Friday 26th August
The rain unfortunately continued for most of the day. Awkward, intermittent rain too. Not enough to leave the wipers on, sometimes too much for intermittent wipers but not enough to turn them off.
The road is also not the best we have travelled on, in fact it's terrible. Not to mention we are hitting some of the worst caravan traffic for the whole trip.
Editors note: I wonder if it really was so bad or if we are just starting to really get into a mindset of “it's nearly over”.
Editors note note: OK I've thought it over. We are starting to really get into a mindset of of “it's nearly over” but the road was bad and the caravans were worse.
A bit of levity as we pass a local pub and the sign outside reads: Husband day care facility.
After a brief morning tea stop on the road we pass through the town of Bundaberg. Apparently not just the home of Bundy rum but also the home of Bert Hinkler.
Editors note: You know Bert Hinkler.
If you check Wikipedia (not Wikileaks) you will see that: Herbert John Louis Hinkler AFC DSM (8 December 1892 – 7 January 1933), better known as Bert Hinkler, was a pioneer Australian aviator (dubbed "Australian Lone Eagle”) and inventor. He designed and built early aircraft before being the first person to fly solo from England to Australia, and the first person to fly solo across the Southern Atlantic Ocean.
There you go – never mind your Charles Kingsford Smith, let's hear it for Bert.
Still raining when we arrive in Tewantin (which by the way, we still do not know how to pronounce. Despite my Mum telling me on numerous occasions).
Again got one of the last sites but at least time it is a proper site. Right beside a little creek which by morning has become a raging torrent. Starting to hope that MM is amphibious.
On the other hand the rain is nearly a God send. To put out the fire.
Proof readers note: exaggerating again Steve.
Editors note: I'm writing the story, I'll tell it my way.
Anyway, while cooking the new house speciality, fried rice, we both noticed a non rice like smell. More like, melting plastic. Moving the fry pan to one side we then notice the smoke pouring out of the power board.
Lesson for today: There may be some quality deficiencies in $2 power boards from cheap shops in country towns.
Anyway, once we got the, acrid, smell of burning plastic out of the van the fried rice was very pleasant.
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