Our next port of call was Rockhampton, a mere 420km from Airlie Beach. We were jusr using it as an overnight stay en route to Bargara.
There's nothing much to be said about the journey, the landscape was pretty much the same, field upon field of sugar cane, very uninspiring I'm afraid.
Occasionally there were warning signs of areas that had a high crash rate and this in turn prompted warning signs about driver fatigue:
1. Rest and Refresh
2. Break the drive, Stay alive
3. Rest or R.I.P.
4. Stay alert, Accidents hurt
There were also a couple of sets of signs: 1) How far to go Dad? 2) How far to go Mom?
3) 3hrs to Rocky kids
1) Play trivia games to stay awake
2) What is the highest mountain in Queensland?
3) Mount Bartle Frere
4) Continue playing trivia games
Steve now thinks I'm an anorak! I think I've started a new trend - spot the road signs but I like merge like a zip best.
Eventually we reached Rockhampton, a large city and thank goodness for James and his slight rights otherwise we would never have found the motel we had booked for the night. When Steve went to reception to register he paid cash for the room hoping to use loose change for the odd $2 of the $102 needed.. Unfortunately he was 30 cents short so had to give the guy $110 so ended up with another pocket full of change, which he hates, not understanding why the guy couldn't just have waived the 30 cents. Gatherings our cases and armed with tea bags for the much needed cuppa we head for room 112. I was slightly behind Steve still trying to grab what I wanted from the cases in the boot when I saw him heading back towards me muttering to himself. It transpired that the room hadn't been serviced as the bed was unmade. It was with great delight and a smirk on his face that Steve returned to reception to graciously receive an apology from the guy who had given him a pocket full of change.
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