Adventures with Jaime & Dick

Februar 2022 - April 2023
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  • Sarina, Mackay & Finch Hatton, QLD

    24. Juni 2022 in Australien ⋅ ⛅ 22 °C

    And so with this footprint, you are finally up to speed.

    We are now in the sugar cane districts and it is sugarcane harvesting season. I did a tour of the Sugar Mill in Sarina and was rather impressed. Mostly with how clean an industry it is using mainly water and steam, but also how many useful by-products come out of the process; cane tops and molasses are used as cattle feed, bagasse as bio-fuel for the sugar cane mills and feed manufacture, and finally, filter muds that are given back to the farmer to fertilise and improve the soil on his or her fields.

    We tasted the raw cane, the molasses, some candy floss (they call it fairy floss here), and some liquors and ginger beers they produce on site. As a pre-diabetic, I had the best time at the Sugar Mill. With lashings of ginger beer, hurrah! Famous Five at The Sugar Mill?

    I woke up one morning and my eyes were swollen and sealed shut. When I tried to open them, they streamed with tears and I were proper snotty. Stumbled to the pharmacy and asked what was wrong with me. They put it down to the sugarcane fields being in flower which, if you're not local, can cause your histamine levels to spack out. I took an antihistamine, it cleared up within an hour or two and despite still being surrounded by sugar cane fields three weeks later, I've not had another reaction since. Weird.

    The only thing I've ever been allergic to are some Angora Guinea Pigs I once cuddled and rubbed my face in. That landed me in A&E but I got the day off work which was cool. I also had a huge needle in my arse, which was not cool. The nurses thought my colleague had sprayed me with CS spray when I was escorted in with my eyelids turning inside out. We were the only police response car available but had been skiving off having a cup of tea and admiring my colleague's petting zoo. Meh heh.

    I've been wondering lately whether Dick might be lonely or in need of some company. I had a chat with a local breeder and we got to look after 'Dave' the Dachshund puppy for a few days, as a trial. That little dude lit up my life! The cutest, sweetest, most loving, adorable little man I've ever met.

    Dick however, was not so impressed. He saw no reason why he had to share his mother or his food or his toys and made it quite clear in his own gentle, quiet way that he did not need any company. I was sitting quietly one evening when Dick strolled out from behind the van - with Dave dangling from his tummy, latched on and determined to not let Dick leave him behind. I gently unlatched Dave and rang Sue the next day. Most dogs would not have tolerated that. Good boy, Big D.

    I reluctantly handed Little D back to lovely Sue, the breeder. That little dude had a blast with us. He adored Dick, followed him everywhere and used him as his personal warm pillow. I shall miss him dearly. Dick gathered all his toys together and rested his head on them with a big, satisfied sigh that he no longer had to share.

    I saw some Duck-Billed Playpus at Finch Hatton and the Gorge was amazing. Which is interesting as I remember being taught at school in England - that they were extinct!

    The showgrounds were at the bottom of gorgoeus mountains, covered in cloud each morning. Nowt much else to do though and no mobile reception, which makes for long, dull evenings so we reluctantly headed back into civilisation.
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  • Pause and reflect, Finch Hatton

    29. Juni 2022 in Australien ⋅ ☁️ 19 °C

    I'll be honest, this episode should be titled 'A Massive Flipping Whinge'.

    So, it's been a while, eh?!

    I genuinely thought you'd all lost interest so I wasn't motivated to continue the blog as regularly, due to the lack of engagement. Thanks to all you legends who have nudged me for an update, it warms the cockles of my heart!

    Looking back, the last comment on the Facebook blog was an opinion posted publicly that I was 'spending far too much time alone'. At best, thoughtless. At worst, malicious.

    You are never alone when you live with a hound. I'd far rather share my 7 metres of living space with him, than any human I've known. He is better at security and protection than any cop I worked with in twenty years of service. Even if his own farts do scare him, he is more useful than any human on this trip. And so, that person has since been booted off to spread their malice elsewhere.

    If I'm not feeling the love, I don't write.
    And this space - is my space. A positive space for me to look back on, in years to come to see where we went, what we did, who we met and who was interested and engaged with our journey.

    I've been dwelling on family recently. Mine is a little complicated, so typically not a soothing experience. But a few comments have been dropped that a visit is overdue.

