Boyne River

Sat 9^th

It’s strange how people differ. Most grey nomads are extremely considerate, friendly and keen to share information about good places to go and things to do. Then there is the couple who pull into a large camping area where campers are spread out to allow privacy. This couple drives around and around looking for where they want to stop. They stop at a few spots. “Too close to the toilets….. too far from the lake……   not close enough to the picnic tables  etc.” we hear her shouting – by this time she is walking around with the two dogs on leashes. She doesn’t appear to have a plastic bag in her hand. Finally they decide on a spot – as close to us as they can get. On goes the generator and the dogs start to bark. “Shut up those mongrels!” yells Mick. The dogs are hustled into the van and the generator continues. At six am the dogs are let out, they see the ducks on the lake and immediately start barking. We pack up and go.

Out on the quite narrow road we encountered several wide loads, obviously travelling early on these roads with what looked like giant equipment for the mines further north.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This kangaroo stood in the middle of the road watching us as we drew to a stop, then he hopped away. We have had several near misses throughout the trip.

Finally we made it back to the highway and travelled south until we reached the Boyne River camp spot. It was a big area along the bank of the river and fronting onto the highway. Just near us a young Asian couple cooked their dinner and ate it. Then they launched into a dance routine that they were obviously practising.