The members of the Tobermorey Dawn Chorus need to work on their harmony!
I drank my lovely hot chocolate over in the Bar area so that I could plug in the laptop, hoping to give it enough life to show our border passes if needed. The Thirsty Camel came over to say hello.
We weren’t in a rush packing up because we only intended going as far as Boulia and I thought it was 250 kms on mostly bitumen, it wasn’t. There were sections of roadworks and long stretches of dirt but so much better than the road before Tobermorey. At the border I expected to hear Madam GPS say, “Bor-der Cross-sing ahead” but she was silent.
At the Boulia Caravan Park we joined the line to get a site and there was so much going on that when I was offered an unpowered site under trees and not in a chaotic section I took it. On reflection that was the quiet time of the day! Campers have flooded in all day and an overflow paddock down the road a bit from the Park now has at least 100 campers in it, $20 a night the same as here but they have no facilities. I think there are only 6 ladies and 6 mens toilets here!
Although there were no police around when we booked in later in the day they were at the Caravan Park seemingly randomly checking people booking in. If needed we had our green Queensland Border Pass but they didn’t come to check on us, I’m sure there were far too many travellers forthem to manage. We are booked into a Mt Isa Caravan Park for the next three nights, a chance to relax.