22/9/9 Tuesday Magnetic island to Mission Beach Guido our driver joined us on the return ferry back over to Townsville to pick up the Oz bus to carry on North. We drove straight to Mission Beach only stopping briefly for lunch in Cardwell where we saw several dugongs swimming in the bay and you could see over to Hitchinbrook island from there which is the largest of the tropical islands. We made another brief stop at the golden gumboot in Tully. Tully is notorio...

20/9/9 Sunday Airlie Beach to Magnetic Island We were picked up by a new driver, Sonic, who looked very like Neil Morrisey. we left Airlie, drove through Bowen and stopped at a dodgy cafe for breakfast. we drove into Townsville but had only got 5 minutes before the ferry left so to avoid rushing we decided to get some tickets and catch the next one in an hours time. to kill the time we had a drive round Townsville and went to the supermarket for snacks. Townsvil...

15/9/9 Kroombit to Airlie Beach We left Kroombit early after a breakfast of cereal toast and beans.....yummy!! We had the longest drive of ten hours to Airlie so after a few hours drive the journey was broken up with a game of bare foot bowls at Rockhampton. We played two ends of green bowls with bare feet as the title suggests. It was a good job no-one else was playing as we managed to send our balls across three different lanes!! It was a good laugh and broke ...

14/9/9 Monday 1770 to Kroombit We set off on the bus heading towards Kroombit Cattle station, our home for the night. We stopped in a small town called Miriam Vale for breakfast and then headed inland through a town called Biloela, Aboriginal for white cockatoo. just outside of that town was the working cattle station at Kroombit. The cattle station was great with an outside dining area, open fire with a jerry can boiling over it, a calf tethered up and a barbec...

Sunday 13/9/9 Rainbow to 1770 We left Rainbow Beach with a new driver Scooter and the smelly girls from our Fraser trip. It is not good in the confines of a bus and we were all suffering with the smell, goodness knows how they couldn't smell themselves !!! We passed through one of Queensland's oldest towns, Maryborough, where the writer of Mary Poppins, P L Travers, was from. There was a statue of Mary in the main street and the town had some fantastic old Queen...