The days become a bit of a blur. Must be the alcohol.
To be honest, we have been very modest with alcohol. One drink a night and not even every time.
Our memory still works though and we can remember the trucks and sugar and coal trains passing by the camping very well. Don’t these people sleep?
Although a nice camping, we love our nights rest. It didn’t bother us too much actually, when I hit my pillow and am not distracted, I fall asleep within a minute. Enfin, we decided that Clairview was nice for one night and move on.
We want to have a look at Mackay and drove there. On the way we see a sign for Armstrong Beach and because I saw the man set foot on the moon when I was 7 and we read about a camping on the beach we turned off from the Bruce Highway. Armstrong Beach must have been able to dip deep in the Economic Stimulus program as all the houses and roads look like they were put up yesterday. Very different from the paint hungry houses (if we may call them that) in Mount Moran or the various little townships we pass. We drove along the beach and then see that one has missed out, the camping! An overcrowded, weird organized plot, cramped with cars, caravans and campers. We didn’t even stop but kept going and did an uwie (u-turn) half on the road and half on the grass. Then we went back past the campyard and stopped at a beach access, to give the dogs and ourself a little stretch. The ducks and a mother and child led the way.
Again the ocean was far from where the beach started. All the sand that has been washed from the NSW beaches such as Smiths Lake must have washed onshore here. The slope of the beach is so gradual that you have to walk hundreds of meters to get to the water. Strange.
Then an uneasy feeling overcome us. We felt watched, observed even. We looked around but nothing or no one else but the four of us. So we thought. Nossi spotted the armies first.
Not only were they well organized and had troop maneuvers to surround us.
Also they went in sentries as soon as we came in close range.
We felt overpowered and made a honourfull retreat. It could also be that the rain picked up and we didn’t want to get wet.
We drove back to the Bruce Highway and looked for something like fish & chips. What we found was an overdone tavern and decided to park next to it instead and have a home made lunch. For me egg on bread with ham and cheese (yummie) for Marjo noodles in a cup (ok, I guess). By then the rain came steadily down and everything starts to look the same. Then onto Mackay where we saw the trivia answer.
In Mackay we stopped to get some essentials (coffee, dog food and chocolate for Axel). Then we went onto Midge Point where we saw a nice camping. Our sources are now multi fold with all kind of websites where people give reviews and leave pictures and this looked quite nice.
That it is indeed. We arrived in the pouring rain, found a spot on the empty grass (we like it better there, more room and privacy and you save $4 a night). The downside is that in rain it gets a bit soppy but with thongs it is not too bad. We walked the dogs on the beach (that is endless, with the ocean about a kilometer out at low tide, no joke) and then sat under the awning listening to the rain.
When it got too dreary, we went inside and looked at next camp sites and the weather. Great. A week of rain forecasted for the whole of Queensland. Nossi didn’t care.
Posted from Midge Point, Queensland, Australia.
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