise.
Today I joined the doggo crew hitting the beach at sunrise. It was pretty awesome. Watching Stevie chase her toy in and out of the water followed by the others as they arrived was great.
The ladies decided it was pamper day. They chose to hit Yeppoon proper, have brekkie, do some shopping and have a pedi. Two out of three ain’t bad. They couldn’t all get in for a pedi at the same time.
Peter, Graham and I operated Doggo Daddy Daycare….for…..over…..three…..hours. This was of course after another bacon and egg morning, which included Uncle Dave.
Upon the ladies returning from their partially failed venture the lads decided more pampering was needed. We took 3 of our beats for pampering. Graham drove Anne’s because he managed a rudimentary wash at Lightning Ridge so his wasn’t screaming for attention.
What a very pleasing exercise. Projecting high pressure h2o infused with ph neutral cleanser against the outer layer of our chariots……..watching the built up red dust disappear into the bowels of the earth down the drain.
This joy needed to be rewarded so Peter and I hit the first 24 hour drive through bottle shop we’d ever seen, to purchase some liquid gold., whilst Graham hit a pharmacy to secure additional pharmaceutical assistance to aid in the removal of his bronchial affliction.
Grahams venture proved to be valuable in not only said drugs but securing advice on a great tourist lookout. Peter and I met him at said location just in time to witness a para-sailor launch himself into the fresh afternoon breeze (see attached video).
We were planning on roast chicken for dinner, but a text from the caravan park admin team alerting us to the fact a Thai Food van was visiting from 5 till 7 changed those plans.
A mix of pad thai, sweet and sour, fish cakes, curry puffs, massaman curries, spring rolls was a welcome change for dinner..
NB. Whilst not specifically addressing this previously, one of the great things about the travelling life if meeting people from all walks of like. Yesterday’s post revealed the total coincidence of bumping into someone Gail and I knew - Pieter.
I don’t know much about boxing but I’ve heard of Harry Garside (Olympic Boxer and reality tv star)…..I met his Dad in the artesian baths at Charlotte Plains, then just this evening there was Andre from Currambine, doing a lap of Oz with his black Labrador whilst completing his CPA online.
Other memorable characters will be added in subsequent posts (if and as I remember them 🤔). Czytaj więcej
Day 37 - Kinka Beach (Yeppoon)
31 sierpnia, Australia ⋅ ☀️ 21 °C
By the time I surfaced it was a little overcast, so our track record of perfect mornings was shattered somewhat
The doggo patrol however were up early and over to the beach and from all accounts Ruby, Mace, Peppa and Stevie had a ball.
But of course running amok at the beach has an after affect on them. Let’s say they were very quiet for the remainder of the day.
Graham had his “Uncle Dave” come visit us. In fact he arrived with his van so stayed for the night. Whilst not blood related Uncle Dave is one of those very close family friends that earns the respect of that relationship.
More shopping required so off to Yeppoon we went, which was about a 15 minute journey. This also included a visit to Bunnings for various items.
As has become customary, afternoons of town visits of 3 o 4 days can sometimes be somewhat lazy. It started this way but the call to arms (a beer in the gazebo over looking the pool) was ordered.
Unbeknown to me when the girls were doing the shopping Gail bumped into a friend from Perth. As he was staying in another caravan park, Gail invited him over to our park for a drink.
I’m sitting in the Gazebo with the lads (including Uncle Dave) and I hear Gail behind me. Someone gives me a wet Willy, whom I assume to be Anne, so just continued on. I’m told to turn around and to my absolute surprise it’s Pieter Bergshoeff.
So here we are, at this random geographical location on the other side of the country at an exact stage in the continuum of time and we bump into someone we know. The scary part is, the last time we bumped into each other was under the same circumstance on a van trip down south in WA last year.
Gail and Pieter were on the board of the WA Little Athletics Association for a number of years.
After reminiscing and comparing van stories Pieter headed back to his van, out came the fresh meat and salad and we enjoyed yet another wonderful BBQ dinner. Czytaj więcej
Day 36 - Theodore to Kinka Beach Yeppoon
30 sie–3 wrz, Australia ⋅ ☀️ 22 °C
What does one say when the mornings are perfect once again?
Not much to pack away again, so an easy morning. We gathered our remaining supplies of eggs and bacon and headed to the camp kitchen. We’d picked up some fresh rolls yesterday at our stop in Roma.
Some things are getting quite monotonous as I may have previously mentioned…..mother nature and the perfect weather we are having and the quality (or lack there of) of the roads.
