This Adventurous Age

Adventures travelling and working around Australia.


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2013 Travels September 5

THURSDAY SEPTEMBER 5   KINKA BEACH

After breakfast, set out to have a look around the area, having not been here before.

First stop was the bowls club at Emu Park, naturally. John couldn’t find anyone about the place, which made him cross, but did find a notice saying there was bowls on Friday mornings and on Sundays. Said he would go and play tomorrow. I thought to myself “this will make trying to go to lunch interesting!”

We drove around a marina area, part way back to Yeppoon, noting there was a seafood sales outlet there. Then continued on into Yeppoon, where I did yet more food shopping. The joys of a tiny fridge! I seemed to have spent so much time in supermarkets on this trip.

John checked out the Yeppoon Bowls Club while we were in the town. He was in a really nasty mood, so I told him I was not interested in doing any sightseeing with him, while he was like that. We returned to Bus. I emailed my friends, cancelling tomorrow’s lunch, which was obviously going to clash with John’s bowling and would be another source of aggro.

I was actually not feeling all that well – maybe stress. Spent most of the afternoon asleep

John had cold, leftover drumsticks and salad for tea. I passed.

Not one of our better days.


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2013 Travels September 4

WEDNESDAY SEPTEMBER 4     SARINA TO KINKA BEACH     340kms

Got away in good time in the morning…8am. It was another hot and very windy day.

We had rarely visited the Queensland coast south of Townsville, so there was some interest in the scenery as we drove. We had on a couple of occasions, overnighted in Rockhampton, but had never visited the nearby coastal settlements.

Turned off the highway north of Rockhampton, for Yeppoon. Refuelled at The Oaks, a hamlet before Yeppoon where it was easy to drive the Bus into. $1.559 cpl. Refuelling on the way into a place where we will be staying ensures a good start when next we leave.

Found our way through Yeppoon’s outskirts  and on to Kinka Beach, without too much drama. There were some intriguing glimpses of the coast between Yeppoon and Kinka Beach. Very attractive looking.

Our en-suite site at the Cool Waters Holiday Village was very comfortable, quite private, well grassed with attractive gardens. The en-suite was clean, large, very well set up. It even had a washing machine and provided an airing rack.

The park itself seemed huge. Part caravan park, part a type of motel and with one section that looked like it catered for school camps and the like. There was also a retirement unit section. The park was by the large Causeway Lake – that we’d crossed on a causeway on the way from Yeppoon. With a park-like section between the park and the lake it was going to be wonderful for dog exercise. There was also a lady living in one of the retirement units who would mind dogs, for a fee. Doggy day care…

The promised TV via cable worked well, so John was satisfied with that.

I decided this place was actually worth the eye-watering outlay.

After setting up, drove back into Yeppoon, found a supermarket and did some food shopping.

After lunch, went walking, exploring near the park. Followed a narrow foot track through tall grass, from the road to the beach. Only stayed there long enough for a quick look as I didn’t know if dogs were allowed here.

Outlook from Kinka Beach causeway

Then, I roasted some chicken drumsticks, with vegies, for tea.

I had been in touch with a couple of friends of mine who were full time travellers, who were staying “up the road” at Emu Park, and had arranged via email to meet up on Friday at a local tavern, for lunch and a good catch up on our respective travels. When I told John about this, he was not happy – not his sort of socializing, not his sort of people.


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2013 Travels September 3

TUESDAY SEPTEMBER 3     AIRLIE BEACH TO SARINA   265kms

We were a little slow this morning, getting packed up to go. We’d both agreed that the 500km or so, from here to Kinka Beach, was more than we wanted to do in a day, so decided to aim for Sarina for one night – irrespective of TV! So we could take our time getting going, leaving the park just before 10am.

A man from a couple of sites along came up to me, as we were finalizing things, and said he’d identified me from a travel forum we both followed. We had a quick chat. He said they were going to Sarina tonight, too, and that we should get together at happy hour for a proper chat.

