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Impala with lambs, considerately positioned right beside the road.
Today some of the women in our group went on a balloon ride, so we got to sleep in and have a lateish breakfast before going to collect them.

“Giraffes! someone yelled. I was so busy focusing on this one that I completely missed the huge one right outside my window.

Typical.

I was in Houth’s jeep today. He said that these two look very similar in age. It must be nice to have a half brother or sister to hang around with.

Dik dik. Always in pairs. They find an area, drop a poo and wait. If a partner comes along and poos in the same spot, the proposed is accepted and they pair up.

Old Cape Buffalo bull.

This is one of the most dangerous animals in the bush. He’s isolated himself from the herd because he can’t breed anymore. His days are numbered, as lions will target him. 

“ I’ve seen many things here,” said Houth. “ But I’ve never seen a buffalo smile.”

It didn’t take long for a tse fly to find me. I’ve read about them, and yes. Their bite hurts!

Elephant. Chased the car in front of us away, but then settled down a bit.

Breeding season. Testosterone is high, which is why he was aggressive.

Just when we came around a corner there was a group of wildebeest by the side of the road. I really love the way the light catches their coats. 

This isn’t a good place for them to be. This part of the park hasn’t had rain for a few days, so the grass is dry and the lions can blend in.

“Sometimes, you can be sitting watching them, and all of a sudden a lion will appear.”

Black faced vervet monkey. No blue balls on display.

This is what the underside of the flat.topped African acacia trees looks like.

No leopards lurking here.

Impala. Houth said that the male has a very short life expectancy. He’s keeping his eye on the bachelor males and on mating with the females. He’ll soon be picked off by a predator and some other male will get to have the harem.

After we picked up the balloonists, we were driving around looking for a leopard that was rumoured to be in the vicinity. Spoiler alert: we didn’t find it.

After a while, our jeeps headed for a pile of rocks sticking up from the ground. The cats sometimes go there after a night of rain to get warm.

The lioness on top of the rock was keeping an eye on us. .They climb up there in the mornings to get the sun, especially after it’s been raining. Then we moved for a bit and there’s another one up there as well right beside her.

 They call rocks like this “The landscape of fear.” There are always cats around, even if you think there’s nothing here. “Not a good place to eat our lunch.”

Bee-eaters. They swoop down, grab a bee and then they’re back to the same branch. They’re beautiful little birds.

As we drove slowly around the pile of rocks, more and more lazing lionesses appeared.

“She looks like she’s sleeping, but if I got out of the car, they’d all be up and after me,” said Houth. He opened his car door and her ears flicked forward.

All up, we saw 11 lionesses. The males stay at the edge of the territory, only coming back to mate, or to get fed when the girls hunt. “ They call it protection money.”

“Do you see how dangerous it would be to stop and have lunch on the road?”

Related females tend to stay together for life, unless the pride gets too big. Then they’ll split up so they don’t run out of food. If food gets more abundant, they might rejoin.

No territorial problems between different predators, but they worry about competition from their own kind, so they’ll kill another lion, for example.

A funny thing is when you need to go to the toilet in the bush.
For males? Checking the tyres.

For females? Picking the flowers. Some of us, my roommate included, can’t seem to hold on for very long. Fortunately, my bladder is made of sterner stuff.

Male elephant standing right beside the road. I stood up on my seat and we were almost eyeballing each other.

Soon, we saw more. I didn’t realise at first that they were sheltering a baby.

A hippo pool. Houth was amazed at how many there were.

We drove past them the next day and they looked like they hadn’t moved.

Two lions in a tree. On first glance, you might not see them. One is higher up on the left.

Look at how relaxed she is! It was starting to get hot, but I think she was catching a nice breeze up there.

2 lions under a tree. It was getting towards the middle of the day and they were HOT. There was no way they were moving, even when the jeeps drove right up to them.

We had the rest of the afternoon off. Annette was on the balcony, talking to her husband when I heard her say there was a dik dik outside.

