While I waited for him to do his job, I walked around the charming town; it was cute, but not too much (i.e. Moomin-Valley Syndrome was absent), and had plenty of Heritage architecture. This is the birth town of the author of Mary Poppins, as was evident in this statue in front of her birth house:

Speaking of families, after I had done climbing in the best climbing tree I've seen so far, in the Queens Park, I ran into these youngsters. The Lady in the right asked if I would like to take a Photograph of her. As I did, the young Gentleman on the left rose up, too. He informed me, that once back home, I could show this Photograph to my firends and tell them 'these are who make the future young ruffians'. So now You know, too.

I pushed my bike to Hervey Bay, the Gateway to the Fraser Island, a wonderful UN World Heritage site: 75 miles long sand island, all of it a National Park. No paved roads, only sand paths barely wide enough for a vehicle. The ride was very bumpy even with a four-wheel-drive bus:



More to follow later.
Good luck and godspeed!
Paddlewick
1 comment:
Hearty hello!
How unfortunate your "pushie" has been giving you trouble. I hope the local smith could remedy said equipment to your satisfaction, as to allow you to safely continue onwards with your adventures?
As the explorer's equipment often has to endure such merciless conditions, you should ensure Jeeves is carrying the essential tools and widgets needed to help oneself, should one encounter such misfortune along the colonies' more remote pathways.
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