There is not much I can say about today. We set off at 8am and were on the road for 8 hours, eventually arriving in a place called Chinchilla, about 300km West of Brisbane.
Long roads, we can tell we are so close to civilization now, the radio has worked all day, the roads have road markings on them telling us where to drive, the verges of the roads have been mowed, the houses look more expensive, there are more places to stop for coffee etc etc etc. The feeling now is our holiday has really come to a close and we are both trying to make the very best of the ticking clock. Sorry there are no pictures, there were none to take, altogether a boring day, especially after our adventure yesterday which already seems a lifetime ago. The caravan park we are staying in tonight looks like several rows of white cabins that belong by the beach and the lady who welcomed us was not particularly welcoming, maybe my humour was a bit too off the wall for her. So where are we staying, let me get the brochure out and see what it is called - Cypress Pines. The cabin is beautiful inside, and has a 48" flat screen TV on the wall so Alan is settled for the night with remote control in hand <g>.