The corrugations were relentless and the dry bushland straights infinite.
We forgot to mention that the cars cigarette lighter is now
lying someone on the side of a road after B snapped having listened to it rattle
for an hour or so before throwing it out the window.
We did come across some friendly locals (Emu, Peacock and
Guinea Fowl) at Hann Roadhouse further increasing our wildlife bingo points.
We also camped behind another pub, the sExchange Hotel.
Unsure where the name comes from but I’d propose that it is as a result of men
having lost their tackle on the 100’s of kms of corrugations in order the get
here.
It’s so bloody hot up here that even trucks burst into flame.
And in the middle of nowhere (actually just coming into
Weipa) traffic lights. To give the mines hall trucks right of way.
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