    The journey between Australia and England is utter misery. In duration, one way, flying hours can be from 23hrs to 45hrs in length. It can be two or three flights, one of which will be 14hrs, which is torture to those who only sleep 5 or 6 hours each night. The stop overs are anything from 1hr to 7hrs. You can't go outside to breathe the fresh air. You are stuck in foreign airports without the correct currency to buy anything or risk using your bank cards and being financially raped in exchange rates. You have to pay for a comfy seat, lounge or 'pod' to doze in. You don't get to shower for 48hrs or more. Ugh.

    My sinuses are so sore from breathing the recirculated air on the plane that they are killing me about 2hrs in to the flight. I have nosebleeds for a several days afterwards. The seats are cramped, the movies are old and dull, the headphones fall off, the food is awful and you don't want to eat it for fear of having to use the horrendous airplane loos. The jet lag is insane and knocks you sideways for days. And then you have all of that to look forward to, on the way back to Australia!

    It does make me chuckle when the pilot says "Welcome home" as we taxi into Heathrow, London. But depressing when you see the grey hues of England again, after the blue skies, the turquoise waters, the red dust of the outback - the amazing colours of Australia. We have so much space to spread out. We are often the only ones on the beautiful beaches (the others were breakfast for the White Pointers).

    England is grey. It is cold. It is usually raining. Traffic is so congested. You have to pay a fortune to park anywhere, IF you can find a park. It takes ages to get anywhere. Everything is so damn expensive.

    Do you remember the scene in Wonder Woman when they sail into a grey London port and she's really unimpressed after the beauty of the Amazon Isles? It's the only photo on this episode. "It's hideous!" She says. And she's not wrong. Not once you've seen what the rest of the world has to offer.

    Inhabitants of England don't really like to go anywhere much. Undoubtedly due to all the above. An Englishman's home is his castle and that is where you will spend all of your time when back in Blighty, in other folks homes - because it's too much hassle and expense to go anywhere. It's a very different mindset to Australia where it's all about camping, nature, exploring the natural beauty of the coast or the outback. Road trips are an adventure and fun with lots of things to see, do and explore. Plus eating out costs the same as groceries from the supermarket, so funk it, let's eat out tonight!

    If you're visiting England, you don't have a car. You can't really use your phone or the Optus / Telstra roaming rates will cripple you on your return. Trying to round up the folks you want to see whilst you're back, is a major mission. Prying the reluctant English folk from their warm, comfy homes to see you for an hour in the rain and the cold, is exhausting!

    And when you do coax them out, you'll hear the following an awful lot and have to pretend to be amused: "Oh I couldn't live in Australia. Too many snakes / spiders / scorpions / sharks / jellyfish / crocodiles." Yup, there are. You'll rarely encounter them but safer to be a pussy and stay at home watching telly, never experiencing anything. Or "Too hot for me". Yup. Can be. That's why aircon was invented. Have you experienced Tasmania or SA or the snowfields of Victoria in the winter? You won't need to pack the budgie smugglers.

    So! In light of all that, should I return to England this year?

    Of course I should. I miss those a'holes dearly.
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  • Airlie Beach, Proserpine & Bowen, QLD

    11. Juli 2022 in Australien ⋅ ☀️ 19 °C

    Airlie Beach: beautiful, manicured, fantastic noodle bar - but far too busy. The go to holiday location if you like jet skis and have 18 children - plus paid parking. The horror. Ain't nobody got time for that.

    Proserpine: little regional town that is only on the map as it's the turn off to Airlie. They've even sold their showgrounds to a private owner and closed the gates to the public. Rubbish. Nice golf course that Dick enjoyed having a poop on 💩 😎 that's what we think of you, Prossie!

    Bowen: very pretty, coastal, full of crocs. (The reptile, not the ugly shoe) Terrible caravan park. Great Sunday markets, got some cute silver turtle earrings. Risked being eaten by crocs and did some snorkelling at Horseshoe Bay, but despite the beautiful blue water, the visibility was shocking. Something to do with 800 fishermen chucking guts into the water around me as I snorkelled, I suspect. Rude.

