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Thursday 20/12/13
Gone to jail
Back roads are always more interesting and so was the narrow road leading to Maryborough (which the Aussies pronounce as Merry Burrah)which is reached via a road cutting through extensive pine tree plantations. Both of us are feeling a bit uncomfortable as we both suffer from some sunburn. It was a 30 plus degree hot day yesterday but as there was a lot of wind the heat was not so noticeable. However at night, after a shower we both were shivering, a sign of sun damage to the skin.
In Maryborough we stopped for a stroll along the local market but both could not stand the sun on our skin. Best just to stay in the air-conditioned car and travel further the Harvey Bay.
Harvey Bay is a beautiful town, compact and modern with everything you would need to have a nice life there like right on your doorstep, fantastic beaches with the turquoise coloured sea lapping the shores. The about 500 meter long wooden jetty is a good place for a stroll and observe other people trying their luck to catch "the big one". Towards 6pm we arrived in Bundaberg, famous for the two drinks that come from here. Bundaberg Rum (or Bundy Rum) and Bundaberg Ginger Beer. A non alcoholic beer made from… you guessed it, ginger.
After deciding to give camping a miss we hunted around for a backpacker but that turned out to be a harder task than first thought. The area around Bundaberg consists of dark red to brown soil and is very fertile. The area is a main growing district for the production of vegetables for which harvests many foreigners/backpackers come here to do some work for periods to suit them and provide them with some travel money. All backpackers were full until we were pointed into the direction of a newly established backpacker which is located in a old police station. All “bedrooms” are former prison cells. So for tonight we sleep in jail in a cell measuring about 3 by 4 meters with three bunk beds in them . One of them is occupied by a young French guy who told us tell us what it was like to work on the farms and how they were treated. (another interesting story , perhaps better for another time.)
Gone to jail
Back roads are always more interesting and so was the narrow road leading to Maryborough (which the Aussies pronounce as Merry Burrah)which is reached via a road cutting through extensive pine tree plantations. Both of us are feeling a bit uncomfortable as we both suffer from some sunburn. It was a 30 plus degree hot day yesterday but as there was a lot of wind the heat was not so noticeable. However at night, after a shower we both were shivering, a sign of sun damage to the skin.
In Maryborough we stopped for a stroll along the local market but both could not stand the sun on our skin. Best just to stay in the air-conditioned car and travel further the Harvey Bay.
Harvey Bay is a beautiful town, compact and modern with everything you would need to have a nice life there like right on your doorstep, fantastic beaches with the turquoise coloured sea lapping the shores. The about 500 meter long wooden jetty is a good place for a stroll and observe other people trying their luck to catch "the big one". Towards 6pm we arrived in Bundaberg, famous for the two drinks that come from here. Bundaberg Rum (or Bundy Rum) and Bundaberg Ginger Beer. A non alcoholic beer made from… you guessed it, ginger.
After deciding to give camping a miss we hunted around for a backpacker but that turned out to be a harder task than first thought. The area around Bundaberg consists of dark red to brown soil and is very fertile. The area is a main growing district for the production of vegetables for which harvests many foreigners/backpackers come here to do some work for periods to suit them and provide them with some travel money. All backpackers were full until we were pointed into the direction of a newly established backpacker which is located in a old police station. All “bedrooms” are former prison cells. So for tonight we sleep in jail in a cell measuring about 3 by 4 meters with three bunk beds in them . One of them is occupied by a young French guy who told us tell us what it was like to work on the farms and how they were treated. (another interesting story , perhaps better for another time.)
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