Although it rained on and off all night we had no problems with leaks which was a relief. After a little bit of tweaking today all poles are standing militarily upright in perfect formation, the canvas is taut and all’s right with the world! The sun has even been shining most of the day.
Tomorrow we plan to go into the city for the day using public transport so we went back to see our enthusiastic volunteers in the Information Office to ask about getting tickets. They were a bit like seagulls around chip eaters, each one flying in for a bit of the action. It became very confusing but after a visit to another Info Booth and 2 different Service Stations we both now have “Go Cards” and should be right for our jaunt tomorrow.
I had to investigate “Humpybong Park” simply because of the name and after that we went into the Redcliffe Museum where we both handled the old table which was used when the draft Australian Constitution was written. The Redcliffe Anzac Park also had some impressive memorials.
We had a couple of nice walks around the Marina area and even ventured out on a spit which had only become visible when the tide went out.
It’s so nice to be warm and completely dry.
We got new neighbours yesterday, the lady has a very strident voice, just now the overheard conversation is all about the benefits of Aldi’s 3 ply toilet paper apparently it’s beauuuuutiful! (They’re having dinner in their van with a couple of other campers.) Ok, time to tune out they’ve moved onto colonoscopies!
Memorial to the first Redcliffe inhabitants, convicts, soldiers and their families.
Humpybong Park. It’s a corruption of the aboriginal words which meant “dead huts”, referring to abandoned dwellings.
Alex and avian friend in Humpybong Park.
Alex on his way back to safety.
Fishermen just beyond the spit.
Prawn trawler on its way out for the night.
An Egret landed on the trawler as we watched, it recognizes a meal ticket when it sees one.
We “enjoyed” another run on the unfamiliar roads to deliver the Jeep to the workshop where it’s being up-specced a little bit, picked up the hire car and came back to camp to take a breather.
Had a lovely brunch at the Sea Salt & Vines Cafe which is beside the Caravan Park, Alex only had a BLT but I had a wonderful pile of pancakes with all the trimmings. Yum! Being sustained we went off to find the Info Centre because my online efforts to see if we had incurred a toll fee had been unsuccessful
A Monty Python kind of experience awaited…
We didn’t want to be whacked with a $15 fine for not paying a toll we weren’t certain we owed so decided the Info Centre people were bound to deal with the scenario all the time and would have a simple solution. The ladies there were lovely, I suspect all volunteer retirees, and tried hard to help us. They phoned the toll payment place and then gave me the phone, it was an automated service, everything was fine until it came to giving the rego number. I said, S??? ANC. The Payment Cyborg repeated it but without the C then asked if it was right. I said No, so then the cyborg asked me to repeat it which I did, it decided I must have said F not S. Again I said No, it asked me to repeat it and I did then it decided it must be S after all so the cyborg repeated it with the S but again left off the C and asked if that was correct. I gave up, the lady tried and eventually gave up. She gave us a couple of Service Stations which might be able to accept payment. The one we chose couldn’t, it was the wrong Toll company. The gorgeous young man in the servo used his mobile to find 2 different payment places and both used real people! The first had no record of our rego but the second did and was happy to take our money by credit card, $9.50 over the phone or $6.50 online. We paid and hopefully now that we’ve given her strict instructions the GPS cyborg will avoid all toll roads in future!
We went for a couple of nice walks along the seafront and have found a place that sells stunning looking fish. We’ve menus planned for at least 2 days.
Forgot to say, the sun was out today and we discarded our jackets,YEAH!
Very old wooden sailing boat, husband and wife crew it. Has a motor because they don’t have 20 slaves to row it into harbour.
Alex on one of the bits of fitness equipment in the park,
Photogenic Ibis near a cafe.
Tomorrow night’s dinner
So fresh they could swim away