    Took a quick trip to A&E courtesy of a suspected migraine and some bad salami that tricked the paramedics into thinking I was having a stroke. We had a jolly 10min blue light ambo ride, gaily singing nursery rhymes with the paramedics, waving my arms above my head and having to grin insanely every 2 minutes to prove this was not the case. And a glorious rendition of 'Over The Rainbow' it was too, harmonies and all. CT scan was clear, bloods must have been clear as they didn't call - had a massive spew within the hour and immediately felt better. I shall never be able to look salami in the eye again, without dry heaving.

    I did have an eye test recently, I'm far sighted so I struggle to focus when I look up from a screen or a book. They suggested a minor prescription and I'd waved it off, thinking I'd be fine. Rang them today and parted with $680. I can't see me wearing them much, but I don't want another migraine, I thought I was dying!

    This getting old malarkey is rubbish!
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    Funny Dunny Campground, Wunjunga QLD

    20. Juli 2022 in Australien ⋅ ☁️ 24 °C

    Thought we'd try one night off grid free camping, to see how we coped and what worked without power.

    The answer was: nothing. Nothing of use works without being plugged into mains.

    Aircon? No.
    Fans? No.
    Microwave? No
    Hair straightners? No
    Phone? No
    WiFi? Don't make me laugh
    TV? Only if there's TV reception. So, no.
    Loo flush? No. Needs power, apparently!

    There was also nothing funny about the dunny. It was a smelly long drop loo. *retch

    We did get to try out the new generator, which makes everything works. Noisy. Smelly. Unsocial.

    Off grid camping not for us then!

    We tried.
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  • Alva foreshore Ayr, at dawn
    Searching for that damn white peahen!Dick admiring the cyanide filled waters of the gold mineProper old western saloon bars, complete with swinging doorsAustralian build standards have not changed much. They still love their tinRandom open mine shaft for the unwary touristThose are the walls of the new gold mine, I am standing on the main streetHe's on the stairs to nowhere..Random old mining shit left lying aroundScared of the tin dog

    Ayr & Ravenswood, QLD

    25. Juli 2022 in Australien ⋅ ☀️ 24 °C

    We liked Ayr. Small, pretty coastal town. We stayed at Alva Tourist Park on the beach.

    The area is famous for the SS Yongala shipwreck, one of the world's top scuba dive sites. Given that I can barely snorkel without drowning, a visit to the wreck was not to be. But we had our own fun pootling about annoying the fishermen and dicing with death by swimming in the crocodile infested shallows.

    The cute little town of Ravenswood was...something else. Like something put of the wild west. We couldn't find any space anywhere in Townsville to stay, which was due to be our next stop, so thought we'd head west for a week and explore the old mining towns. We opted to stay at the rough and ready showgrounds, not realising there was a posh new caravan park up the road with actual phone signal and the occasional welcome sight of 3G.

    3G! Lol.

    We spent days searching for an elusive white peacock, there were several wild flocks knocking about. We scrabbled about trying to find a large gold nugget that the locals (and huge commercial gold mine) may have missed. Alas, it was not to be.

    The town has already been relocated once, to accommodate the gold mine. The walls of the new mine tower over this little village and it looks like they'll have to be relocated again.

    Went to visit the cemetery that had also been relocated, and was also now precariously hanging over the edge of the new mine - the stories were fascinating. They've made a macabre, tourist thing of their heritage cemetery due to the wide variety of novel ways, folk have died there.

    There was a large chain on a couple of graves. Miners in the 1800s were using it for...something I don't recall, when one was struck by lightning which in turn killed all who were hanging onto the chain.

    The mining widows used to hang out in the cemetery and natter, their stories were printed on info boards.

    Genuinely the most fun you can have at a cemetery!
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  • Posh shopping centre in C Towers
    Doing some 'training' with the vest. (I was getting coffee)Piano up a tree - something to do with a flood....and there's the flood storyI genuinely have no idea where this was

    Charters Towers, north QLD

    3. August 2022 in Australien ⋅ ☀️ 27 °C

    We were due to head to Townsville on this date, but were re-directed further west to Charters Towers, by Titan Caravans.

    A mystery leak had spung up from under the kitchen area a few weeks back. It was only a small puddle back then, but I'd been nagging at them to book me into (yet another) repair centre. Leaks don't tend to go away by themselves.

    They couldn't seem to find a single repair centre in the entirety of Townsville, Cairns or anywhere inbetween, an area several thousand kilometres square, to book me in, for reasons that became clear later on. So, they sent me to Charters Towers where there was a little one man show, a builder by trade, that dabbled in caravan repairs.

