Heading North

Ready for departure from Brisbane we discover an attempted ‘unlawful entry’ into our (police!) car. That takes up the best bit of the day, but we manage to be in time to pick up our ……. ’droplet’.

So we decide to rename the police car to ‘tearjerker’.

Heading for Caloundra next, which we reach just before dark. House/land hunting the next day results in a 2 hour scenic drive around the area with an estate agent. He showed us some stunning pieces of land for sale. But it took us until the last moment to find out his name was ‘Roobottom’ (the only one we have seen in nearly two weeks down under). Nearly pissing ourself we were still impressed by the area.

Next on the list is Bundaberg (three hours North), where the local airplane builder (Jabiru) grabbed our attention. Well except for the rum and the sugar, there is not much worth mentioning about ‘Bundy’. So, although Jabiru seems a nice company (the owner working himself on a Saturday, wearing his cowboyhead) the general conclusion was that Bundaberg is not the place to be.

Bundaberg does however have the odd thunderstorm, lasting about an hour and a half. Nothing special for the locals, we however where quite impressed by the force of this nature phenomenon (we were absolutely convinced the end of the world was near and we were about to embark Noach’s ark) …… As unexperienced caravanners we thought we were all right and headed into town. Turned out we left the skylight open. We learn fast the hard way.