Hi,
Left Dalby at 9:30 am and arrived Roma at 3. Rosemary and Paul were already set up and we went to the Club Hotel for dinner. Typical country pub with kids by the dozens!
Freezing night but woke to a nice sunny day. Rosemary showed us a shop in Roma that should be on a tourist map. It would be the size of DJ's or Myers ground floor and is filled to the ceiling with stuff. They sell absolutely anything and everything you want. They must have 10,000 rolls of fabric! There are saucepans, cutlery, china, buttons, plastic, etc. etc. The aisles are packed to the rafters - I'd hate to be in there if there was a fire. (Incidentally, Rose and I bought stuff in there for our caravans!!)
We spent the afternoon at the Bowls Club with the local characters - and gee, they are real characters.
Left early morning for the 270 km drive to Rolleston. By the way, fuel is 134.9 and expected to get dearer the further we travel.
Rolleston - well, what can we say. There's nothing there but a small pub, a few houses, and the caravan park. Every house had a wreck or wrecks in the yard. Every 5-10 mins a road train went through filled with cattle. It was another freezing night in the caravan and the Amenities block could do with a spruce up - if you know what I mean!! Rolleston caters for miners who mine all around the area. Before the mining companies can start their exploration, the indigenous people must, by law, walk the area looking for sacred sites. If found, the mining company must negotiate with them and if none found, the mining companies move in.
Left Dalby at 9:30 am and arrived Roma at 3. Rosemary and Paul were already set up and we went to the Club Hotel for dinner. Typical country pub with kids by the dozens!
Freezing night but woke to a nice sunny day. Rosemary showed us a shop in Roma that should be on a tourist map. It would be the size of DJ's or Myers ground floor and is filled to the ceiling with stuff. They sell absolutely anything and everything you want. They must have 10,000 rolls of fabric! There are saucepans, cutlery, china, buttons, plastic, etc. etc. The aisles are packed to the rafters - I'd hate to be in there if there was a fire. (Incidentally, Rose and I bought stuff in there for our caravans!!)
We spent the afternoon at the Bowls Club with the local characters - and gee, they are real characters.
Left early morning for the 270 km drive to Rolleston. By the way, fuel is 134.9 and expected to get dearer the further we travel.
Rolleston - well, what can we say. There's nothing there but a small pub, a few houses, and the caravan park. Every house had a wreck or wrecks in the yard. Every 5-10 mins a road train went through filled with cattle. It was another freezing night in the caravan and the Amenities block could do with a spruce up - if you know what I mean!! Rolleston caters for miners who mine all around the area. Before the mining companies can start their exploration, the indigenous people must, by law, walk the area looking for sacred sites. If found, the mining company must negotiate with them and if none found, the mining companies move in.
Left this morning (Tuesday) for Clermont which is the home of the Blair Athol Mine. Clermont looks much more prosperous than Rolleston and not a bad place, actually. On the main road there are 2 wild game fridge containers on the side of the road where the pig/kangaroo shooters put the animals they have shot. Tomorrow I'll take a photo and put it here. (I took one today but it didn't come out - new camera!!)
Here for 2 nights before heading further north. Will keep in touch.
Love to all. xoxo
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