We had a big drive ahead of us today. We were covering about 380 kilometres. After brekky we set off onto the highway heading north. Just outside Clermont a road sign indicated that the next fuel was not until 167 kilometres. No worries, as we easily had enough to get us there. The road today was very quiet and we hardly saw any other vehicles. This is how I like it and very relaxed. It was more like driving in Western Australia today where the roads are much quieter. The bonus though with Western Australia is that the drivers seem more chilled and are much more courteous than their Queensland counterparts. This was road train country today and a few of the beasts hurtled past us. We were heading towards Charters Towers and we stopped at the servo for fuel at Beylando Crossing which was indeed 167 kilometres from the next fuel sign. As it was remote here this was the most expensive fuel stop since the Nullarbor Plain, but still a lot cheaper than the price in the UK. We had some lunch here and fed the confident and cheeky birds that came to see us. There were loads of bright and colourful parrots here. After lunch and with a full tank of fuel we got back on the highway. This section of the road was even quieter and we went for ages without seeing anybody else. The scenery was majestic and very flat. The sky was huge. It was also getting hotter. The further north we went the hotter it seemed to become. At one point a vehicle came the other way warning of an oversize load. There are lots of these on the roads in Australia and I moved over so it could get past when it reached us. Then a police car came along and they indicated to us to pull right off the road. They were quite urgent about this. Luckily we were in a good spot to do this. Then three absolutely huge oversize loads came through. They were as wide as the road itself and they went through at a terrifying speed. It seemed that they weren't going to stop for anyone or anything. We eventually got to Charters Towers and decided to drive a little bit further to a camp site at Macrossan that was in the Camps Guide. It was three kilometres off the main highway down a dirt road. The road though didn't seem too bad and wasn't that badly corrugated so we went down there. It seemed nice enough when we got there. It was in a bush setting amongst trees and looked rather quirky. There were lots of peacocks and hens roaming about the place. The lady at reception was alittle difficult to undersatnd but she was nice enough. She said that we could go wherever we wanted. We chose a quiet spot on the edge of the site with a nice open view. The peacocks came to visit us and we could also see a few little wallabies hop across the grass. It soon became apparent however that this was a strange and cliquey place. They had a seated area in the middle of the site with a camp fire and coming out of a loudspeaker was some dreadful country and western sounding stuff. Why the hell did the camp owners think it necessary to subject everyone to this stuff? Not everyone likes this type of music. I think they might object if we played Slipknot instead! Anyhow it wasn't too loud from where we were and our fan whirring it was pretty much drowned out. Later on they were all sat round with the accordion being played by somebody. The camp fire was blazing by now. This was all getting rather scary. We just hoped that we hadn't stumbled across some weird cult and were going to be the sacrifice later. We locked the doors. We did have to venture out later on after dark to go to the toilet though and found everywhere quiet by then. Whatever truly went on we will never know!