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We cracked on early, despite a few mishaps before we left Mt Isa - a speed hump I didn't see and forgetting to take off the handbrake on the van. However, as always, we muddled through.
It was a great run to Camooweal, with sensationally low fuel consumption figures we haven't seen on this trip so far.
Our digs tonight are behind the
Post Office Hotel at Camooweal, which is closer to the NT border than any other Queensland town. The caravan park is a new addition since out last visit in 2008. In fact, the whole town seems to have had a coat of paint and tidy up. The sites of the park are a 4 out of five but the amenities, which look like ex shearers or miners prefabs, are a two at best.
Our reason for stopping was a visit to the
Drover's Camp, a museum put together by volunteers, many of whom where long time drovers. One of them, Tom, met us on arrival and let us know that they weren't running tours this lat in the dry season, as there are not enough people. He then spent 45 minutes with us in front of a map of Australia's famous stock routes, explaining each and dropping in some rich anecdotes, many of which were personal. The displays are well catalogued and it appears that part of the tour is a sit around an imagined camp fire while tales are told. In the end, we didn't feel like we missed out. Tom was very generous with his time.
We had a short commune with the bar of the pub during happy hour with an unhappy, very bossy and aggressive French barmaid. Yeah, right. A French barmaid in Camooweal. One drink was enough.
On to Barkly Homestead tomorrow and as luck would have it, the chance to watch Alison Forbes play her last gig before moving on.
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