DAY 4 Continued Taking a break along the highway from Charleville to Mitchell
Graham decides to stake claim to the highway
Kids decide to stake claim to the railway line
A lesson in history at one of the smaller towns we passed through
House made entirely of tin cans, used during times of poverty
We reached Mitchell about 11AM, and decided to lunch here, before we moved on to St George which was about 209 kms away. As expected, hardly anything in Mitchell was open.
Just as it seemed lunch would once again be limited to bread and related varieties, we found a quaint little shop, which was an outlet run by an Aboriginal family. They had a platter of fried rice, which looked really welcoming. We ordered the whole set and devoured it among the 7 of us. Must be the hunger or the refreshing change, it tasted really good.
Kids at the bottle tree in Mitchell
We took the left turn from Cambridge Street towards St George.
About a km or maybe a couple of kms into the stretch, the road took on a look resembling local roads in India. In some stretches for quite some distance, the paved section of the road was just about wide for one car at a time!
In the absence of any other traffic along this stretch, we literally flew through. At times we had spectators observing us from the sides of the road, which included kangaroos/wallabies and emus.
Emus usually moved around in a gang, while the wallabies stuck to smaller groups of two or three.
Boys will be boys!
With the kids being really interested in camping, we decided to head off into the forests adjoining the road. We found one spot and drove into it, going a fair bit inwards where we found a spot to set up camp.
Too many cooks spoil the broth. So we decided to let the ladies take over
The Wanderers tent we carried which can accommodate 4 was put up, and the kids had their share of fun playing in and around it while we lazed around.
One of my favourite pics
Setting up the tent is easy, but requires 2 people to do it without much hassle. Taking it down actually requires more effort than setting it up.
Once the kids had their share of fun, we packed up, made sure we left behind no litter of any sort and then hit the highway again. This time, we had a Prado as well for company who perched within our little convoy and the three cars hurtled their way down the highway.
Insects were proving to be a major pain during our drive. Every single time we stopped to refuel, we used the self-service wash n wipe stalks at the outlet to wipe clean the windscreens. At one point, it was so bad that i was struggling to see the road through the splattered remains of insects.
Insects splattered on the screen
Graham used the wiper to try and clean some off his car, but it only made it worse, smearing the remains all over the screen. I was wise in hindsight, and didn't indulge in such an activity.
By the time we got to St George, i was struggling quite a bit with the marks on the windshield. We stopped at a fuel station, tanked up and then spent the rest of about 15 mins just trying to get the mess off the glass.
Entry to St George
We then made our way to the Jacaranda Country Motel which was to be our stop at St George for the night. Although the place itself seemed quite welcoming with large rooms, i cant say the same about the hospitality. Maybe it doesn't matter so much in a self-service motel/inn, but nevertheless the excellent treatment we enjoyed in the other places possibly increased our expectations.
St George is famous for its river and so we decided to head down there. The kids played on the slides and swings while we walked beside the river for some time.
We also visited the river area near the dam, where people indulged in water sports involving jet skis, water skiing, swimming etc. We watched as people got their boats into the water, and went about for a round of fishing, or just generally going around.
With the daunting task of finding a source of food for dinner, Graham and I set out to check available options. Some places mentioned they were open as per Google, while they weren't in reality. Once again, the deli section at the same Caltex petrol station we had fueled from earlier came to the rescue and we picked up some sandwiches as well as fried chicken from there. Possibly related to the lack of other options, the place was doing brisk business.
The kids wanted to play in the water, and as we werent carrying their swimwear, we decided to head back to the hotel so they could play in the pool.
Much later, we decided to call it a day, had our dinner and hit the bed as heavy rains pounded St George that night.
Our little vacation and trip was coming to an end. Tomorrow we head back to Brisbane.