Later, after dinner, there was a Cape Buffalo near the pool. There was a ranger nearby, with a gun, just in case he turned nasty.
No wonder they insist on guests getting an escort to and from their rooms after dark.

” What happens if a lion comes?” I asked.

”You scare them off with torchlight,” he said. “ If a buffalo or hippo comes, we all run upstairs!”

Dad Joke of the Day:

I spent the morning catching up on blog posts, looking out over Lake Victoria. Anyone who has travelled with me knows that if I start to fall behind on my blogging, I get a bit antsy.
Some of us went across to a fishing village and school. I stayed behind and caught up on the last two days.

Now I feel so much better!

After lunch we jumped in the jeeps to see the Serengeti and go to our new place, where we’re staying for the next two nights. The trip was supposed to take around 3 hours, but due to animal sightings and the torrential downpour we had last night, it took 6 hours. None of us were complaining.

(Well, some were, but they seem to whinge at the drop of a hat.)

Here is our afternoon…

Serengeti means “ Endless Plains” in the Masai language.

Here are the rains down in Africa… (thank you Toto!)

Serengeti chicken , otherwise known as the Guinea fowl.

Impala bachelors.

We saw a zebra wallowing in the dust to get rid of external parasites. We also saw lots of resident wildebeests who don’t migrate because they know where to find food and water.

Flying egrets.

Flying storks.  

Hamercop bird. It’s a huge nest that both partners build together. The nests have 2 rooms and can weigh up to 50 lbs. mud and sticks. They always go near water because they eat frogs and fish. Once they raise their chicks and leave, other birds like eagles take over the nest.

If you look down at the bottom left of the tree, you’ll see the bird. It seems like an an awfully big nest for such a small bird.

Here’s what they look like close up.

Blue balls monkey, otherwise known as the Black Faced Vervet.
In case you were wondering, their balls are indeed an incredibly bright shade of blue.

This was really sad. This elephant is around 18 years old and has broken his left leg. He can still feed himself, but he can’t walk. This won’t end well for him…

A herd of giraffes took our minds off the poor, doomed elephant.
There was a range of all sizes.

This guy was huge.

You’ll have to excuse me for not being overwhelmed by the African crocodiles on show, after the hundreds I saw in the Northern Territory last September.

We saw a baboon troupe on the road in front of us.

We’ve already reached the stage of “Seen one baboon, seen ‘em all!”, but this baby was cute.

Wildebeest were everywhere. The Great Migration isn’t due to start yet, but there are thousands of resident wildebeests who stay put in this part of the Serengeti.

These ones were impossible to resist filming.

This photo has a lion in it.

See?

To e fair, it took me ages to spot the lion. I’m pretty unobservent at the best of times, so I was looking at anything other than “the rock.”

Elephant dung is used to start fire, as we saw in theMasai village , and also as a mosquito repellent if you burn it in the house. Ifyou inhale the smoke if you’ve got a headache it’ll relieve your sinus passages too.

Never say that I don’t give handy hints.

Two lionesses. Easy food for them with all of the wildebeest and zebras around.

A journey of giraffes. They’re way off in the distance, but I love the shape of them.

Baboons. They were putting themselves to bed up in a tree to be safer from predators.

A baby hyena wanting to be fed, and asking Mum. After I finished filming, she gave up, lay down and let him suckle. I just love the noises he’s making!

More of the wildebeest migration. We could hear them, and Awade  said that it’s mainly the little ones looking for their mothers. As we drove the herd just kept on going and going and going. There were thousands of them. It was absolutely incredible.

The Great Migration must surely be a sight to see:

Just arround the corner we came upon a massive herd of Topi. Awade was blown away by how many there were. The rain might make the roads slippery and boggy, but it’s certainly helping the grazing animals.

Town eagle.

Awade asked for my phone because I was on the wrong side of the jeep, so he took this shot.

We took a lot longer to get to the lodge than we anticipated, because the rain made some of the roads boggy and exciting. It wasn’t bad though. We saw some beautiful African skies.

