Going to bed with rain and waking up with more is no fun, even if the location is stunning (who cares about facilities).
So we opened the iPad, inquired BOM (bureau of meteorology) and worked out that as long as we would go West the weather should improve. Now, 270 km more west, on the other side of the dividing range it is still rainy and we have lost the confidence in the BOM. We were first going to stop at a powered campsite with warm showers near Inglewood but when we arrived we saw some neatly arranged campervans and caravans close to the highway and the rail line and thought “no”. The next option is Goondiwindi, a favourite place of Marjo but too far west. The rain brought us here and after more probing I found out that the name was the major part of the attraction.
It doesn’t seem much of a place and the camping is not much different from the one in Inglewood sans railway line. We are all neatly camped side by side and everyone of the habitants is inside their caravan or camper watching television with the airco/heater on. We seem to be the only two sitting outside. The rain and cold plus a lack of airco and television could have something to do with it too. The awning keeps us dry and clothes keep us warm, not more we need. The only attraction to this place is the hot shower, we will have two, one just finished, the other tomorrow morning before we will leave for a bush setting. We both prefer the nature above the facilities. Not that we have to complain: we have power, water (fresh, hot and grey), gas, toilet, king bed and watch tv series on our iPads when it is too wet to play with fire. We cold even have a shower but never do as it consumes too much water. Also it makes the toilet wet and no one likes to sit on a wet toilet, at least we don’t.
Dotti is much better now. She eats her meals, drinks well and sleeps a lot. It is hard to know if she is taking advantage of the attention because every night she sits in front of the door and wags her kangaroo strength tail (which sounds like beating of a drum on the bus floor) and we get up (Marjo more than I) to let her go outside to do what she needs to do but I think we will play blind and deaf tonight. Glad she doesn’t read this blog.
So now at close to 8 pm we are sitting outside looking at another massive caravan at silent satellite television meanwhile drinking coffee and blogging (me), and emailing (Marjo) while the dogs lie on their beds (Dotti outside and Nossi inside). We have worked out where we will be going tomorrow.
The weather has not worked very well for photos so apologies for a somewhat bleak post.
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