It was another hot driving day, with a strong and gusty wind that occasionally “caught” Bus. John had to stay very alert. Most of the drive was through interesting farming country, always with the backdrop of the Dividing Range. From Airlie Beach it was some 35kms to rejoin the Bruce Highway at Prosperpine.

Suburban Airlie Beach. Back in ’98, this was a winding narrow road through wooded hillsides…

A little further south we passed the turn off to Midge Point. I remembered our stay there, in late 2002, when the midges were certainly out in force.

Refuelled at the hamlet of Kuttabul. Just a tiny place, but where refuelling might be easier than in Mackay, further ahead. $1.589 cpl.

Loved the sign…

Found our way through Mackay with no dramas, but decided that a ring road was sorely needed to the west! It felt like we were going out of our way, on the highway, into the town and then out again.

We had stayed in this area back in 2002, whilst waiting for our mango harvest work, back at Giru, to begin, so felt no need to prop and explore further this time. Sarina was to be purely an overnight rest stop.

South of Mackay we passed the turn off to the large Hay Point coal export terminal area that services some of the coal mines of the hinterland around Clermont.

Booked into the Sarina Palms Caravan Park. It was very full, but we were given a site that was long enough for us to keep the car hitched on the back. We paid $30 for the powered site. The park was very clean and tidy. However, the lady who booked us in was very abrupt, unpleasantly so, to the point where I would think twice about going back there. By contrast, the man (her husband?) who showed us onto the site, was really pleasant and helpful. Maybe he felt the need to compensate?

Sarina site

The park was not far from a large sugar mill and ethanol manufacture plant. We could clearly hear the clankings of the trains coming into the mill and the rumblings from the plant. But these were not too loud and, in a perverse way, I enjoyed the idea of still being connected to sugar cane country.

After our minimal set up, which does not take long in Bus, took Couey for a walk around the park. There were life sized concrete models of animals in the gardens – elephant, rhinoceros, and so on. Why? Maybe someone had a hankering to go on safari. Really quite incongruous. Couey didn’t even seem to notice them. Didn’t see my travel forum acquaintance anywhere and wondered if there was another caravan park in Sarina? At least that saved John from having to be sociable with strangers.

Continued our walk up the street from the park, towards the sugar mill, to have a closer look at that. There were some lovely old Queenslander style houses along the street.

A somewhat different Queenslander style

Tea was a quickly prepared meal of pasta with my tuna, caper and olive sauce.


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2013 Travels September 2

MONDAY SEPTEMBER 2     AIRLIE BEACH

Today was to be “my” day, after John’s of bowls yesterday.

We had decided our next stop would be somewhere around Yeppoon, an area that was new to us. John was still mumbling and grumbling about TV and internet. With football finals happening, he was going to be very TV focussed. I finally got fed up with the criticism and told him to organise the next place we would stay at, and see if he could do better. He rang a park that looked good in the literature, and very gruffly interrogated them about their internet and TV. He didn’t query whether they took dogs, or had a site the Bus would fit onto – those were my priorities, not his! I wasn’t surprised when the park person basically told him to get lost!

He then phoned a park at Kinka Beach, and adopted a more pleasant tone with them. He was told he’d have to use a cable to connect TV there, too, but that the reception would be good. So he booked for six nights – all they could fit him in for, and on an en-suite site.  He was happy because that would get him through the weekend, with its football – and maybe some bowls! After prompting, he did check that they took dogs. After hanging up he told me the site would cost $58 a night! We had never, ever, paid that much for a site! I was just glad it was him that made the arrangements. If I’d booked somewhere at that price, I’d never have heard the end of it.

I wanted to do some exploring today.

We parked the Terios behind the Airlie shops, then went walking in the very attractive parkland between the shops and the beach. It was not easy, though, to work out where we were allowed to walk, with the dog along. The signage was confusing, yet again. What is it with this place? A path where it was permitted to walk with dog, would suddenly turn into a no-dog zone, with no alternate paths and no choice but to do an about turn and go back they way we’d come.

