Five miles or eight kilometres from Gundagai, the dog is still sitting on his boss's lunch box but he is getting a new pond.
It used to be a thriving business with a service station across the road and 200 metres down the road was a cafe in an old train carrizge. Sadly they have closed down and in a state of decay.
We have had three nights in different motels and boy are they different.
No 1 $106 a night, wasnt sure what to expect at that price but large room, large bathroom would need at least two cats to hit the walls. Microwave, bowls, cups kfs, extra blankets and pillows, queen bed or two singles to choose. Only drawback was it was upstairs.
No2 $115. Wow, so tiny, probably a third the size of the one the night before. I sat on the toilet and my bum was touching the door! Two single beds and a dresser, two cups, one teaspoon. If one of us stood at the end of the bed, there was no room to walk past. Shower was tiny with a shower curtain and no light, only light in bafhroom was at the end wall.
No 3 $121 medium sized room, queen bed with sofa, bench with chairs. After Warren booked he received a lengthy email including their menu. Good marketing as we ordered dinner, whereas we did have dinner making in the car.
Rock on next motel room which is $150 a night, we are going up in the world.?
Travelling down the road and Warren needed a break. Ballinz was too far away but I saw a s8gn for Byron bay only 11kms. Okay so he turns off, we are looking for a park preferrily with toilets.
Nothing, suddenly we are in town and its busy as, no parking! Oh, theres a street market and it appears that everyone for miles around were visiting. Byron bay used to be known as the hippie/yuppie place. We folliwed a sign to the lighthouse, surely there will be parking and toilets for a break. No! Nothing and if there was a spot it was $10 to park, what! We got to the light house after negotiating a narrow windy road, thank goodness it was one way for a fair portion.
I took a quick photo of the tents set up on the fore shore, seemed to go on for miles. No choice but to retrace our steps back to the highway and continue on to maccas at Ballina.
It was a further 30 minutes and I knew Warrens leg/bum was giving him grief. We ordered, sat down and waited, our meal was called and Warren collected it then went back for the coffees. I couldnt see him but he had spoken to a couple of staff members then spoke to manager. A 20 minute wait after our food was really was not on.
My turn to drive and luckily, it didnt rain. Me driving and Ballina have history.
Warren had booked earlier in the day for a motel at Coffs, 0nly $106 for the night. It was a great spot, big room with a queen beds plus two singles. Bathroom was also on the larger size.
On our way to Hobart Tasmania. Lucy was picked this morning, her dog sitter drove and she was out the garage and into the van before Larelle could get out of the car. No issue at all about going without her.
After making a little detour and collecting two more back packs, our first break was a fuel stop and then a nearby park at Nerang.
Two guts were near the pucnic tables and I thought they were throwing a ball for a dog but couldnt see a dog.
Another four turned up 8ncluding a girl and they started to play disc golf. We have only seen the baskets before so it was exciting to watch them.
They each had a back pack with the discs standing like in a dish drying rack. The back packs would have been specially made.
Sun was very bright so I wasnt sure what I was able to a photo of. No caches were in the area.
Two nights ago, we were reading in bed when suddenly Warren says whats that nouse.
I didnt hear anything and told him he was hearing things. Besides Lucy who was sleeping on the floor at the bottom of oyr bed hadnt moved a muscle.
Five minutes later, we all heard a noise and Lucy raced out the room and through her doggy door. Warren followed at a slower rate and me even slower. I am more of the opinion, shut the door and hope for the best.
Warren calls out and says, theres a cat inside, we dont own a cat. It had apparently come in Lucys dog door.
With the activity, it had gone up into the top rooms but Warren couldnt find it. I suggested the bathroom and sure enough it was perched up on the wash basin. He said that it seemed calm so moved to pick it up and carried it out and placed outside. We had opened and propped open the front before finding it.
Very nice fluffy cat, obviously looked after but must have been prowling around, Warren reckoned the noise he heard was it moving Lucys dinner bowls out the back door. Of course she never lezves anything but a smell.
No often have I ventured into a mens toilet but in Maryborough, it is encouraged.
Last time I visited the public toilets, there was a couple of gentlemen using the facilities so I gave it a miss and only sighted the womens toilet which has a gold toilet.
The above too are in the baby change/feeding room.
We met the woman whose idea it was to have the paintings done. There are usually two volunteers outside who give tours and give the clear to the opposite sex to view either toilet.
Valentines day, which we dont celebrate, and we drove to Birtinya Islmand for parkr7n.It had rained quite heavily overnight and we were hop8ng that it would clear. No rain when we left and we had allowed an hour to get there but I guess at that hour of the morning and being a Saturday, our trip only took 40 minutes.
Warren took off for the start and a chat with other runners. I had found a cache, the only one on the island so I set off in the opposite durection.
Middle of summer and I wished I had taken a jacket.
