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Given the rarity of fat country girls in tights I've decided to start wearing black tights. In the morning I also worked out why no one else camped down near the Billabong. I had so much mud on my shoes it was like wearing snow shoes. It took us an age to pack up and when I moved the car it was the closest we got to being bogged our tyres. I had to drive around town 5 times just to get the mud off our tyres. I got up to the servo to get the tyre and the lady goes "yeh he wanted to know why you wanted the tyre this morning given there's no where to go". Yep every road out of Birdsville was closed. So we went to the licensed bakery for breakfast. Now many of you probably don't know that my wife can be quite demanding, so when she was told that they don't do breakfast after 10am she had a complete dummy spit and walked out. Up until this point things have been pretty harmonious but storming out of the only cafe in a town with 120 people and all roads closed didn't seem strategic so
we did have a bit of an argument as we ate muesli bars across the road from the bakery. After an hour I headed into the police station (he was toasting marshmallows out the back having just quelled the recent crime wave in Birdsville). He was able to tell me that the Birdsville Developmental Road was open but not the road to Innamicka. So we headed out of Birdsville. We had to make a deviation and decided to go to Windorah. We went through Australia's "smallest town" with a population of 0. The last resident died in 1997 and he was also the population sign guy. Now I don't want to get all technical but shouldn't a town have at least one person? The road was in great nick and we sat on about 100 the whole way. The country side is quire spectacular with red dirt but lots of trees, plenty of cattle, roos, emus and even a few horses. I skilfully missed a goanna sun baking on a cattle grid but I'm not sure the road train I passed would have. Windorah is a bit disappointing. It has a caravan park which is chockers with caravans and people
in reclining fold up chairs. There doesn't appear to be a campground. Given Becs was a bit testy I treated her to a night at the Cooper Creek Cabins, has its own bar and restaurant. Nice as it looked we thought we'd go to the pub for dinner. Next to the pub was a sign saying dining room. So Becs and I walk in and there's more fluo than Barrangaroo. Now Becs is getting pretty good at this so she just puts her jacket over a chair and heads for the buffet. The buffet was rissoles, chips, peas, chips and rissoles. Just as she was filling up her plate a lady asks if she can help. Seems this was the dining room for the road crew!! So we head next door to the pub which was an eyeopener. The barman was Australian!
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Penny
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business class camping
Like the qantas business class PJ top with the black tights. New trend in Birdsville!