There were some pretty “hang on to you hat” sections today once again, however coming down from the Mt Morgan ranges made for a spectacular experience and sight.
Going from red dust, animal excrement and flat plains to fresh sea air and tropical plants is a very welcome change.
While being located 100 metre from the beach we are yet to get our feet wet (at the beach). We parked up, set up and enjoyed the great facilities at this park with a few cold beers (as you might see from the photos).
A short stroll along the main road to the local fish and chip shop was good enough for tonight’s dinner. Czytaj więcej
Day 35 - Muckadilla to Theodore
29 sierpnia, Australia ⋅ ☀️ 14 °C
Can’t believe how lucky we’ve been with the mornings. Another glorious one.
Whilst everything was great last night, there was nowhere to get a coffee or a bite to eat for brekkie so we headed to Roma….50 odd kms up the road.
What a surprise, it was one of the largest towns we’ve seen so far.
Great coffee and great pastries.
We had time to do a bit of shopping and sightseeing which resulted in a few purchases, including a couple of rolled pork roasts for tonight’s dinner.
It was yet another day of roller coaster rides but at least we’ve come into some more scenic countryside. This may have been the fact we traversed The Dawson Range.
Only a 1 night stop again so very little to set up. Graham, Peter and I decided to explore the town (on foot). Not much to see on a Saturday afternoon except the local pub. It would have been rude not to have a quiet drink. It would have been even ruder not to purchase a round each.
Meanwhile our phones ran hot as the ladies required guidance on setting up our Webber q’s to cook those pork roasts.
They did very well…,,Another wonderful home cooked meal of roast pork and veges, a couple of games of Kahoots and then Bed. Czytaj więcej
Day 34 - Charleville to Muckadilla
28 sierpnia, Australia ⋅ ☀️ 22 °C
This part is getting very monotonous…….another superb morning.
I took my car for a very quick wash yesterday to remove the caked on mud. Easier with water than anything else. Today I took Anne’s for the same treatment.
We packed up and were on our way by about 9, not before we visited a park in town where the dogs went mental.
Another poor excuse for roads, with roller coaster size humps most of the way. I use the word roller coaster for 2 reasons. The first to describe how undulating the roads actually were and the second because Graham actually thought he was on one and enjoyed speeding up and slowing down.
Tonight was another off grid experience. In exchange for taking up some real estate without cost we simply had to eat in The Mucka Pub.
The Mucka Pub was apparently rebuilt 6 or 7 years ago after being destroyed by fire. They now had a structure built with modern materials that still had an aged rustic feeling.
If you look at all the attached photos you will notice the name on the building itself is “THE MUCKA BUP”. Apparently this was a deliberate marketing ploy that gained social media notoriety.
Typical of most country pubs, the meals were fantastic. All of us thoroughly enjoyed are culinary selections.
Typical end to an overnight free camp off grid stay (without a campfire)……..bed early Czytaj więcej
Day 33 - Charleville
27 sierpnia, Australia ⋅ ⛅ 16 °C
Back to awesome mornings again - brisk and clear.
Charleville was historically famous for its hidden WW2 involvement. For 10
Months, in 1942 the USA had 2000 personnel located here as part of its Pacific presence. At 9am Graham, Karen, Peter, Julie and myself went on a self drive but guided tour of where these secret locations once existed. Our guide was a font of knowledge.
Next up was a visit into town for brunch and a look around. Found a great local butcher where we purchased some meat for bbq night tonight.
Back to the vans to rest for the afternoon.
At 5 each day the caravan park puts on social activities. Tonight was a singalong with a local cowboy. We went for a few songs but needed to have our bbq over in time for another tour tonight.
Graham, Karen, Peter, Julie and myself piled into our car as we had booked another tour at the local Cosmos Centre. An hour of astronomical delight at 8.30. The moon was in full swing tonight which made it a little difficult to see some of the stars, but it made for some amazing photos that the iPhone actually made look like they were taken in the daytime. I assure you, the photos you see with us looking through the telescope or at the stars were taken well after sun down.
The D-Max auto high beam feature caused a little concern as the reflection of the bright spotlights from any road sign resulted in a nerve racking light show. High beam, low beam, high beam, low beam.
There were 3 guides, and we were fortunate to get the comical one who happened to be just 15. He put Peter and myself in our places. The pièce de résistance was fallen for by Peter. Through the continual astronomical banter our young guide threw in “do you know Updog”…..all of us thinking this was an obscure constellation none of us knew. None of us responded until it got the better of Peter. What’s Updog he asked. Our juvenile guide responded with something like “Not much, what’s up with you”.