    Jamie from 'Dealz on Deane' finally popped out to see us at the showgrounds a week later. He ripped the van apart , found that the roof of the van was flooded due to a faulty aircon outlet, found water was leaking onto an electrical light casing, found a crack in the waste water pipe, broke the toilet cassette door, destroyed some laminate in the kitchen - but could not find the source of the original leak. Massive eye roll.

    Cue some serious talks with Titan. We couldn't continue with the leak getting worse by the day, and nowhere north of us that could investigate or repair it. They wanted me to return the van to their workshop in Brisbane. I didn't want to waste time on my year off, doing a 2650km round trip with a car sick dog.

    It was eventually agreed that I would have to return the van to Brisbane, but on the basis that they would replace the van this time, not repair it. It had suffered too much water damage to the floor. I reluctantly made the arrangements and sedated poor Dick, for the week long journey.

    Charters Towers was a lovely big outback town, with yet more gold mining history and another fascinating cemetery. I went along to a ghost walk and talk there one night, to hear the historic tales and gruesome murders as a result of squabbles over gold.

    I have come to the conclusion that gold mining itself is not the most dangerous part of this occupation, it is the violence that humans display towards each other over it.

    Back to Brisbane we go.
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  • Stranded in Brisbane

    8. August 2022 in Australien ⋅ ☀️ 21 °C

    Dropped the van off to Titan Caravans on 8th August for assessment, and waited in anticipation for our replacement van, as agreed with the Creswick family, who own Titan.

    I was assured that something would be sorted and that I wouldn't be left high and dry without a van. Silly, naive me for believing them.

    When the 'Without Prejudice' email dropped into my inbox the following morning, stating that Titan wouldn't cover under warranty any 'non authorised after market products fitted to the van' (a water filter cartridge) or any 'misuse of the van' by me, the penny dropped.

    I wasn't getting a replacement caravan. They were going to try and blame three seperate flood events as my fault, to wriggle out of their responsibilities under Australian Consumer Law.

    Weeks later, having sought legal advice and spoken with several fellow Titan owners, it became clear that I had bought the van from a shonky, dodgy company. And that this label could be applied to most caravan manufacturers in Queensland.

    Titan have been taken to the Queensland Civil & Administrative Tribunal (QCAT) three times in the past 2yrs by customers for similar issues, and been ordered by the magistrate to refund their customers for the shonky product they'd sold. They'd also had legal proceedings commenced against them through the magistrates court, but had settled out of court with damages, just before the court date. Those are the ones I know of.

    All of those customers had been slapped with a gag order as part of their settlement and weren't allowed to bad mouth Titan publicly.

    This is why there are no negative reviews about Titan, when I researched them. All now becomes clear.

    Legals fees to take them to court are around $50,000. The QCAT is cheaper, but you can't claim back your costs for legal fees or damages through that forum. Which for me, will be substantial as I'm having to rent short term accommodation as Titan have my 'house'. Both processes take 12-18 months.

    Titan's conduct has been harassing and suspicious since I dropped the van off. They tested the water filter cartridge on front of me when I dropped it off on the 8th. That was the only thing they tested. Which I thought was weird at the time, but didn't grasp the significance. They found it to not be leaking and the area around it was dry. Suddenly, from the 9th onwards, all blame was being laid on the same water filter cartridge - and they stated they wouldn't repair the flood damage under warranty, instead I would have to pay them $3500 + GST.

    They were sending emails at 4am in the morning, demanding I attend their yard on my own, with four Creswicks and a team of their workshop mechanics, for a 'meeting' so they could show me my 'misuse' of the van.

    This was on a public holiday mind, when I was unable to seek legal advice or find an independent expert to attend with me. I ignored them. It seemed the only suitable, civilised course of action given that the lawyer had advised I maintain radio silence, due to their vast history of ripping people off. Titan rang 7 times leaving passive agressive voicemails, emailed 5 times and even sent out one of their employees to the AirBnb I was staying in, to hunt me down. I must have been out walking the dog, as I had no idea. Conduct amounting to harassment.

    Bullies hate being ignored. Nothing like being reminded of their own irrelevance.