Pink rain on the Serengeti. Have you ever seen anything more beautiful?

Dad Joke of the Day:

Crowned Crane, which is the national bird of Uganda. Just a bit of trivia for you.

Today was certainly a day that if we were ever going to get IDO syndrome, it would be today.

IDO stands for “Internally Displaced Organs Syndrome”, otherwise known as getting a Kenyan massage.  Seriously, the roads in Kenya are really bad.

Though bits and pieces remind me of Australia. Remember the hills that ring Alice Springs? This reminded me of them, though they’ve had more rain.

The rest of the photos on this post are taken from the jeep’s window. We were driving like the fast and the furious today. We had a lot of k’s between us and our accommodation in Tanzania.

Everywhere we went, there were small boys looking after livestock by the side of the road. One photo I missed was a boy with his herd, looking at his phone.

This is my last Kenyan photo. Our jeep paused to turn into the border crossing and these boys waved.

Tanzania now.

I love this one.

Women getting firewood. Our driver said that they can walk as much as 10 miles a day to find enough.

This is one of my favourites for the day.

Kids everywhere call out and wave as the jeeps go by. Usually, I’m too busy waving back to snap a photo, but I got this little guy.

I don’t think he’s wearing a seatbelt.

We kept seeing these houses with really steep roofs. Our driver explained that they’d seen movies from colder climates where the houses had these roofs because of snow etc, and they’ve now become a status symbol.

We passed by one place with an impossibly steep roof.
“Look at that,” he chuckled. “ He could have built another house instead of that roof!”

There are so many 3 wheeled cars in Tanzania. These guys were kind enough to pose for me.

This looks like hard work.

Kids playing with tyres, just like in “To Kill a Mockingbird.”

And finally, if you zoom in on the ends of the branches, you’ll see Weaver bird  nests. The males build the  ests. If a male doesn’t do a good enough job, a female will destroy it. and make him do it again. Once she’s happy with the nest then she’ll breed with him.
Fair enough, too. 😀

Dad Joke of the Day:

I was going to have a balloon ride over the South African countryside when my sister Kate and I were there 11 years ago. Unfortunately, the weather stopped it happening. We were disappointed, but today was the day I’d get that job done.

My first hot air balloon ride and it just happens to be over the Masai Mara.

Here are the lions we saw yesterday. Most of the pride had moved off, as there were buffaloes and warthogs nearby, but a couple of lionesses and some cubs were still there. Zero in and you can see them.

I’ve never been able to drive binoculars very successfully, so this is the view of the elephant herd I saw. Zoom. In, and you’ll be able to see them. They have babies…

Here’s a wonderful silhouette. The balloon pilot was trying to go left, but the wind was pushing us to the right.

”You don’t take up ballooning if you need to be in control of everything,” he said. “You can control the actual balloon, but with everything else you have to be adaptable.”

It was nice up there. You could see for miles, of course, and the sky was changing colours every second.

The wind blew us over the river.
“The guys have to find a way to cross to pick us up,” he said. “ It’s almost at the hour now, but we can’t fly for a bit longer.”
We had no problem with that.

We were heading straight for a tree with a vulture perched on it.

”I’ll fly over this,”he said, giving the balloon a bit of a kick of flame. “It’s a waste of energy for him to fly if there’s no need.”

After an al fresco champagne breakfast – don’t mind if I do – we headed back out for a game drive.

Almost immediately we were face to face with three of these.

We were so close, we could hear him chewing.

After a while, we left them to it and drove off to see what else was out there.

We couldn’t believe how close this hyena was to the road. He wasn’t moving for anyone!

Can you BELIEVE this?

A pride of lions with a fresh kill. When we were up in the balloon we saw some lions chasing a warthog. The balloonist said they were just mucking around, but maybe things turned serious.

Do you notice how the boys are eating first. The girls do the hunting, but the boys eat their fill first.

