Leaving Fraser

Leaving Fraser

The tide wasn't cooperating on departure day - so we would have to take the inland track. We woke up and started packing.

Unfortunately - it seems that the phone that Cyp had loaned dad has gone missing. We tried to figure out where it could have gone, but it didn't seem to be anywhere. We fear that Rowan may have put it into the swinging lid garbage can and we threw it out. That was the best we could do for an explanation anyway.

This put a damper on our moods and the drive back to the barge was a tad gloomy. It was during the drive that Cyp realized that the cables that he uses to charge the GPS and the phone were also missing. Weird - but we figured we had just packed them somewhere.

We could drive along the beach part of the way, but then we had to take the high tide track - it was truly awful. NIgel, the manager from where we stayed said he goes along it at 80km - we managed 20km. He gets a new truck every two years. Hmm. wonder why.

The drive onto the barge and off again was fairly anticlimactic. I guess dad knows how to drive on the beach now as I don't think he found it too stressful. We headed back to town and swapped our cars around, ate a quick lunch in the playground and then were on our way again.

We then drove all day. The town of 1770 (our next stop) was further than we thought. We stopped in Bundaberg (where they make rum and ginger beer) to stock up on supplies and had dinner at Red Rooster. It wasn't bad, but I was horrified by the gravy that came in a #5 plastic container which we just had to throw away. Got me thinking about all the containers that get thrown away like that at Red Rooster every day - which got me to thinking - oh well, I guess it's like throwing away a diaper and then I got really depressed. I mustn't eat at fast food places.

Rowan then screamed for the final hour and a half of our trip. I finally resorted to palying Hello Everybodee over and over again. Then when he got tired of that. Open and Shut them. Like Ellis, he is particular about what songs he wants to hear.

We got to the Town of 1770 (population of 53) and discovered that mom had done good in finding a place. We are staying in the beach shacks. They are built up a hill and you each get your own shack - kinda Thai style with big beams open verandahs that look out onto yhe ocean. We had late happy hour and then crashed.