A guy double parked to tell us that he had the same van, three years old and said it has held together nicely and increased in value. He wanted to see if there had been upgrades and there had. Bigger wheels, something else inside.
We arrived at the caravan park in Clermont at 10 past 12. The sign on the office said closed for lunch between 12 and 1. Gates were locked. Sat the three of us in the shade outside the office in the heat while the own looked at us from an upstairs balcony while he smoked two cigarettes and said nothing. We waited another 20 minutes and thought, screw this, lets get to Charters. They have a pool and I bet a much friendlier welcome. (They did)
Long haul up the Gregory Development Rd was okay but scarily narrow when being overtaken by road trains. One eye in the left door mirror for the closest can get to the edge of the tar with the other in the fender right mirror for crashing disaster if the vehicles and carriages touch while backing off on speed to let the bastard past. Manage to anticipate and improving a pull over into layover or parking spots to let them past, getting some friendly thanks over the CB CH 40.
Arrived latest so far, on dusk, at Charters and found a spot we had to back into near a bunch of tented cricket teams, who while drinking enthusiastically managed to stay decorous despite some colourful language and actually went to bed early. Day Ten will be a rest day, as after eleven hours on the road yesterday, needs a break. Oh and the phones are back on an hour before we arrived in Charters. This outage was massive and unprecedented.
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