This was sad. The baby Cape Buffalo still has the umbilical cord. We all assumed it was with its mother, but then Martin said, “ These are male buffalo. They’re trying to make the baby go away.”

One of the two very stupid women we have on the tour said, “Oh, surely they’ll take it to a mummy who’s lost her baby.”

”No, no,” said Martin. “They don’t adopt other babies. This one will almost certainly die.”

Hooley Dooley, it was a good day for lions!

Look at her swinging that snack around!

After a little while, they walked off through all the parked jeeps to find some shade from the afternoon sun.

I have heaps of photos of this guy, but I couldn’t resist showing you the video. I always try to be in front of, and at this moment I was very glad I was.

Another jackal. I think they’re beautiful.

See?

Then we found another courting couple. Look away now if you don’t want to see the full extent of a lion’s bonk.

All 12 seconds of it.

A giraffe hung around for a while.

Then guess what? We drove up to a river bank and we were allowed to get out of the jeeps.

Hippos!

We could hear them grunting and bellowing as we stood on the bank. We stayed for quite a while, watching them disappear and reappear from the water.
This day was EPIC.
Then after lunch, we had a couple of hours to chill – and when I said a few swear words about the non-existent wifi – then we were off to a Masai village.

Here’s the famous jumping dance.

We were given a fire-making demonstration. I tell you what – these guys should go on Survivor. A handful of elephant dung, a knife and it was away, even on a windy day.

We were given a tour of the village. The guy who took our group was telling us how the women make the houses, bring up the kids, do the cooking and make crafts to sell, while the men protect the village and look after the livestock.

Janet, a woman on the tour who is distinguishing herself by her lack of filter, said to him, “That’d be right. The women do all the work while the men just laze around.”

omg.

Sylvana, the team leader, and I looked at each other, appalled. The man impassively looked at Janet for a couple of seconds, then invited us into the house. I saw Sylvana tap Janet on the shoulder and whisper something to her. Janet was well-behaved for the rest of the day.

The village was surrounded by a thick fence of thorn bushes to keep the animals out. It’s crazy… people are scared of Australia’s wildlife, but we don’t have things like lions and hippos that can rip you limb from limb.

Inside the fence, the village is built in a circle. The “village green”, if you will, is where they bring their cows and goats in at night for protection.

There are 350 people living here, which means that these huts must be packed. Polygamy is allowed here. The houses have a tiny window, presumably for safety if an animal does break in, so it was almost pitch black inside. I don’t know how the women are able to do their cooking.

These kids were mucking around with me, so I took their photo for them.

His kids.

After this, it was back to the game park for another drive. We only saw one main animal, apart from the usual zebras, gazelles and such.

But WHAT an animal.

A cheetah.

There was a documentary film crew following a cheetah around, and the other drivers had to hang back until they got their footage. Our driver was looking, looking, then he suddenly floored it when he heard something over the radio.

For ages, no one could see where he was, until Liz, who has eagle eyes, spotted him hiding behind a bush.

Rangers were there, and they allowed us to leave the road and slowly drive close to him.

Just stunning.

The Masai Mara park certainly delivered today! Tomorrow, we’re off to Tanzania.

Dad Joke of the Day:

Today was a long driving day, but with the promise of another Game drive in the Masai Mara game park.

In the morning, all I did was take photos of the people I saw along the way.

These little boys were outside the place we stopped for a morning coffee. I bought a painting of some Masai warriors here. We’re seeing a Masai village tomorrow, so they say.

So many donkeys! I love how donkeys look.

We eventually arrived, after jolting along the worst roads I’ve ever experienced. Our drivers have all said that Landcruisers are unbreakable, and they’d have to be.

We drove in and the magic began to happen.

So many zebras. Look at how brown this baby is.

A hyena, so close to the road.

Then our driver suddenly floored it. We rounded a few bends, hanging on for dear life as we stood, then we saw a big clump of jeeps.

It was a pride of lions, next to a kill that they’d made yesterday.
The aroma was pretty rank, but who cared?

