27th Nov, Sore bott's, sore hearts and traffic, On the road

Six o'clock (yes,.... in the morning) and its a quick cup of coffee and into the shower, Lin got up even earlier to have hers, so I think she's really keen to get back on the road. Talking to Rod, he couldn't sleep and has been up since three thirty. I recon the cheeky bast**'s been having a quick check on the family silver before we leave..... By seven the last few things are all packed up, we're on the bike and waving goodbye. You can almost see by the smile on Rod's face the look of, bugger off and give us our house back, I think he was a little jealous cos the mutt seemed to prefer our company and wanted to sit by us rather than him.

I'm not to sure where we're off to today, I do know we're heading toward Hervey Bay but that's nearly five hours away, six with stops. I suggest Gladstone but Lin's being a bit vague, so I suggest Bunderburg, Lin's still being vague, looks like one of them trips where who knows where we'll end up, but I've got an idea. It takes an hour before we get through Rocky and I can feel somethings wrong on the back seat of the bike so I pull over to see whats up, Seems we've had I bit of sad new from home. A call to the girls sorts out our worries and with a slightly heavier hearts we move on.

Now for those of you that have a problem with the north circ (M25) just try driving in Queensland, some stupid git thought it a good idea to fix all the roads at once. Great, now no fu*ker can move. Every couple of kilometres theres some poor sod, frying out in the sun with a stop/go board and a couple a hundred metres of roadworks, not even Barking and Dagenham could make a better job of screwing things up. I've been told in the last two hundred k stretch, theres twenty one sets of roadworks, great if your a road worker, crap if you drive a bike...

Right I've had me rant, so back to the trip. We stop at Gladstone. Nice town but not really a lot here, lets try the next one.......  Bunderburg, to far off our route, lets press on. By now I've been sitting in the saddle for coming up to five hours and to say it starting to get a little uncomfortable is taking the pee. We get to Miriam Vale, not a lot here, Hervey Bays only another hour down the road, lets give it a go. Eight hours I sat on that bike and by now it feels like someones had a good go at kicking the crap out me ar*e, I would say I could walk like John Wayne, ha, walking at all would be good. Lin ain't to much better, but at least she made it across the road to ask directions to the camp. Ten minutes later we're hobbling round the site, picking out a spot for the tent. We picked out a good spot with a nice bit of shade and a view of the sea, now just got to get the tent up while it feels like I'm wearing a nappy, Believe me, not good....

Even with all the aches and pains, we haven't lost the knack and the tents soon up and sorted. No way either me or Lin has got it in us to cook tonight, so its over the road for a takeaway. Sod it, that bed looks really good and that's were we're heading, back to sleeping on the floor.

Well someone likes her, cuz they painted this on the side of their house...

Leaving Yeppoon...ahhhhh

Back on the road with the big guys !!!!!

This is a memorial for the men of Miriam Vale who lost heir lives in the first world war....very moving...

This is the 'Fig tree of wisdom' in Miriam Vale. It was planted in the 1800 by some railway gangers... and has just grown and grown ever since. I had to stand on the other side of town to get the width of the tree in...it is massive and as you can see stands next to the war memorial..

A view looking up the main street ( the only shopping street) in Miriam Vale...we were going to stay here..but not quite enough going on...

All set up in Hervey Bay.. home again !

And I bet you thought there was only two of these but it appears there are three of them!!!! ( you'll have to think about that one, take your time... !)

Nite all, we love you lots  xxxx we are sending hugs to the kids who are in need of a bit of TLC at the moment. xxx