Foreshore at Airlie Beach

I’m sure we transgressed the rules a couple of times, without meaning to, but we managed to walk a couple of kms.

Missing the beach?

It seemed the beach area had changed since we were last here, and now was more rock and pebble areas than decent sandy beaches.

The harbour had certainly changed with the creation of marinas. In the cruise season, now, lots of cruise ships anchor off Airlie and visitors are brought in by small boat. Thus the shops have become even more geared to feeding visitors and extracting much in the way of souvenir dollars. Now, all the “proper” shops are out at Cannonvale, it seemed. We were not interested in the predictable tourist tat, though John did buy himself an ice cream.

Back to Bus for lunch, then drove the other way, out to Shute Harbour, site of another marina and base for all the tour boats that ply the Whitsunday waters in these parts. Again, this area had changed, with more houses having sprouted on the hillsides.

Houses on the hills at Shute Harbour

The scenery out at Shute Harbour was to die for. Azure sea, lush greenery, islands and bays all over.

Views to envy…

We cruised around the very hilly little streets of Shute Harbour, envying some of the perched hillside houses their views.

From a lookout, watched the activity in the harbour, for a little while.

Shute Harbour
The magic of the Whitsundays…

Back through Airlie Beach to the supermarket at Cannonvale, for a bit of a food stock up, and so to the Bus. Tea was salads and sliced cold deli meats.

It had been interesting, and pleasant enough, to return to Airlie Beach, but we agreed we wouldn’t come back here again. Absolutely beautiful coast, but just too developed in an unattractive way, for us.


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2013 Travels September 1

SUNDAY SEPTEMBER 1     AIRLIE BEACH

Today was the first day of spring. Somehow, that fact did not seem so noteworthy up in these parts, where the sun was shining and the weather hot.

It was also Fathers Day. John received an email and text from one of his offspring and one of mine. Nothing from the other two.

When I got up, about 7.30am, the Britz vehicle had gone from near us. From the two little piles of used toilet paper that had been left on the grass by where it had been, I deduced that they had not been legal campers. I did not inspect more closely! The amenities block had coded entry access, so they obviously had not been able to get in there.

In the three days we were at this park, I did not once see any park staff check to see if we had a sticker. Not much point in issuing them, it seemed to me. It also seemed that the word was being passed around some of the backpacker fraternity, that they could sneak into this place at night.

John went off quite early to play bowls and came home with $15 for winning the day, so he was happy. As a Fathers Day event, lunch had been provided, so I planned on only having soup and biscuits for tea.

I sat round, read, took Couey on several short walks, did some stuff on the computer.


Our site was compact, but private

There were definitely sandflies around. Rid was needed. I still had a scabbed sore on the front of one ankle, from a bite of some kind at Forrest Beach. It kept being itchy and was not healing much. I didn’t need any more of those.

John’s happy mood only lasted until he had to fiddle about with the TV again. There are too many hills around Airlie Beach for normal aerials to work, it seems, hence the need to hook into the park’s system. It was not an easy exercise in Bus. The TV set lives at the back, where the only opening windows had fixed mesh screens. as did the opening roof hatches. Hence the need for the cable to feed in through one of the front side windows, and be run down the length of Bus, trying to keep it to where dog and I won’t get tangled up in it. Or where it wouldn’t fall down from where John had precariously hooked it up, into the dinner cooking on the stove! It needed to be a very long cable, too. Even with it, the picture wasn’t great, and choice of channels very limited.

A pleasant sitting area. TV box on wall, with cable hooking over to Bus

We might need to investigate whether we can get a plug in point for such systems, fitted on the outside of Bus, before the next trip?


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2013 Travels August 31

SATURDAY AUGUST 31     TOWNSVILLE TO AIRLIE BEACH     290kms

Pulled out of the Black River Stadium camp just before 9am.