They were sated, sprawled out across the grass, uncaring that we were all so close. Occasionally, one would yawn, stretch out its legs and roll over.

A couple of lionesses and some cubs were still fooling around with the carcass.

I mean… are you kidding me? We could hear them breathing.

As we were there, word had spread over the short wave, and more jeeps pulled up.

I know I call myself Fortunate Frogdancer, and I’m obviously not deluding myself!

After a few minutes, we left so that other people could see them. The lions couldn’t have cared less. The sunset was beginning to appear.

Not five minutes later, we saw a small cat dart across the road and into the scrub. It was a Seville cat, and they mainly eat birds. It was so small compared to the lions.

I’m very proud of this shot. Everyone else in the jeep was stampeding over to get a copy.

Ostriches!

Thomson’s Gazelles were everywhere. Aren’t they beautiful?

And then, as if we weren’t spoiled enough, we came across this couple. They were on their honeymoon.

When lions hook up, they stay together for around a week, ignoring food and mating every 15 minutes. These two were exhausted, but they were still holding hands. After a minute or two we left them to it.

After all, dinner was waiting.

A silver backed jackal. It looks like it has a coat strapped around it.

What an amazing afternoon.

We have the whole day here tomorrow. Can’t wait to see what else we can see.

Dad Joke of the Day:

On Sunday, we gathered at Kate’s place for Dad’s 87th birthday. She made individual chocolate mousse pots insteadof a cake, because Dad was more likely to attempt to eat mousse. It was a lovely day.

Both Kate and I are flying out of the country today, me to Africa and she to India, so we’ve passed the baton of Mum and Dad’s care to our sister-in-law Liz, who is married to our brother. She’s devoutly hoping that nothing goes wrong in the 10 days Kate will be gone.

I’ll be flying into Kenya on Wednesday and spending a few days there before moving onto Tanzania and Zanzibar. I’m sticking with just taking carry-on, though I’ve invested in a new cabin bag after seeing a couple of Foldies on my Japan trip. I’m thinking of taking them both with me but keeping one folded up, just in case I buy something crazy while I’m over there. I won’t (much) mind checking in my carry-on suitcase if I’m on the way home, and it’ll give me options…

I’m also experimenting with how I’ve packed. This time around, I’m trying ‘bundling’ rather than rolling my clothes. We’ll see how well it works as I travel around. For the initial pack, I’ve been able to fit in more clothes than usual – and 2 pairs of shoes! Naturally, I’m bringing Deanna’s pink socks and Wanda the waterbottle with me.

See you on the other side!

Dad joke of the day:

I was planning to take myself out to the restaurant here on the night I arrived, but once I’d unpacked the car in the rain and sat on the couch with a glass of wine, I wasn’t going to set foot outside again. I was at one with the couch.

So this shot is from lunch the next day. It was still pouring rain, so I grabbed a book I’d been saving for this moment and took myself out to the restaurant to celebrate having completed the Crazy Road Trip part of this holiday.

Now that I’ve done it – time to come clean.

Parts of me were nervous about doing this trip.

The first part, where I took the Ligas from my place to Adelaide, was no sweat. I’d done it before, after all. I was taking them to well-established places with major tourist attractions and I knew that the roads would be fine and there’d be no troubles with anything.

My kids, my family and friends were leery about the next part of the trip. The one where we head off into the Outback. We’ve all heard the warnings about travelling out there. I even had one friend, who shall remain nameless, call me and beg me not to do it after she read my itinerary on one of the blogs.

“You’ll kill yourself!!!” she said. Not really the sort of thing you want to hear when you’re days away from making a big trip. I crossed my fingers and vowed to prove her wrong.

Carry plenty of water. (The only time we used the extra water in the whole trip was to fill Liga’s water bottle before she went on her solo hike in the Grampians.)

Fill up at every petrol station you come across, in case the next one has run out of fuel and you’re stuck. (I did this because I had no intention of ruining the Ligas’ experience in Australia. I noticed some browsers with ’empty’ signs on them, but we always had enough premium petrol for my trusty little Golf.)

