Monday, 19 August 2013

Cape Crawford to Daly Waters Pub 18 August 2013

Well in case you've been losing sleep over the great Coad Sisters v Rod Dowsett debate, let me put all your worries to bed by declaring Rod the outright winner by a lip. Yes, while the sisters Coad had many lips between them, only the lower one on each of their mouths ever appeared to be functional. Rod on the other hand has full use of both upper and lower lips making him a clear winner in the speaking between numbers and singing stakes. Not only that but he played a mean geeetar. A great night was had by all.
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
While out looking at this I stumbled across the Stuart Tree which the explorer John McDougall Stuart is 'presumed' to have carved his initials while on his journey from Adelaide to Darwin in 1861. I couldn't see any initials but who am I to cry foul.


Some of the locals outside Daly Waters

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