Both the GPS and I managed to miss the turn off onto the Townsville Ring Road, so we had to find a place on the highway to do a U-ey, in Saturday morning traffic. Driver was not happy. I reckoned the signage, coming from the north, had not been clear – that was my excuse, anyway. For the GPS there was no excuse!

We refuelled at the very convenient Woolworths servo at the big roundabout. $1.529 cpl. Found the way out again, first try, this time.

It was a hot day, making travel uncomfortable.

There were roadworks at regular intervals south of Townsville, and we spent a lot of time waiting in traffic queues. Seemed we hardly got up to speed after each stop, before we were pulled up again.

Will Bruce Highway roadworks ever be finished?

Unfortunately, these hold-ups started virtually on the Townsville outskirts, coinciding with the Driver’s urgent needs for “comfort” stops, every ten minutes or so, for the first hour or thereabouts of travel. The usual pull ups beside the road so he could exit Bus were not possible in the lines of traffic. So, while we were stopped, and the matter was becoming urgent, I went back to the kitchen area  and found an empty plastic jar – with lid! Served the purpose…. Being higher than the surrounding traffic had more than one benefit…

The section between Townsville and Ayr was definitely the worst for roadworks that we had encountered on the Bruce.

Passed the NAP mango packing shed at Giru, where we’d worked for six weeks, back in 2002, me packing mangoes and John on the sorting tables. We used to drive out every day from the caravan park in Ayr, so that section of road was familiar.

Crossed the Burdekin River on the dramatic steel girdered bridge. Looking at the small stream below, it was hard to credit that this bridge has at times been inundated by the river.

Unusual bridge structure across the Burdekin River
On the Burdekin bridge

The Inkerman Sugar Mill was just south of the river. I looked at sugar mills differently since our sojourns at Forrest Beach. Inkerman was dull, compared to the Victoria Mill complex.

Stopped at the Guthalungra Rest Area for a leg stretch and a little walk around for Couey. This was a pleasant, well set up U shaped road beside the highway, with toilets. There were several rigs there that looked as if they were already set up for the coming night – and it wasn’t even lunch time. I reckon it might have become pretty crowded later.

Now that he was feeling a bit better, John had, this morning, agreed that we could continue along the coast, and slow down a bit, rather than take the faster inland way home from Townsville. I suggested that we stay at Airlie Beach, which we hadn’t visited since 1998, and which we’d really liked then. I was able to phone and book into the park we’d stayed at then.

We turned off the highway before Proserpine, and took a pleasant short cut, on back roads, through to the Airlie Beach road.

The back way to Airlie Beach

We couldn’t believe how much the town and surrounding area had changed in the intervening years. In 1998, Airlie Beach was a busy little backpackers’ mecca, but still more village than anything else. Now sprawling suburbia had spread back out through Cannonvale and towards Proserpine. In Cannonvale, we passed a shopping complex and a Bunnings – always an ominous sign of development, as was the multi-lane road.

There used to be a spot on the road into Airlie Beach where one crested a rise and the superb vista of the sea and islands suddenly appeared – it was a real “wow” spot. That had gone now, with changed roads and harbour redevelopment – a pity.

Airlie Beach itself was now dominated by multi-storied buildings that spread up the once-wooded hillsides. The backpackers were still evident, and tourists, just lots and lots more of them.

Roadworks were happening, to change the centre of the town and, combined with re-routing due to a fun run, the jumble of signs and barriers was really confusing. There was traffic going every which way. We missed the detour we should have taken, and finished up driving along a very narrow road through the shops area and, I suspected from the strange looks we received, going the wrong way along a one-way stretch.

Our chosen park – the Airlie Cove Tourist Park – was through the town centre, on the road to Shute Harbour. The park was now more developed and up-market, but still with lots of lovely lush, green gardens and trees. We were allocated a very private, pleasant en-suite site, towards the back of the park, for $46.80  a night, after Big 4 discount. Tourism had definitely moved Airlie Beach prices into the big league!

We were given a sticker to put on the rig, to show we “belonged”. The receptionist said they had problems with backpackers sneaking in and staying without paying. I wondered why they hadn’t just installed some sort of boom gate like some other parks have.