Take cash with you, in case you need to pay for something at a remote place with no internet. (Again, I made sure I had plenty of cash because I didn’t want to ruin the Ligas’ adventure. The only time I had to use it was when I was at Barkly Homestead, right in the middle of the Outback, when I handed over a $5 note to get coins for the washing machine.)

Lock your doors in (various places) because the crime rate is high. (This was a tough one. It was hard to convey to the girls that they had to be careful in some places without sounding like a paranoid Karen. The fact remains that some of the places we visited have high petty crime rates and I wanted to keep them safe. They went home without anything bad happening, so that was a win.)

You should only drive in the Outback with a large 4WD car. (When I was here in September, I kept an eye on the roads. Sure, most cars were big, but there were some smaller cars like mine. I figured, with a bit of luck, I’d be ok. I trust in the German workmanship of the Golf.)

Kangaroos, camels and cattle can run onto the road and wreck your car. (THIS was the one I was most afraid of. If a large animal appeared out of nowhere and there was no way to avoid hitting it, then yes. The holiday would be ruined. My beautiful little car would be ruined. And I (and the Ligas, maybe) might be ruined. This was one I had no control of and I decided to go with the odds.)

Overseas tourists can forget to drive on the left and can hit you. (This actually happened to a woman on the Simple Savings forum. She lived in the Northern Territory and a car driven by a French tourist ploughed into her. She was trapped and if it wasn’t for a truck driver who happened to come along and saw that her car was alight and pulled her out, she’d be dead. Her feet were mangled in the crash, so she has life-long consequences from that. She wrote a post warning me to think carefully about doing this trip. This shook me for a while, until I realised that the chances of something like this happening to TWO members of a small online forum were probably pretty minuscule. Still, I kept an eye on every single car or truck on the other side of the road, just in case.)

Take a first-aid kit with you. You may be a first responder in a place with no internet. (Thank goodness this didn’t happen. I bought a kit, but I forgot to put it in the car.)

So before I dived into my book, I ordered a glass of bubbly and raised it to myself. Sometimes we have to do things that scare us to grow.

I allowed myself to feel a little bit proud of myself.

I honestly don’t think the Ligas could have had a better holiday with me, apart from the weather on a few days, but that was out of my control. They saw so much, particularly the wildlife. As my sister Kate said a few days ago, not too many tourists come away from Australia having done a full-on road trip into the outback. They have seen a huge swathe of this country.

I’m also proud that, despite my qualms, I swung the wheel and turned left instead of right. I’ve booked so many tours for 2025, so it’s good to be reminded that I AM a capable traveller on my own.

Keep in mind that I still have a 6-hour drive to get back home again. So far, though, I’ve driven around 7,400 km.

It’s hard to process what that means until you see it on a map. It’s crazy.

But now I’m here on the LAZY part of the road trip.

Back in 2007, when I was just clawing my way out of poverty, dragging the kids with me, I bought into a timeshare. I wanted to guarantee that the boys and I would have at least one holiday a year.

This timeshare wasn’t tied to a single property, but instead uses points, which you can use on properties around Australia, New Zealand, Bali and other places around the world with partners of the timeshare. I used this partner feature when I took the kids to Phuket and when I went to Kangaroo Island this year.

Lake Crackenback, right from the start, has always been fully booked. People absolutely love it and as soon as time becomes available, it’s taken. It’s great for the snow season, but it has the lake and bushwalks etc in the warmer months as well.

Imagine my surprise when I logged on a few months ago, just to idly look for something that might be available in Nov/Dec, when I saw a week available right at this time. I grabbed it.

This created an endpoint after I decided to do the long, solo road trip. Instead of coming home for a few days, I’d arrive straight at the resort. Poor Scout. But from what Georgia says, she’s adjusting to life as a single dog. I can’t wait for her welcome when I get home, though!

