Drive: 323km;
Total towed: 9232km; Grand total: 10 394km
5 – 25 deg C
It was a fresher than expected start to the day with quite a lot of fog on the road. It soon cleared though and the temperatures sky-rocketed!
We were on the road earlier than usual, just after 7:30am as we (read Greg) were really itching to get home now that we were so close. And no, we didn't encounter any wayward kangaroos or any other animal trying to commit suicide with/on our truck or van. The road had not improved overnight so it was a slow first 40km odd. It then got a lot better and then a little worse.
Our only stop today was at Wondai for a brew and a walk around the markets (you just never know what you may find!). Greg had a steak and kidney pie and Wendy had a vanilla slice. Whilst the slice was not the best in that the pastry was very tough, it was quite tasty. Greg's pie did not have much kidney. The coffee was quite ordinary as well, but it was hot, well warm'ish anyway. We had a wander through the markets and Wendy could not help buying a pair of earrings - one side is a Big Mac and the other a serve of large fries. She always tries to wear something different at her pharmacy conference so hopefully these will provoke some earnest conversations.
We arrived home (our real home) just after 12:30pm to a good-looking yard. Our neighbours and good friends, Terry and Leandra, had done a really good job of looking after the place. The irrigation had failed in the last week or so, and upon investigation by Greg was easily fixed by simply plugging the pump at the dam back into the power; a critter had obviously tripped over it and unplugged it. Or, perhaps, it was a human with ill intent? No real damage done, so that was good.
Then began the task of unpacking the van. It took the best part of the afternoon to get the food and clothes out. Cleaning comes later.
Being a Saturday, it was pub night. Instead of going to Torbo we all (G&Y and M&S) went to Burrum Heads as we knew Torbo would have been packed - there was a rodeo at the Torbanlea Racetrack. Burrum Heads pub was pretty packed as well however, we got in pretty early so were not concerned. Wendy had a steak to make up for her disappointment at Nindigully, and Greg had a chicken caesar salad complete with those stinky little fishes. A good night was had by all and we were home by 8pm and in bed not long after.
And, so ends another trip in the caravan.