I’d committed the cardinal sin – yet again – when phoning ahead to book, of neglecting to ask whether there was good TV reception and internet. In the dog house again… kind of literally! John was offered a cable to connect us to a TV signal. When we were set up, the cable had to come inside through one of the front windows – along with assorted insects, mostly of the biting variety.

After setting up, took the car and did a brief food shop, because the driver had decided he wanted home made hamburgers for tea. He also checked out the bowls club and arranged to play tomorrow.

Just after dark, I took Couey for a walk along the internal road inside the park perimeter – on her lead, of course. I noticed a Britz hire van parked a little way along the road opposite us, where there were some grassed unpowered sites. As we came back, there was a couple using the nearby camp kitchen – sounded like it was German they were speaking. I assumed they were from the unpowered site and thought no more about it.


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2013 Travels August 30

FRIDAY AUGUST 30     FLYING FISH POINT TO TOWNSVILLE     265kms

We were up early, as it was moving on day. However, a major change of plans ensued.

John had worried, through the night, about the way his lungs felt, and by morning was feeling really insecure about going further north. He wanted to point towards home, and cover some distance, just in case there really was something amiss. It was probably one of the occasional anxiety attacks he’d always been prone to, but with the health issues of the past three years he needed to be humoured.

I phoned the caravan park in Cairns to cancel our booking. They were very understanding.

This meant we would also miss staying at Paronella Park, where I’d intended we would stay, on our eventual way south again. Another place we had never visited. Drat.

The drive southwards was uneventful – unless one counts the seemingly permanent roadworks on the Bruce Highway. The day was hot. I wondered if it was possible to have air-con retro fitted to a slightly elderly Coaster, for when we were driving in the heat? Must investigate that.

Going south again

John decided he’d feel happier if we reached Townsville today, which we did in good time.

There were not many options for travellers with dogs around Townsville, so I thought we’d try the Black River Stadium, to the north of the city. I had read favourable reports of it as a stopping place. We obtained a powered site in their pet section, for which we paid $25.

 The place’s origins as a horse/rodeo grounds establishment were evidenced by the buildings and yards about the site, but it seemed to no longer be used for horse sports. The amenities were in Atco structures, but were clean and tidy. There was a very large and comfortable camp kitchen and sitting area.

Black Water Stadium

I liked the large, fenced, dog run – great idea.

The caretakers and other guests were really friendly. Some were there for dog trials in Townsville over the weekend. We went across to a happy hour get-together – a pleasant gathering. Assorted dogs came too, and there was much “doggy” talk. It was not far from our bus, near the caretakers’ rig, so we left Couey tethered to the bus. She could still see us so was content to lie under the shade of the awning and watch.

I cooked John fish and fries for tea. I had a few fries, and an egg. I was not feeling very hungry – not sure whether that was due to travel in the heat, or yesterday’s dodgy quiche!

Now that we’d started moving southwards, and perhaps because we were now near a major regional city, John thought he was not feeling any worse, and might even be feeling somewhat better.


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2013 Travels August 29

THURSDAY AUGUST 29     FLYING FISH POINT

I was up at 7am and in the laundry when it opened at 7.30. Washed two loads. There was some cloud about, but I convinced myself that it was more likely to stay fine than rain.

We drove into Innisfail, then took a back road past/through the Eubenangee Swamp National Park. This was a small park, seemingly around where a small creek crossed the road, The surrounding area was a mix of farmland and scrub. We have found, before, that sometimes in Qld, it is hard to discern why an area was declared a National Park. There seems to be a lot of these small, unpublicized reserves around the State.

Turned off on the road to Bramston Beach. We’d known people who had camped there, several years ago. I was rather expecting something like the unwelcoming Etty Bay, but this was a bigger village than I’d thought.

As we neared the end of the road, at the beach, what looked at first to be well patronized free camp area turned out to be an unpowered Council campground. Its location, right beside the beach, was brilliant, but the place itself looked quite grotty.

