Change of plan. Theres no work to be found and the weather is shit. It's like camping in the north of england during a particularly shitty Easter holiday. I have a delightful cold that is preventing me from sleeping well, and Barbara has to cope withe me snoring and drooling and sneezing and snorting my way through Oz.
She still loves me though. I checked.
We decided to skip the farm areas and just get to Townsville/Cairns, where we will use our feminine wiles and land a couple of bar jobs. Or threaten people until they employ us.
But depite the above complaints, we are still having a really good time. I love the long roads; the scenery keeps changing, wild animals over the place and really pretty birds. Also the occasional weird sight and odd town that we have taken pictures of. The long roads give me and babs the chance to have deep and meaningful conversations; like how our vegetable diet has mutually affected our gastrointestinal system. Sharing is caring...
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