3 July, Wednesday
03.07.2013 - 03.07.2013 26 °C
A big 700 kilometre drive to get here from Lawn Hill today. All of us taking turns at the wheel. We only stayed here at Camooweal due to fatigue and a setting sun. Driving after dark is a no go for us due to the roos being more active at dusk.
The van park (which was completely gravel again) also housed the only pub. We weren’t looking forward to this stop but my goodness what a fantastic night we had. There was a sign on the gate as you drive in that said pay at the pub for your campsite. We toddled up to pay after setup and seriously didn’t want to go back to our van. It was a Wednesday night in the middle of nowhere and there was a well known country and western singer guitarist rocking up a storm. I grabbed a beer and Sherrie grabbed a barcardi and we paid for our drinks and campsite and just kicked back. After 2 drinks and no dinner we started to feel pretty darn happy. After 7 beers / Bacardi’s and still no dinner we were a lost cause. We started grabbing odd locals up for some crazy dancing. Sherrie and I modified the dougie to include a dosie doe or two to adapt the moves from R&B to country music. People that would never normally dance filled the tiny space available to dance. After his gig “Lance Friend” came over to our table and sang with his ukulele. We asked him what the hell was he doing in this tiny pub in the middle of nowhere and he said he was on his way to the annual Gympie Muster. The Gympie Muster is apparently bigger than the Tamworth music festival. We felt very lucky to have stumbled into Camooweal on this night. We bought one of Lance’s cd’s for the drive into the Northern Territory. I said to him that there had better not be any shit songs on this as I always find that happens when I buy cd’s at gigs. But he assured me they were all good and wrote his mobile number on the cd cover so I could ring him and tell him which ones we liked and which (if any) were the shit ones. It was lovely to socialise with the locals and find out about their lives here as well as on local cattle stations. Camooweal has a population of 310. Very small towns out this way. We are very very close to the Northern Territory border now. Very exciting. Well we reluctantly ended our night on the pub verandah after being locked out because the pub was closing. The barman ended up joining us after lockup for last drinks on the verandah with the locals and the singer too. We did get an invite to kick on afterwards at another campsite but decided to call it a night. Fell into bed with our clothes on instead of jarmies, no dinner and no showers. Ahhh who would have thought we’d end up as such heathens. We caught up with showers and a change of clothes the next morning whilst Cherelle cooked up bacon and eggs with a round of teas and coffees. Time to hit the road and head into the long awaited Northern Territory.