Turned along the road that ran parallel to the coast, with houses each side, and came eventually to the Plantation Caravan Park. That looked interesting. It was originally a coconut plantation, then a caravan park owned by show biz and TV personalities Bob and Dolly Dyer. Sadly, now, there was a sale board out the front seeking tenders for purchase and/or a resort development.We drove into the park a little way. The place looked very unloved, but there were a few vans there. The location, with beach frontage, was wonderful.

Bramston Beach

Found a walking track that led to the beach and went for a wander. Gave dog a run on the deserted beach.

Looking north, Bramston Beach

So Bramston Beach was a very attractive area; it was just a pity about the limited accommodation options.

Retraced our way in for some kms, then onto the Bruce Highway at the hamlet of Mirriwinni and north to Babinda, in order to visit the Babinda Boulders, which we hadn’t seen before.

The drive there was really scenic, looking towards Mt Bartle Frere  (Qld’s highest mountain) as we approached the base of the range. There was some cloud over the summit.

Towards Mt Bartle Frere

Babinda Boulders is an area where large granite boulders occur where the Babinda Creek flows through a gorge. The jumble of hug rocks has created large pools interspersed with fast flowing water. At this time of year, the pools were calm, but a number of drownings have occurred here, as they can be treacherous after rains. Right now, the swimming area in the creek looked very tempting.

Babinda Creek

The whole Boulders area was very attractive, with a Day Visitor area, and a separate National Park campground.

Babinda Boulders swimming area

We could not stay here long. I hadn’t realized the area was a National Park, and we had the dog in the car, where she had to stay – with it parked in a shady spot – while we quickly explored.

We managed the 750 metre walk to the Gorge lookout. This was a paved track, but had some small areas of ups and downs. It was easy going for me, but John found it hard, which was a measure of how much his health and fitness and deteriorated in recent years.

The creek and the gorge were beautiful, so green and lush, plenty of contrasts.

I was so pleased to have finally seen this place.

On our way out, had a quick drive through the campground, where we spotted a couple of bush thick knees – curlews – trying to look invisible.

Bush thick knee

In our pre-dog, caravanning days, this was a campground that would have tempted us to stay.

In Babinda, visited a bakery to get some lunch. John bought a beef and pepper pie. As it was close to their closing time and the options for filled rolls – any rolls – were non-existent, I bought a vegetarian quiche.

A quick drive took us to the sports park, where we ate under shade there. My quiche was very runny in the middle, seemingly undercooked, which made me uneasy about finishing it.

Couey was rewarded for having been good and quiet in the car whilst we’d been walking, by having an extended ball fetch session at the park.

Then it was back to Bus, via the Bruce Highway, after a great day out.

My washing was dry, too, to make the day almost perfect.

John mentioned that, after the walk and the humidity at the Boulders, his lungs felt really “tight”. This was not a good sign.

I poached some chicken thighs to go with our pineapple salad, coleslaw  and Greek salad.


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2013 Travels August 28

WEDNESDAY 28 AUGUST     FLYING FISH POINT

Today was grey and cloudy to begin, with light showers.

I should have done the washing today, but thought it wouldn’t get dry. Anyway, John had decreed we should have a drive/sightsee day, and I enjoy that much more than washing.

We drove into Innisfail. During our sojourns of the past few weeks, the federal election date had been confirmed as September 7. It seemed wise to try to vote early, rather than leave it till the day and hope that wherever we were could handle interstate voters. I’d previously checked out early voting on the internet and found there was a centre in town. So we drove there – and found it was the wrong place. The AEC stuffs it up, yet again. We were redirected to the Court House. Right in the centre of town, limited parking. A really logical place to have a pre-poll centre for people who are from out of town – not!

Anyway, did our civic duty. The poll officials were pleasant and efficient. The Senate ballot paper was so huge, these days, with so many ridiculous individuals and small groups putting up candidates. This lunatic fringe really perverts the way the system should work. In my view, either the deposit required from candidates should be raised to a significant amount – say $25,000 – or the percentage of first preferences received in order for the deposit refund should be raised from the current 4% to something like 10%. That might deter the distraction element.

