Sunday 21st August
On the way out of Tannum Sands we noticed that the Big Whale is dead. Fear not tree hugging members of the land rights for gay whales brigade it was a big whale as in part of the Australian big series (big prawn, big banana, big pineapple etc.). Another part of our culture gone :-(A quick tour of Emu Park on our way back to the main road.
Editors note: Not an emu park. The town of Emu Park.
The main attraction in town: The Singing Ship.
It's actually really just a very big wind chime. Shame they didn't call it the Big Windchime really. It would have evened the balance after losing the Big Whale.
After all the road signs proclaiming how far it is/was to Rockhampton it was a bit anti-climatic and we drove on through. If we had more of an interest in cows we probably would have stopped. Rocky seems to have a fascination with cows and on the route we took through town we passed seven cow statues. Including the last one that just said “goodbye from Rockhampton”. Don't think any of the statues were called the Big Cow though, probably would have caused too many marital problems.
Arriving in Gladstone it was looking a lot like another drive by tour. The approach to the town is very industrial, including a massive Rio Tinto aluminium smelter (aluminum for our US readers).
Luckily, given it was lunchtime, we found a nice little spot by the Marina and stopped for sandwiches.
Despite arriving in Tannum Sands around 2'ish we managed to get the last powered site in the park, and that was tucked up against the storage shed!
Mind you the view to the other side was a bit more pleasant.
Taking advantage of the location we set off for a walk along the boardwalk/esplanade. We couldn't work out why the esplanade walk didn't run right along the beach to take in the views. Until we came to a bit where it did and we were nearly blown off our feet.
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| At least the kite surfers were enjoying the wind |
As we walked past the picnic areas, crowded with people taking advantage of a Sunday afternoon we realised that that will be us soon. Back at work and only getting out on weekends. If I knew what the emoticon for crying hysterically was I would insert it here. Will have to settle for sad face :-(
Settling in back at the van we discovered – NO internet reception. Bugga. So after tea we settled in to watch George Clooney in The American. George, George, George, what a disappointment. Quite possibly the most boring movie I have ever watched. Don't know how they managed to make it so bad, it had: George Clooney; magnificent Italian scenery; George Clooney (Di made me put George in twice); chase scenes; fight scenes; nudity. Still boring. Very "arty" though.
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| Tannum Sands Beach - river entrance |
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