There are a lot of people who own homes here, but these apartments over the water appear to be for people like me.

Poor people, in other words. Haha!

Look at these ducks. You know how most ducks glide across the water? These ones jerk their necks as they swim, making it obvious that they’re making an effort underneath the water. They also duck dive a lot. I like that.

I decided to keep the first 3 days as R & R days. During that time, I napped twice a day, read 4 books and learned that if I walked briskly around the lake 3 times, I could close all the rings on my Apple watch. That’s what I’ll be doing once I finish this post. I need to be a bit fitter than I am at present.

I was delighted to find that the path around the lake has sculptures along it. I was trying to work out what this one was all about until I read what it was called.

“The Bird Watchers.”

Here’s the bird.

The bird watchers were pointing their binoculars everywhere except where the bird actually was.

This was a hefty one, but when I was on my third round of the lake, it was swinging in the wind.

I liked this one. She could also move, but it must take a VERY strong wind to swing her around.

People can hire bikes, and use canoes and kayaks on the lake – there’s a gym, spa, pool and sauna.

I was so pleased to see this little fella. We don’t get rosellas where I live.

We have Little Ravens though. This one is very used to being fed by the people in these apartments. He isn’t afraid to get very close, particularly when people are feeding ducks and he swoops in for a share.

I love all the different shades on his feathers. His eyes also reminded me of the Bald eagles that I saw in Canada and Alaska.

I felt bad when I walked around a corner and the ducks all scuttled straight into the water. They looked as if they were getting warm, sunning themselves on the path.

If I was in England, I would’ve thought this was meant to be a mole. Maybe it’s a platypus?

Finally, do you remember the bear scat I saw on the path when I was walking on my own in Canada?

Here’s some kangaroo scat. Not nearly as fearsome, I know, but I liked how it flew my mind back to a place so far away. How incredibly lucky am I to have visited both places within 5 months of each other?

Here’s how I’m choosing to eat a meal a day. A fellow forum member from Simple Savings who does a lot of caravanning with her husband put me onto this. A toasty maker. I love a baked bean toasty. Or a cheese and ham one.

A week before I left on this trip, I saw a handy hint to help with cleaning it – to use baking paper. OMG. Game changer!

Well HOLY SHIT!!!!!

I went for that walk.

I was walking around the lake, minding my own business, when I LITERALLY almost stepped on a Red Bellied Black Snake.

My foot was millimetres from landing on it when it suddenly started moving.

I desperately tried my best to hover in mid-air while it wended its way of the way of my feet.

Honestly, it scared the living daylights out of me.

Locals said, “Yeah, it’ll kill you, but they’re very non-aggressive. “

Seems typical though. I do my best to avoid being out of doors, then when I do, it tries to kill me!!

Joke of the Day:

It turns out that there was a lookout right behind my motel in Mt Isa, so up I went. It had a painted silo there, but this was the view that dominated. I have to say that I’m not particularly drawn to Mt Isa and I was eager to get on the road and see what else there was to see.

I was listening to a ‘Casefile’ episode about the death of a young boy called Aaron Bacon who was sent to a wilderness training camp in terrain probably very similar to what I was travelling through. The poor boy. It made it all very vivid as I was looking at the dust and dirt.

The place looks as dry as a chip. Despite what friends online were telling me about flooding further down, there was no evidence of it here.

There was a memorial marker alongside the highway for Burke and Wills. I’ve always had a soft spot for these guys, ever since I read a book about their failed expedition when I was a child. They passed through here on their way up towards the Queensland coast.

Have a quick read of this link about the Burke and Wills expedition. It’s so sad – the bad luck that they had was beyond anything.

When I was with the Ligas at the second salt lake, I learned from the information board that the Dig Tree is still there.

omg.

(Maybe there’ll be another road trip one day…?)

Almost right next to the Burle and Wills memorial was this. Bad luck keeps happening, it seems.

A bit further down the road, there was a sign towards “Chinaman’s Creek Dam.” You know the rules… I turned the wheel.

