This is what wakes us up:The stupid alarm clock went off 20 minutes early. Bbbbbbbbbrrrrrrringgggggg
Alright, the stupid bloke who set the alarm to get up to get the ferry to Hayman Island set the alarm wrong.
Sunday 22 August. 7amish
Slept in this morning. Woken by kitchen noises, we're sleeping above the "staff diner"
Monday 23 August 6:30 am
The pump. Our site that we paid nearly $50 per night for is right next to the pumping station which has a kick in it like a mule.
Every time a shower turns on somewhere in the camp, Thump-WHACK-Whack Whack.
Tuesday 24 August 5:30 am
Trains
Home Hill Comfort Stop is between the highway and the railway line. Just happens to be the shunting station where one train pull soff to let the other past. Huge long trains. The loco pulls and the clunck - clunck - clunk travels all down the train a carriage at a time.
Wednesday 25 August 6 am
A concrete truck. Saunders Beach. A lovely spot, right on the beach, a beautiful park, coconut palms. We're allowed camp in the car park at the end of the street next to the park. But two doors down someone is building their dream home, and where does the concrete truck turn around???
Thursday 26 August 2 am
The sprinkler.
That beautiful park I mentioned has sprinklers, pop up sprinklers. So every two minutes, brrrrrrruppp. A jet of water traces the length of the caravan. Fortunately they only lasted an hour or so and we got back to sleep after that.
Someone really ought to invent a sensor that turns the sprinklers off when it's already raining.
Saturday 28 August 6:30 am
Crows
Aaaaaah aaaaah aaaaaaaaaaaooooooooow.
Today. Monday 30 August 6:45 pm
I wish I was kidding.
400 km from Townsville, 400 km from Mt Isa. I don't know how many kilometres from the nearest airport.
5 caravans and 2 minivans huddled in the wind around a loo that doesn't flush beside the highway.
We went to bed wondering if the road trains would fly past in the morning. No road trains
We thought it was too barren for birds. No birds.
Sometimes the grey nomads pack up early, noisily clunking and banging. No nomads.
A REMOTE CONTROL AEROPLANE BUZZING OUR CARAVAN.
It's no wonder we go to bed early.
It's no wonder we're having a great time!
Haha - so you're morning people now!!
ReplyDeleteSounds like you're having a wonderful time - are you going through the Isa? I spent 8 years of my childhood there.
Great post - lovely to hear how it's going.
God bless
Renata:)