Cow boys, Rodeos and sore arses!! I must say we were quite glad to be leaving Fraser Island; after all the deliberating as to whether it was worth the money or not and then for it to rain the whole time, we were feeling a little sorry for ourselves. It did feel like the weather gods were against us – come on I mean it’s not like we don’t get enough rain back home or anything!!! So on the good old rail network again we were now headed for the dim lights, cattle and incest of Rockhampton or Rocky as it’s known to the locals. Famous for sheep, a giant cow boy statute and F-all else, but hey it was dry at least. You may wonder why we were bothering, but some time ago I’d read
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