Day one – let the fun begin!

Wooohooo! Emma, Amy and Oliver arrived a couple of days ago. I’m not sure who was more excited. It’s nice for the shoe to be on the other foot when it comes to greetings at an airport. As we are now all together July 6 we shall declare day 1.

The van park is great. Your choice of three diffent pools. I haven’t run for a few days now, mostly cause I haven’t felt the need after pulling Amy and Oliver through the water, swimming laps with Oliver on my back and making numerous trips to the teenager infested loos with one or two children perched on my shoulders, back, front or various combintions thereof. Continue reading “Day one – let the fun begin!”

I love tail winds!

In Cloncurry I trotted off for a little jog down a dirt road to the west right next to the van park, got three km in and came to a small crest where upon a mine opened up before me. Didn’t look like a huge operation but I guess that can happen in this part of the world. From Cloncurry we drove on to Camooweal a lazy 311 km away. As its a couple of days later now I can’t speciffically recall that particular stretch of road, with the exception of Mt Isa. The mine dwarfed the city and I discovered that a tour of the operation has been voted as one of the top 100 things to do on some Australian tourism website. Still no time for us to linger, nor too much inclination, there will be more mines to see. Continue reading “I love tail winds!”