We were so anxious to get home . We had been traveling on some wonderful straight roads in the Northern Territory and Western Australia that we gave no thought to the roads...that is...until we hit Queensland. From the Queensland border the road turned into a molten mass of bitumen. You could actually SEE the waves in the road,..the deep RUTS from where the large 10 ton trucks drive, and the pot holes that were left from the cyclones the year before.
The worst part of the section was from Mt. Isa to Townsville. They have started working on it, but it could be slow going, as we're now in Queensland country and the " she'll be right" attitude is very prevalent.
And because we were at the end of the winter "tourist" season, we thought that the caravan park would be partly empty. Boy, was I wrong. They were full up, but we managed to get the last unpowered site they had. (Today, we'll change over to a powered site.)
And then when I opened the door to the van, there were books scattered across the floor, sugar on the bench and sink, and when I opened the fridge door, the glass shelf was broken with glass laying on top of the fruit and vegie boxes.
So while Chris is getting the car cleaned up, and a couple of shelves for the fridge. (another one broke at the beginning of the rough roads) I'll be cleaning up inside.
And in all of this, we managed to get over to see Robert, who seems to be doing very well. We brought salad makings and some steaks for dinner. And while he grimaces occasionally as the bandages pull, he's holding up very well. He's one tough cookie.
And before we head back over to his place today, I'll have another cuppa as I figure out which mess to clean first.
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