Rest of the day spent driving 460k to Carnarvon in temps of 45 degrees, loads of road trains, masses of flies, flocks of budgerigars, lots of birds of prey and way too much road kill, with a couple of tea stops along the way, one of which was at what we thought was a town called Wooramel as it was signposted forever, and then we arrived........ Not exactly a town, more a Petrol Station, Cafe, Camp Site and Tourist gift shop......... as can be seen from photo, we were the only visitors but managed somehow bring a little cheer to the residents by means of purchasing some home made biscuits and coffee, whilst complementing them on having the most modern 'iPad' style till I have ever seen.
Meanwhile in Carnarvon we discover the 24 page holiday advertising pamphlet we have picked up is basically 12 pages of adverts and 12 pages of bumf for attractions that are closed, so decide on shopping for a new memory foam comfort pillow in order that Nurse Jules does not get disturbed tonight. However we get invited to the camp Beef in Gravy roll dinner and meet and talk to our fellow campers, all of who are Australian and carry base ball bats, machetes and chain saws in their vans....... They explain to me that they have never had any trouble whilst travelling........... BUT more importantly, now picture the scene, a table of 8 persons, all talking loudly, all drinking alcohol except for one, in possibly 31 degrees, the day turning to dusk, dusk turning to night, the food being devoured with relish, no tea making facilities, no means to purchase a drink as its bring your own, when I suddenly saw a hand reach out and grab my beer...... Now had it been Mr Neanderthal a fight would have commenced but NO it was Nurse Jules hand around the can and lips that began to swig from my can........ Two swigs later as I assist her home she says 'Cann ve buy a Shain Saw toomorwo'............
The only punters in Town
Road Train
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