Another basic transport day today to Daly Waters Pub. It was all about the destination, not the journey today. The pub is an outback icon with quirky decor everywhere you look. Over the bar there are an endless array of signed bras (No I didn't forget an s. They are not pieces of brass, but female undergarments for the containment of those funny chest bumps things) and nickers, a wall full of footy jumpers, a tree in the beer garden is festooned with thongs (of the foot going under variety - I already told you about the other king over the bar), and a wall full of car number plates from around the country and even overseas. Cheapest camp site so far at $7 a skull - it's pretty basic, but we've paid a lot more for not much better. Booked in for the "Famous Barra n Beef BBQ" tonight. Can't wait to see if the entertainment is up to Rod's high standards - you know two working lips per face etc.
Drove out to the old WW2 airfield to see what was left not much. Surprise, surprise, Hazel didn't come with me on this outing preferring to ready herself for happy hour instead. The original main hanger is still there, but that's about it apart form some footings of fallen down or removed buildings. There is still a landing strip but I don't think it is the original one.
All that's left |
Some of the locals outside Daly Waters |
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