It was a beautiful spot. There was a Barbeque area and playground that was filled with locals gathering for a kid’s birthday. People were using the barbie to cook snags and the smell was fantastic.

I sat there for a while, with my Antarctica Pee bottle filled with water, munching some chicken crimpy shapes. I was enjoying the view. It was nice to be in a beautiful place that others were using too.

This was sticking up by the side of the road and I liked the look of it. I snapped this without getting out of the car.

I wanted to show you what most of the creeks look like here, so I stopped the car at the bridge over Scrubby Creek and walked back to take the photo.

This country is DRY.

Cicadas were singing – and it was the middle of the day. In Melbourne, I’m only used to hearing them at dusk. The heat was beating down.

It’s a part of the country that I’m glad I’m seeing, but I wouldn’t want to live here. I don’t know how the early settlers, especially the women with those long skirts and petticoats, managed to survive with no airconditioning.

When you see lots of hawks, it means there’s fresh meat on the road. On some stretches, there were lots of dead kandaroos.

It was nearing midday and I was thinking that I’d better find somewhere to grab some lunch.

Yes, I’m not kidding. They shot the opening sequences of ‘Crocodile Dundee’ at this very pub.

And they’ve been milking it ever since.

I bought a ginger beer and a magnet in deference to the sign. They didn’t offer anything to eat, but I stayed for about half an hour, talking to the woman behind the bar and a couple of other tourists.

It fulfilled the extrovert inside this introvert. I’ll be good without human contact for days now!

The original bar in the movie was blue, and they’ve kept it around the back. She was most insistent that I go and see it, so I did.

He looks like he’s had too much whiskey, doesn’t he?

Then it was back on the road again, in search of lunch.

Little did I guess what was going to happen at the roadhouse I stopped at!

OMG – these brolgas are so BIG! They walked so close to me, without a care in the world. I was beside myself!

The roadhouse here was as grimy as Liga would have liked. There were crumbs all over the table where I sat and the owners sat at a table next to me where they’d obviously been sitting all day as it was piled high with stuff. The chips I ordered for lunch (to be safe) were ok, but I left half of them. I wanted to get out of there and keep going.

Apologies for the wonky horizon line. This is what the country looked like, going for miles. When they say there’s nothing in the middle of Australia, believe them.

This is what Winton looks like on a late Sunday afternoon.

Yep. Dead.

I was able to find a motel who gave me a room for $165 – ouch. But their wifi was excellent.

I spent most of the afternoon talking to friends and family.

Instead of getting a Roomba mower, these people have gone for the prototype.

The plaque reads:

AB. (BANJO) PATERSON
(1864-1941)
WROTE THE WORDS TO
WALTZING MATILDA AT
DAGWORTH STATION IN
THE WINTON SHIRE IN 1895
TO A TUNE PLAYED
BY CHRISTINA MACPHERSON.
THE FIRST PUBLIC PERFORMANCE
WAS IN WINTON AT THE
NORTH GREGORY HOTEL
ON APRIL 6TH 1895.
WALTZING MATILDA IS
NOW KNOWN THE WORLD
OVER AS AUSTRALIAS’ UNOFFICIAL
NATIONAL ANTHEM AND
INSPIRATION.
DURING HIS LIFE BANJO
WROTE MANY POEMS ABOUT
THE BUSH AND SET THE
TREND FOR AUSTRALIAN
LITERATURE IN ITS INFANCY.

Now you know!

Again, I have a soft spot for Banjo Patterson. Mum and Dad gave me a children’s book of poems called ‘The Animals Noah Forget’ about Aussie animals. It’s funny how much you carry with you from childhood.

So far, this is how far I’ve driven. The car was at 100,000 KMS as we left Melbourne, so it’ll be interesting to see how far my trusty little Golf drives before we get back home.

And look at this. I’d just connected with Evan28 when I glanced out of the window and saw these brolgas enjoying the water being sprayed on the lawn outside the motel.

How wonderful!

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