Our Travel Adventures: 13th Oct Home Hill to Mission Beach...via the cake shop lol....

Look.. I would not normally do this, but you need to be sat down and with an empty bladder when you read this cuz 'he' has surpassed himself this time and whilst most of its at my expense, I struggled to read it in one go.... so you have been warned.....

We're off again and Lin says she ain't taking any more of them pills, the days are going fast enough without losing one or two altogether. Thank god for that, I find it hard to drive laid across the petrol tank.....

So once again, its pack it all up and on the road. Its a nice slow ride up to Townsville, not because we want to go slow cuz on these roads, ya just cant go fast. We don't see so much road kill here in Queensland, the bends slow you down so much, what would be road kill, just walks out the way.

Hey, waddya know? Townsville is a real town, Its got shops and everything, even more than one street. We're only getting fuel and coffee this time, but sure as sh*t we're gonna pay a visit on the way back. The pace picks up a bit after we leave Townsville and I manage to get the bike up to a heady hundred and ten (65mph). For the first time in ages, it feels like we're flying along, trees and stuff go whizzing by and Lin's knickers are flapping in the breeze...

Cos we're doing so well, we stop off at Cordwell. so there we are, me and her, at the counter in the coffee shop, Lin's up front cos she make sure she's got the dosh, when a voice pipes up, " hi there can I help you?", we both look round and cant see no one, the voice comes again, still cant see no one. The voice comes from below the till, "Hellllow", bugger me, its one of the diddy people, and now shes waving. Lin's trying to be politically correct and struggling a bit, Oh, Er, em, well. I can see she wants to say, "we never saw you there", but don't want to offend and just splerts out 'two latte's please'. For the next five minuets, the refuge from diddy land pops up and down on strategically placed stools, well this is begining to look more and more like a game of whack-a-mole. I gotta leave the shop... Lin's just asked for two cakes and one of them is on the top shelf and I don't think I can take it...... Lin soon joins me and we both wait to see what's gonna happen when she brings the coffee's out, the shops got a rather large step onto the pavement and if it go's wrong, the diddy person could end up rolling into the road and if that happens, I'm sorry, but I think I'll just pee myself. All said and done, I don't think I'll end up in Lin's good books. What a let down, theres a full size waitress, still, the coffee was good.

As we drink our coffee, a couple on a spider (wrong way round trike, Bike with two wheels on the front) pull in, cos they saw the bike. We get talking and Lin (my navigator) asks directions to Mission beach. Nice and easy, straight down the road and turn right at Tully. So off we go. We get to Tully and Lin gives me the signal to turn left. I try to tell her I think the bloke said turn right, but I've been in this position before. She's the navigator and is letting me know. So left we go. Through the town, up the main street, out the other side and end up in a housing complex, its then I hear, OK, do it your way. we turn round, go back to were we turned off, go two K's down the road and turn right at the big sign saying Mission beach. I try and keep me mouth shut, but Lin still don't know how it happened. We've entered a conservation area for the Carrowry, it looks like an osterage with an axe sticking in its head and would you believe it, there's one just beside the road. I get, "quick slow down, I'll get a photo", so the bike go's into forth, then third, "slow down, slow down". OK, second, first. "slow down, slow down", Fu*k me, I'm peddling the bike, just how slow der ya want me to go?. OK I've stopped, the bloody bird's beside the bike, looks at us, then wanders off into the bush. Did yer get the photo. "Na, it was to fast", some days are like that!!!!

After travelling up and down for a bit, we finally find the site. (they sometimes hide em). Right on the beach, how bout that?. we have a quick look round. No kids. That was the clincher and we were quickly booking in. Oh the peace, lovely....

Ok, bye bye Home Hill, new BBQ being built... but its not enough to keep us.. so off we go..

On the road the scenery is ever changing..

This is Burdekin Bridge and it was stunning and actually was a bridge that for once had water flowing underneath it... lots of it..most of the rivers and creeks we have seen and we have seen hundreds are all dried up....

Across the bridge we go..

Not sure why I liked this clock in Townsville but I did, it was on a roundabout..say no more..

This is Townsville..

Back to the countryside.. we are heading towards Tully now...

Nice garden...

Just outside Cordwell AND more flippin roadworks, they need to get Pather out here, he would soon sort them out..

Into Tully (the wrong way...) this town is for mining, sugar cane...and bananas..it had a real sort of industrial/hard feel to it....

The banana trees...

Now this is the warning sign, we know we are getting near Mission beach now...

Another very typical ozzie road sign..they are not meant to be funny, but some make you flippin scream and hoot all over the place...

Now can you see the Cassowarie? NO, cuz I bloody missed it, much to John's amusement...in my defence, the bird was bloody quick...

Getting near the beach... yippeeee, I can see the sea..

Ok, can we rest???... well any port in storm and my derirre' felt like it had been kicked from Monday through Thursday, so the local bus seat seemed as good as anywhere to stop and rest..and he parked himself up by Ruby.....ahhhhhh

Back on the road...

Pather... where are you????, more flippin road works... this would never be allowed in the UK...this crane was literally right above your head as you drove by and it was in full swing of moving dirt around...