A Blessing On The Wheelbarrow Way

Trip Start May 09, 2013
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Trip End Jul 01, 2013


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Marble Quarries

Flag of Australia  , Queensland,
Saturday, June 8, 2013

  Last night we were invited to a farewell dinner at Eddie and his wife Nilgul's house.  We have been shown wonderful hospitality by the Kochi family and last night was no exception.  But it's time to move on, I only wish the weather had been better so that we could have fully appreciated all the wonderful tourist attractions on offer.  As Fred always says "You'd need several lifetimes to see all there is to see in Australia, so you shouldn't fret if occasionally you miss some out".Our destination today is Chillagoe.  From there we hope to explore the very ancient caves that Chillagoe is famous for.                                                                                                               We went through the town of Mareeba, once Australia's biggest tobacco growing area until the Government offered the tobacco farmers huge incentives to invest in crops other than tobacco.  We also passed through Dimbulah also once a tobacco farming community now a big coffee growing area.  Once again the scenery is just beautiful, we have had the Great Dividing Range in our view all day, and at one point the sign said "you are now driving on top of the range".  Fantastic. 
We had a slight mix up at lunch time which resulted in Fred & I heading down the Wheelbarrow Way ( yes it's really called that, and to my disappointment yet again, not a bloody person pushing a wheelbarrow).  We'd pulled up in Dimbulah, Fred had a pit stop, I picked up some milk and neither of us knew in which direction the Sunland went.  As it turned out they only went around the block in search of a level place to park for lunch.  Fred & I assumed they headed down the Wheelbarrow Way ( which is the road to Chillagoe) to find a suitable place to park.  We realised after about 5k's that maybe we had all got our wires a bit crossed.  Thank goodness for the 2 way.  To cut a long story short Bazza & Mrs Sellers stayed in town to have their lunch & Fred & I finally found a bit of a camp spot by a creek about 10k out of town.
 As we were getting out the car we were greeted very nicely by an Aboriginal lady.  Her big black lab called Moses had wandered over to say hello and she was making sure we didn't mind him poking his head in the caravan.  We all exchanged pleasantries then as I was making lunch the lady came over and knocked on the door.  She said  " Do you mind if I give you a blessing"  (I'm known to take anything that's free) I said " No, that would be lovely".  With that she held my hand then gave me 3 of the biggest mandarins I've ever seen.  I then said. " Do you mind if I give you a blessing right back"  I think she was a little stunned and not sure what to do and started to giggle.  I then gave here an armful of avo's  (Eddie had sent us away well stocked).  I think she was quite taken a back to receive a return blessing,  she introduced herself as Marjorie, her sister Maud and their dog Moses.  "Mmmmm, well we're Fred & Ginger'".  How nice was that little encounter!

  We've set up camp on the Chillagoe Rodeo grounds, the sun has been shining and it hasn't rained, it's all good, except that yet again I failed my flight attendant duties, I forgot to store one of my overhead lockers when we stopped for lunch.  How come when we travel on bitumen roads I remember to secure everything, when we travel on dirt roads I usually overlook one cupboard, and that cupboard is always the one I keep my mugs in.  Mug fatalities so far - 3.  The reject shop loves me.

 Best name: Hopscotch Creek - Didn't see anyone playing hopscotch.      
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Sandi on

OMG I went there! In my kombi on my own corregation dirt road all the way. Is it any better yet? Went out to the creek to set up camp. there were some oldies (grey nomads even then, remember I was only 22!) in their caravan.Decided to walk into town to get some milk etc and on the way got chatted up and escorted by an aboriginal guy. I was so scared but friendly. That night sitting around the campfire with the oldies, the aboriginal guy came by for a visit. EEE!
That night we had a plan if I had any unwelcome visitor I was to hit the horn and my rescuers would come to my aid. Thankfully wasnt needed. Sad to think that just because the guy was black we were scared!
I went to the caves and wandered in on my own got scared I would get lost never to be seen again and came back out.
Ahh the memories!

Debbie on

OMG now I am getting two blogs to read, Sandi's and Fred and Ginger's. Too much excitement ....seriously tho....well done Ginger for taking us on your journey, giving Sandi a trip down memory lane and me a bit of late night reading. Stay safe and keep writing love Deb xx

curryinahurry
curryinahurry on

Sandi you were one brave Bunny, don't think I could have done it on my own.

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