Robinvale looked little better in the morning light. Our room was totally not equipped for eating, although it had a toaster and kettle. There were no spoons, or plates, so we ate our muesli, mixed in the yogurt carton and used a teaspoon, eating straight from the carton itself. We may have hit rock bottom!
On the road by 9.00: farm, vineyard, bush, outback. The wind had dropped sufficiently for the sky to resume normal coloring and the red soil remained on the ground. Cruise control helped the scenery pass, and not another car either way.
Hundreds of miles melted behind us.
Gradually the world turned greener and gold mining towns came into view.
Dunolly is such a contrast to Robinvale. It has charm, ‘antique’ shops, and a cafe with pie and coffee. I love it!
Maryborough is really large by comparison, with an ex-mining college, a station and two main streets with shops!
Our bed and breakfast is a Victorian house with massive high ceilings and small windows, making the rooms dark even though they are well proportioned..
We walk into town and chat to two sisters who are doing up their mum’s garden. They tell us all the eating establishments in the area and we choose the most expensive as a treat.
The Supreme Court had a simple menu, steak, chicken in Parma ham, fish of the day. We both chose steak. It took over half an hour to come, but we understood. The restaurant was very busy; it is Easter!
When it came, John began eating and a beetle, one cm long crawled out of his salad onto the table, where I beheaded it. Of course we told the waitress, who was very sorry and said unhelpful things like, “That’s the third bad thing that’s happened today. We have been very busy.”. And “sorry!”
We agreed to have another, they offered us some more drinks. We only paid half price for the food. Still, just as we were thinking we had reached civilization… Yuk!