Trip Start Oct 02, 2005
103Trip End Sep 28, 2006
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Where I stayed
Queensland about 1000 miles away from Sydney. Booked
the flight on Saturday, flew up on Sunday to a place
called Rockhampton and arrived with 2 minutes to spare
until the bus left for Emerald. Unfortunately the bus
is only a mini bus that holds 25 people. Normally
this wouldn't be a problem because so few people want
to go to the middle of no where, but on this
particular night there's 25 Koreans who are going to
work on the same farm I am
the night in "Rocky". I booked my seat on the bus for
the next night (there's only 1 per day), and phoned
the local YHA. Luckily for me there is actually IS a
YHA in this place or I'd have to spend 4 times as much
on a hotel. Rocky is apparently the Beef Capital of
Australia, and that night was the final night of a
week long festival celebrating all things beef. There
were performances on, live bands, opera singers,
market stalls, street performers... it was actually a
good night. I bought a wee whiskey (Jamesons, the
best I could get out here and surprisingly cheap) and
walked up and down mingling with locals and farmers
who had come as far as 500 km just for the festival.
I actually felt at home walking about in my hat. :)
Ended up that night sitting in a bar getting drunk
with two guys from Wexford, so it wasn't a bad night.
So I wake up the next morning fully
refreshed after half a bottle of whiskey, and I've got
all day to hang about until my bus that night
time by going to the Botanical Gardens and small zoo
that's the pride and joy of Rocky. There, two things
happen. One is I remember I'm back in the Tropics
because I'm being eaten alive my mosquitoes, and two,
that Cailin was right, and koalas actually do smell of
The zoo here isn't bad for such a small town, but there was one moment that sticks out in my mind. There's a large crocodile at this particular zoo, and all that seperates it from the visitor is a wire fence. So this crock is lying in the sun having a wee nap about a foot from me and I'm trying to get a photograph as close as I can. I'm right up against the fence, my camera is actually through the wire and I'm concentrating on the croc, incase it jumps up and takes my hand off. Then I look up and 3 inches from my face is the most evil looking spider I've ever seen. It's orange and black, which is natures way of saying "Don't f**k with me!"
I'm not sure what happened next. There may have been a girly scream involved and a brown stain enters the story around this stage.