    I rang around the various repair centres who had fixed the van on our travels, to find that Titan had not paid ANY of their bills, the first of which started on 2nd March, 10 days after I bought the van. Later, those repair centres told me Titan had been calling and telling them lies, attempting to obtain invoices they were not entitled to see, by deception. Fortunately, they were savvy enough to refuse to hand them to Titan - and called me instead.

    They also gave me some tips about how to deal with Titan, handing me evidence in the form of photos and job cards to prove the plumbing fittings installed by Titan were not fit for purpose, or entirely missing. All three of them told me they no longer accept warranty work from anyone other than Jayco, as their bills don't get paid. I made sure the lawyer included this little tidbit in their letter of demand. Quite deliberately. It worked, there were a flurry of calls from Titan to the repairers making excuses and asking for invoices to be re-sent. Jerks.

    Fast forward a month, we're still in Brisbane, still in AirBnbs and $15k down in accommodation and legal fees.

    I tasked a Consultant Mechanical Engineer to do an independent inspection of the van last week. He's written reports against Titan before and been to court with them, all successfully. He found my van to be a write off, the floor is sodden from the constant flooding and needs ripping out and replacing. The source of the leak under the kitchen area was a faulty shower mixer tap, pouring water out the back of the shower onto the kitchen floor. The roof has a design flaw that means the water pouring out of the aircon outlet does not run off the back of the van, but pools on the roof, causing structural damage and mould.

    I now await his written report before talking with the lawyers again. In the interim, I've posted a review on Titan's google business listing and productreview.com, with photos of the flood damage, mentioning they are refusing to refund or replace and that I do not recommend them.

    I'm aware of two negative reviews by other Titan owners posted recently that Titan have managed to persuade Google to to remove. I have no idea why, but they have been unable to remove my review and this is really annoying them. There was a flurry of phone calls and emails to me and my lawyer yesterday.

    I think I shall ignore them.

    Just as they are ignoring my request to refund.

    The saga continues.
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  • Willow (JRT) Coco (Pug) Barney (Beagle)
    These two are so cuteBlustery day in the back garden. We sit on those green chairs with our G&T's at sunsetHow sexy is Barney?!Zzzzzzzzz... Coco tucks herself into Dick's bed every night, whether he likes it or notIt must be so hard when you can't see your food 😏Coco and I have the same length legs. Sand is hard for dwarves!Gennie won't fit in the toolbox, so I've ordered a bigger toolbox & Mike has been making alterationsI can't quite fathom the name, when the vans are made in Queensland?

    House sitting in Beachmere, QLD

    15. Oktober 2022 in Australien ⋅ ⛅ 23 °C

    So...we've been passing the time by taking on a house and dog sitting gig in Beachmere for a lovely family who were heading off to Bali for a month.

    The house is right on the beach and the three dogs I'm sitting, are pretty cute. There were only supposed to be two dogs, but there was a Pug next door who spent her entire life on a rope, not being walked or getting any attention, so she became part of the family and thus there were four doglets to look after. Dick likes them all and it's nice to see him playing with some little buddies.

    Beachmere is a cute little suburb between Brisbane and the Sunny Coast with a few shops and cafes, not dissimilar to Agnes Water. I like it here. The residents are in dire need of house sitters, I've been asked constantly if I'll do other house sits since I arrived. I feel bad letting them know this is a one off as I'm temporarily stuck in Brisbane.

    And I'm not good with being sedentary when I'm supposed to be flouncing about the countryside! My mother would say I'm 'pacing like a restless lion'. But that's due to the distasteful fact that we are only here whilst we threaten Titan Caravans with legal action via expensive Brisbane lawyers.

    Titan finally gave in last week, once they'd seen the independent inspection report I'd been waiting over a month for, which reported the floor needing replacing as it was 85% water saturated and rotting, plus the roof was collapsing. Those jerks had been spewing lies for two and a half months, making out it was my 'misuse of the van' and a faulty water filter.

    I despise liars. I despise bullies. It is so typical of ignorant, misogynistic Australian men to underestimate and attempt to rip off a lone female. Did they really think I'd just walk away? Do people do that?

    I'm disappointed I won't have my day in court. I enjoy giving witness testimony. I've acquired evidence against them of perjury, attempting to obtain property by deception and the strict liability offence of misleading me about my entitlements under Australian Consumer Law, with a mandatory fine of $10 million dollars. So, it would have been a satisfying day. Fortunately, the Office of Fair Trading are prosecuting them for a plethora of trading offences, so they will be fined tens of thousands of dollars and lose their licence to trade. I can walk away satisfied with my refund knowing the OFT are getting rid of the rubbish. I wish the OFT the best of British luck in shutting them down.