We were then aiming for Mourilyan Harbour, but my navigational abilities came to grief where there was a newish flyover highway section, and we reached Wongan before I realized we were on the Japoonvale road, heading inland. Had to back track, and eventually got to Mourilyan Harbour – a sheltered bay and large estuary, where the Moresby River reaches the sea.

Sheltered moorings in Mourilyan Harbour

The inlet was much larger than I’d been expecting, and very picturesque. It looked as though there would be good fishing in its waters.

Looking up the inlet that is the Moresby River

There was a ship in, loading sugar, but it was a much lower-key operation than I had expected. It did appear that there once was a narrow gauge railway going out there, but this was overgrown, so we guessed the sugar now came to the Harbour by road. The entrance to the harbor looked quite narrow. There didn’t seem to be much room for error for a ship coming in and having to turn around to dock at the  sugar loading facility.

Loading sugar

There was a large damaged catamaran yacht up on dry ground. It appeared to have been pushed side-on onto rocks – there were significant holes in the side. It did not look to have happened recently, so we speculated  it was maybe a cyclone casualty. There had been a couple of large cyclones cross the coast in these parts in recent years, most recently Cyclone Yasi in 2011.

Oops…

It seemed surprising that the damaged boat had just been left there. I would have thought that there would be some onus on the owners, or their insurance company, to remove it whilst it was still in once piece? But our ignorance of matters nautical is total, so maybe it is accepted practice to just leave wrecks?

Next destination was the nearby Etty Bay, a place that travel friends had recommended to us, years ago, as being a great place to camp. The road in was hilly and it was a very pretty drive. But there was a sign by the road, on the way down to the settlement, saying No Dogs. So we turned around before even getting to the bottom of the hill and the beach. This was not a place that would receive our patronage, or recommendation, ever.

Back to Innisfail. John wanted a Subway lunch, so I went in to buy those for us. The serving girl was not at all tuned to me. She only had eyes – and, unfortunately, ears – for a friend who was chatting to her, and the good-looking young man behind me in the queue. She totally ignored the second part of my order, which was my sub. Absolutely rubbish service. So I went and bought myself a roll from the bakery over the road. Even that wasn’t nice. I was feeling hard done by, but John enjoyed his sub.

We bought some fruit and vegies at one of the stalls along the Esplanade.

Drove out to Coquette Point, on the southern side of the Johnstone River mouth. It was a pretty drive out there, but not the great views I’d hoped for, at the end of the road.

On the way back, through Innisfail, we got in some ball chasing for Couey, in a nice big park. Her exercise had been pretty limited over the past few days.

Tea was ham steaks, with pineapple and zucchini.

John pointed out that that he had no more clean undies. I really must wash tomorrow!


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2013 Travels August 27

TUESDAY 27 AUGUST     FLYING FISH POINT

Today was another routine, quiet sort of day. John was just resting his leg.

There were occasional showers through the day, and a pleasant, coolish breeze, so it was comfortable to sit outside. I did wonder if we’d wandered into a really early start to the Wet season, or if this was normal weather at this time of year, up here.

Flying Fish Point and Innisfail (Zoom)

I’d had several recent attempts to download library e-books onto my e-reader, with frustrating lack of success. John spent some time fiddling about on my laptop, and figured out how to do it. Seemed that some of the programs needed had been uninstalled – had to have been done by our “helpful” Telstra guy. I do like it when these technological hiccups turn out not to be something I am doing wrong! So, I now had abundant reading matter again.

John played his WOW game for several hours, sitting at the table, ignoring the fact that he was supposed to be keeping his leg up.

We did walk as far as the cafe/takeaway shop at the point, with the dog. Later, John drove up there for our tea: fish and chips for him, squid and chips for me. It was adequate – neither the best nor the worst we’d had in recent times.