“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins

Sunday, 20 December 2009

Day 226 - Wednesday 16th December - Rockhampton to the Outback

Drove inland today on the way to Kroombit Cattle Station – we were a day earlier than planned, since we didn’t realise it was just as far from Gladstone as it is from Rocky, so we decided to go straight to Kroombit and save the fuel. We passed two huge Emu by the side of the road and plenty of Eucalyptus, but still haven’t seen any Koalas.

We arrived just as the cowboys and guests were having lunch – steak cooked on the open fire Barbie and plenty of salad. We were given keys to a double, air-conditioned room, but decided to park the van up and camp in Betsy instead. Spent the afternoon chilling out, sleeping and reading, all the while being entertained by families of Indian Peahens; I never knew they spent the night high up in the trees, or fought with Roosters come to that.

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