Long day in the
saddle, 470km from Airlie beach to Rockhampton, mostly because there’s not much
in between. After wending our way down and past the outskirts of Mackay, avoiding the 3 car pile up, we stopped on the side of the road in Koumala for a cup of tea. Much later, we strayed into Marlborough looking for the van park, found the pub
instead and had a counter lunch. Found the van park on the way out chose to
keep driving, only 102km more to Rocky.
Van park in Rocky is
just down the road from my Alma Mater, now called Central Queensland University,
as opposed to University of Central Queensland (they must have nought to do, probably the result of a University Study leading to a PhD in Signology, I'd love to read the thesis, although its probably not called that) or
the original title of Capricornia Institute of Technology. Now I think by now
that I can claim to have been in a few van parks, but this one takes the cake.
The driveway up between the cabins and vans must be all of 3m wide, the sites
themselves are wide enough, except my van tracks are all of 400mm from next
door’s car tracks, not to mention the odd tree. When will they understand that
people who have been careening down the highway for 6 hours just struggle to
cope with these stupid van sites? Anyhow, after scraping the next door blokes’
car’s mirror and growling at Judith, we somehow managed to get the thing sort
of where it was supposed to be. Too bad, I unhitched and we went for a well-deserved
coffee and completely unwholesome cake.
