Once again a good road so easy travelling. I expected more desert & plains so this photo gives a good indication of the country. Vegetation is scrubby but still a bit of greenery and a few hills.
Stopped at the Renner Springs Desert Roadhouse. Hanging baseball caps & stickers is a big thing in most of the pubs out here. Everywhere we stop, pubs, roadhouses, supermarkets etc. there is an Irish girl working. Forget the boat people the Irish are invading this country from a hole somewhere in the outback.
The interior of the Daly Waters Pub. This is the bar or should I say bra section of the pub. The undies are on the other end of the bar. So as you can see they have really gone overboard with " stuff" on the walls & ceiling. And yes......she's Irish!
We camped out the back, along with quite a few others. Had a fillet steak again for dinner which we shared as the steaks are the size of a bread & butter plate.
Tony met up with a guy he hadn't seen for 37 yrs - recognised his voice sitting at the next table.
The pub is actually the PO. The Greyhound bus arrived during the evening. The staff pounced on the three white mailbags, emptied the contents on the ground, did the sorting of parcels, letters & papers in an instant & settled in to devour the Katherine Times & junk mail. Apparently the bus usually arrives on time unless it has the bad luck to run over someone sleeping on the road. We read today that in 1888 it was recorded that the mailbag was sort after - nothing has changed in the outback despite Internet as it is not always available for contact.
Main St Daly Waters
Another noisy night (3 out of the last 5 ) some young Italians parked their bus in front of us & the next door campervan, then proceeded to set up tents & a swag around us like we were the wagon train for protection from the wild west, they then smoked and talked until 5 in the morning. Now as old farts in caravan parks don't take too kindly to being kept awake all night we didn't bother to whisper or gently lower the remains of bottles into the garbage bins. Gee bottles make a noise on tin when used as basketballs? They unfortunately also set up in the shade of the western sun and boy does that morning easterly sun shining on a swag and in through the fly net make you sweat! Poor things they were up at 7.30 looking decidedly worse for wear.
S ..t.! As I write this a Whizbang ( backpackers in mini vans) have pulled up next door. God help the if they want to party.
I think I will join them in my singlet & nickers, that should get them to bed!
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