Yowah!

There’s a name for it but I can’t remember – I know where we are cos there’s a sign out front but I can’t remember where we’ve been except to say that in looking back at the last post I know we were headed for Nindigully.

Reference the map – next stop the Nindigully Pub. Now about 45km south of St George for those anal enough to care, we drive  past a sign that says “free showers and toilets Nindigully Hotel”. Well they’ve got me, and, about 10000 other grey nomads. The Pub is a shed (albeit not called such and a bit more interestingly fitted out), is very old but is clearly a significant stopover for nomads and truckies – vans, motor homes, trucks everywhere. An extensive but also relatively expensive menu for dinner but not much of it available tonight. What we had was quite good but not what we actually hungered for in the first place. BUT, the place was unique and unquestionably worth a visit…… .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On to St George. Robyn has friends here with whom we shared a BBQ at the caravan park on Saturday night. Delightful company, Coralie and Ian Hannah. Ian runs a road maintenance and construction business after leaving the land some years ago and now spends an awful lot of time in the car travelling around the various work sites throughout southern Qld – 1000km a day is not uncommon.

The St. George show was on Sunday, an event not to be missed! Horses, hot dogs, cattle, tractors, side shows, bands, donuts, beer, produce competitions, art shows, fireworks and even a demolition derby. Oh such fun!…..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I know you can’t discern much of the demolition derby from the photos but nor could we at the ground. We saw the “winner” on display at the local servo the next day but who really cares. The Unique Egg was something of a local attraction we had to see before leaving town….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

These are emu eggs, carved by a Greek who emigrated here some 50 or 60 years ago. Whilst presently in Greece on holidays he will be back to continue his art. It’s fantastic and what you see above are just a few examples of what’s on display. Stunning.

 

Well time like us moves on. After all the fun of the fair it was time to continue the voyage of discovery, so after morning tea with the Hannahs we moved further west. Robyn had found a free camp at Bollon on a prior trip so there we headed, all of 110 km for the day. Well,  every one that was at Nindigully must have also known the spot and so  we were inundated with nomads.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ended up spending two nights parked up with the companionship of Bob & Marg McCulloch of Maryborough (Qld) who were waiting on four or five others to turn up to go to the Eulo music festival and then were joined by Dale and Cathy Cash, friends of Robyns with whom we toured the Great Ocean Road a couple of years ago. A couple of really great nights around a roaring fire.

 

 

 

Interesting site this – apparently privately owned land but developed for the tourists with fresh water, toilets and showers for a donation. I would imagine in wetter times the river (Wallam Creek) and environs would be quite attractive but as it was so dry the water was low the grounds were dusty and the river was full of Carp.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I guess the cemetery at the end of the road was also  an attractive feature for many of the nomads.

Moved on to Eulo taking lots of photos of nothing. This is a very desolate part of Australia…..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

with Cunnamulla somewhere in there, just in time for lunch…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

no power or water but toilets and what passed as a shower. At least the water was hot.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Above are the advertised (billboards along the road) “grassy sites”, the beer garden, the local fauna, the main street and the heavy traffic of Eulo. 16km out of town on dirt road which I wasn’t game to tackle was the Eulo country music festival. As best we can judge, hundreds of people have headed there for its four days and its literally in the middle of nowhere –  go figure!

To avoid sounding like a travelogue I’ll leave tonights  adventure for another day.