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During the night a dreamed that I was being chased by our Irobot vacum cleaner and I awoke at 1am to the sounds of vacuuming. I endeavoured to do one of the trickiest things in camping which is getting up to go to the toilet, unzipping the screen door, putting your shoes on, re-zipping the screen door so no mossies get in and all without waking Adam. When I got outside I found two newly arrived Polish backpackers vacuuming their tent. Seriously who vacuums a tent at 1am in the morning!
The trip has gone like clockwork so far but this morning I couldn’t find my camera anywhere. It was clearly the two Polish backpackers. We went on a tour of the Lava Tubes which was very interesting. Denis, our guide, was from Annandale. Basically the Undarra was a shielded volcano. The lava flows down the river beds and the top part of the lava cools while the internal bit keeps flowing effectively hollowing out a tube of basalt. The tubes are also home to micro bats. The two Polish backpackers were also in our tour group but their camera didn’t look like mine. Probably hid it somewhere.
The camera is just another thing I have to worry about. First the ten dollar note then this.
When we got back to reception the lady said I’d left my camera in the bar the night before. At least I don’t have to worry about it anymore. Still think those Polish Backpackers are shifty.
On the way to Karumba we passed a number of towns such as Croydon and Normanton. We chose Karumba as it is one of Jac and Red’s favourites. What a beautiful place! (just kidding). We checked in to the caravan park and said hello to Aleisha’s daughter who was behind the desk and started to set up. Karumba is all the things about caravan parks that I hate. First it’s full of caravans. As we drive in there’s an old bloke trying to position his satellite dish presumably so he can watch MAFS. We start setting up. The bloke next door starts telling me a story about the coil and his engine which means its only running on 3 cylinders. I suggested the nearest Toyota dealer but apparently he’s “dropped” a commodore engine into it. Any way I just positioned
the Landcruiser between him and our tent to hopefully avoid further conversations. Then the old bloke on the other side starts talking to us and says he hates people that snore. Later that night I notice his left his GPS on. I toy with the idea of not telling him because if he runs his battery down there will be one less caravan. Adam insists. The showers are littered with cane toads and I’m thinking thongs may be the go as these old guys are bound to have tinea.
Then our new neighbours turn up. Two young blokes with a trailer with 5 dogs in it. Now I like dogs but these dogs are not Stewie and Alf type dogs and I’m also thinking that the two blokes have modified the trailer to cleverly conceal an arsenal of weapons. Basically there are only two scenarios. 1. They are making their way across Australia killing every living native animal because it’s illegal to kill people or 2. They don’t give a shit about killing people and they are about to stage a mass shooting and have chosen Karumba caravan park because people with caravans are slower.
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