The rest of us lost it. Needless to say Peter has a new nickname.
Peter’s audible flatulence resulted in a reference to the 7th planet of our solar system by a complete stranger.
Turning the spotlights off on the return journey seemed to limit the light show.
We arrived back at the vans safe n sound where Gail and Anne were patiently waiting.
This was one of our later nights so far on tour. Czytaj więcej
Day 32 - Charlotte Plains to Charleville
26–28 sie, Australia ⋅ 🌧 19 °C
Just like that, we were back to a stunning morning. Clear sky, very brisk and lots of dew around.
I managed to get up at sparrows fart again, headed for my morning constitutional and then into the hot artesian bath once again. It certainly is a great way to start the day.
More goats visiting us as we packed up. They obviously blend in well with the hundreds of tourists that must visit this great place.
Whilst I didn’t mention accessing Charlotte Plains the other day, it was about 5 kms on gravel. Many places in the outback become inaccessible after rain, and as yesterdays post alluded to we had rain. There was the slight risk that the road leading in/out would be out of service. as it was, one of the roads to an alternative part of the station was in fact out of action.
Today, we were lucky, we were able to get out but not before layering many parts of the car and van in thick mud. There were many lakes of red muddy water we could not avoid as we left.
Breakfast today was about 50 kms east at a place called Cunamulla. Coffee and pastries……once again.
It was about two and a half half hours from Cunamulla to Charleville once again traversing some pretty suspect roads.
Arrived at our park which is about 8 or 9 kms from town, set up, did a bit of well needed washing then into town for supplies and fuel. I got real excited at the prospect of a car wash, but that was short lived.
Roast chicken and veges tonight then in the sack around 9. Czytaj więcej
Day 31 - Charlotte Plains
25 sierpnia, Australia ⋅ 🌧 17 °C
Today’s post commences earlier than sunrise. Just after we retired last night the rain commenced. It continued most of the night.
Because of that fact my usual sunrise joy has taken a complete about face. Wet, wet, wet today.
I had to actually drive the 400m to the public conveniences this morning. There are some thing that just can’t be done in the van 🤔. Still a few die hard people in the baths.
We’re not sure whether Peter was suffering a complete delusional malfunction, but he swears he witnessed Skippy bound right through the middle of our camp at around 5.30 this morning.
We had a number of trips to the baths today, both in the rain before it stopped early afternoon then again at beer o’clock after the rain had ceased.
Peter and Graham kept extremely busy making use of Mother Nature. We had buckets under all awnings catching the crystal clear rain water. They would transfer the buckets to a 20 litre plastic container then poor it into our water tanks.
It was beautiful sitting by the fire, no wind and all the ground and greenery soaked from the continual drizzle.
It was a pretty uneventful day with us even resorting to a few first letter category games, such as foods starting with “A”, then “B” etc.
Some responses really did need to be questioned.
Left overs and pasta for lunch followed by ribs for dinner.
Just as Peter had finished cooking the ribs on the open fire…..the rain came down again.
Graham and I sat and marvelled at the clearing sky that revealed a plethora of stars and planets Czytaj więcej
Day 30 - Charlotte Plains
24 sierpnia, Australia ⋅ ☀️ 11 °C
Ditto (to the morning).
I was up at sparrows fart, on the bike and in the water just before sunrise. Gotta love these artesian baths. Got some amazing photos and videos.
Came back to the vans and by now everyone’s up.
it was left over sausages (those big Flintstone style) and eggs for brekky today.
Dishes done and now we all headed to the bath area.
After soaking for a while and easing our aching bodies it was back for a relaxing afternoon, although us fellas did some more hunting for firewood.
Karen made a wonderful traditional damper for lunch,
The Nannas Nanna’d
Graham decided he’d like a ride so I unloaded Gail’s bike from the van and we both took off exploring, finding ourselves doing a large circle, past the local tip and back to the vans.
Some of the locals decided to visit us this arvo, which surprisingly didn’t have too much of an impact on the dogs.
Given this was our longest stint off grid, the solar blankets made an appearance today, just to ensure our batteries were at their fighting best.
Pre dinner saw us all take a wander to the water….soak and sooth ourselves and enjoy a quick drink from the bar.
Yet again we enjoyed more Perth pre prepared food……..chicken schnitzels. Czytaj więcej