    Whilst staying in Beachmere, I've been searching high and low for a new van to continue our travels. It's not as sexy looking as the Blackhawk but it does have the advantage that it comes without major defects and is not a write off. It's a double axle and 2 feet longer, but it has everything I require on board including a washing machine (had no idea how important one of those would be) and it fits within all the weight restrictions. Pictures below. I think we were doing a tow ball weight test in one of those photos.

    I'm having some long awaited surgery next week, then we'll be off as soon as I'm recovered, a week or two after that, westward bound. Tally ho!
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  • Strathpine Showgrounds, QLD

    30. Oktober 2022 in Australien ⋅ ☀️ 24 °C

    Aaaaand we're back!

    Currently in Strathpine whilst I finish up my medical appointments after surgery, then we'll be leaving Queensland and heading south away from the heat and humidity.

    It has been SO hot.These Queenslanders are tough, tough, tough! The aircon in the van has been working at full speed to keep my British cheeks cool.

    Coco the Pug is now back home under the watchful eye of the RSPCA, who will ensure she gets the medical treatment she needs and demand she has better living conditions. Poor little tyke. Human beings can be such a'holes to their dogs. All she wanted was a bit of attention and to be part of the family. Dick liked Coco but I think he'll be relieved he's getting his bed back and won't have to share anymore.

    So, we'll aim to head south over the border into NSW (again) and the coast, via Tamborine Mointain and Wooyung on the east coast. The showgrounds we're staying at next have a creek with platypus and turtles so we're a bit excited.

    Update: saw the surgeon today. He told me off. We're not going anywhere for a week or two. He's threatened another stay in hospital with antibiotics intravenously via the biggest needle he can find, if I don't do the bed rest thing. Booooooooooring 💩.

    Might put one of those on his doorstep.
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  • Canungra Showgrounds/Tamborine Mountain

    18. November 2022 in Australien ⋅ ☀️ 21 °C

    Canungra Showgrouds, Tamborine Mountain, Hosanna Farm Stay & Mullumbimby Showgrounds:

    18th Nov - 30th Nov 2022

    I was sorry to leave my friends at Strathpine Showgrounds. Travelling solo can be lonely, if the next park is full of couples or families who aren't social. But there were some friendly German tourists at Canungra Showgrounds, which is situated at the base of Tamborine Mountain.

    They were keen to make Australian friends (or British ones) and practice their English. Felt obliged to correct some of their Australian-isms; "Yeah, nah" not being a thing, or "marone".

    The Germans had a crack at playing the piano, we had breakfast, they persuaded me to go to church to repent of my vast array of sins (the vicar was British) and then we explored the mountain. Lots of fudge and tourist shops up there. Beautiful views. Which I forgot to take a photo of. Sorry. The highlight here was the Glow Worm Tour in specially made caves but wasn't allowed to take photos as it upsets the worms.

    Mullumbimby Showgrounds were not planned. We had stopped at the planned Showgrounds in Murwillumbah, but after listening to the wannabe Drill Sergeant caretaker going on and on about how he 'runs a tight ship' whilst stroking himself - out came the hand and a "Let me just stop you there." He was dismissed with a "Don't let me keep you."

    I have no time for middle aged misogynists when they're not my employer. Oh, hang on. Didn't have time for them, either.

    Off we trundled to Hosanna Farm Stay, where we had the ridge of the mountain to ourselves, a swimming dam, with chicks and piglets to stroke.

    Mullumbimby Showgrounds were lush and situated under a mountain, but the sites were ridiculously small for a showground. They'd fenced off just an acre out of the available 25, for campers. Could only get my awning half out due to the proximity of my neighbours, who snored loudly each night. I played a recording for the caretaker, as I was packing up and he asked how my stay was.

    The local Vietnamese had the spiciest Pho soup I've ever tasted, through my tears of pain. Not how pho should be.

    This area is the poor cousin of Byron Bay. Which is full of 'individuals' wearing exactly the same uniform of dungarees and cowboy hats. Loudly declaring how original they are.

    No, love.
    *sigh
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