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Gee you're brave
Well at least it seems that a lot of people think that
Chris and I are brave. After all we sold everything and
headed off into the unkown.
But, bravery is the confrontation
of fear, there cannot bravery without fear, and, as we don't
fear doing what we're doing we are not brave to do it.
You see I've been moving around
for as long as I can remember (actually even longer), I
must have lived in 40 houses and in 20 towns, cities and
countries so I just see this change in lifestyle as an extension
And Chris is actually part Romani
Now take the scenario that probably
80% of Australians follow, living in the same house in the
same town with a steady job while raising three kids, that's
so scary I can hardly bring myself to write about it.
So no, we're not brave, just
doing what we want to do and having a ball. Are you?
Till next time then, and remember,
Don't Dream it, Be it!
Mon 10 Sept 2001
The Canberra rally. We move to Exhibition Park In Canberra
(EPIC) just before the 16th CMCA annual rally.
As locals we are involved in the running of
the rally but have been so busy trying to finish our rig that
we haven't really done as much as other members of our chapter.
In all there were about 650 rigs at the rally,
not large by CMCA standards but it seems many people were worried
about the potential for less-than-perfect weather in Canberra
at this time of year.
As it happens we did have perfect weather with
just a little rain one night.
Readers of Caravan World may recognize"The Beast",
the subject of Malcolm Gray's monthly column.
Sat 29 Sept
The garage sale goes well, everything we own is now in (or at
least next to) the truck. What didn't sell gets thrown in a rubbish
skip we had delivered last week. Skis, heaters, chairs, the lot.
Much was retrieved by people and we gave many of the working appliances
to Olly, a local character who ekes a living from what he finds
Sun 30 Sept
The new owners are moving in today so I guess we're moving out.
We agreed on a 12noon changeover and at 12:02 we walk out of the
workshop. Eight minutes later I start the truck's engine, we were
now officially living on the road.
I drive up the driveway and as I reach the top
apply a hard lock and reverse right into our neighbour's drive.
As first trips go I guess this wasn't the most
arduous but we've got to start somewhere :-). Actually we still
have a pile of stuff to pack into the truck and in order to get
out of the workshop in time we had just dumped it next door.
The truck parked next door as we finish packing. Chris cleans
the solar panels as we are no longer connected to power and
rely on them.
Wed 3 Oct
We return to EPIC, it's a little different without the 650-odd
motor homes of the rally but we don't have time to admire the
In the rush to get out of the workshop we didn't
have a chance to sort most of our stuff or even reject much of
the gear we really don't need. So now's the time.
The EPIC management kindly allow us the use
of a large shed so we unloaded everything and get to work.
The truck inside a massive shed at EPIC.
Hard to see here but this is an incredible amount of stuff,
and it all came out of the truck.
Sat 6 Oct
Still in the EPIC shed, we've had another massive cull and sort.
Everything we're keeping is now back in the truck and we should
be able to leave in a day or so.
This shed has been a godsend, with the recent
rain and freezing winds it would have been impossible to rearrange
our possessions without shelter. As it was the majority of our
gear has been left on the ground for several days, fortunately
no-one saw fit to steal anything.
Sun 7 Oct
We're down to the last pile of stuff. After giving loads of records,
books and tools to friends as semi-permanent loans we were left
with a 44 gallon drum and several boxes full of rubbish.
We find a trolley behind one of the sheds and
load it up. It's raining and there's a wind that cuts right through
us but there's a rubbish skip a few hundred metres away so we
head off, hauling the remains of our old life.
The last pile of junk heads off to a rubbish skip.
We drag our load up the hill to the skip's location,
or at least the spot that was it's location YESTERDAY. The bloody
thing has been removed. We haul the lot back to the shed.
There's just one more thing to sort out, three
items of antique furniture. We've been lugging these things around
for days, moving them every time we stop, then packing them again
when we drive.
We've rung several shops, and even drove the
truck to one so they could appraise the items, with no luck and
I was getting a bit sick of it.
We decide to try one more shop so we drive out
to Hall Antiques, he is not interested even though he'd offered
us several hundred dollars a year ago. He knows we were heading
off and I think figures we'll just give them to him.
By now we are really pissed off, "Ok"
I say, "there's a rubbish skip on the corner, that's where
these are going". (Chris is saying something similar apparently
but I don't hear) I pick up one chair and stride off.
I get half way across the road when Chris calls
me back, "He's offered $200" she said.
Mon 8 Oct
After yet another delay, this one caused by a broken weld on the
stairs, we finally head off after watching a current affairs program
inform us that the world is going to hell in a Taliban handbasket.
Tue 9 Oct
Just drive down the Hume then turned off onto the Sturt Hwy, finally
stopping in a rest area about 30k east of Wagga.
Wed 10 Oct
Drive into Wagga and spend the morning in the shopping centre.
Leave town and stop at a nice rest area just on the outskirts.
As we pull up a motorcycle follows us in. The
rider gets off and says "Are you the photographer?",
it seems he had seen the rig at Wee Jasper several months ago
and then, quite by chance, had found my web site. When he saw
us driving through town he just had to follow and hope that we
would pull over so he could say g'day. He's a budding photographer
interested in getting into aircraft photography.
We have a long lazy lunch then head off towards
Shane & Melissa's place in Culcain. It's not far so we cruise
at about 35mph and also have a long afternoon tea in Henty. Pulling
into Culcain we find Shane & Melissa's place and camp on a
stock route just a few houses away.
Thu 11 Oct
We leave Culcain early and park near the main street of Albury
A quick check of the local phone book gives
us the numbers of several tyre fitting places and we organize
Beaurepairs to fit the tyres we will soon purchase.
We buy two folding camp chairs and browse a
few book shops then return to the truck to find that we have a
parking ticket. I check the tyres for chalk marks and there are
none, these inspectors must have incredible memories, how the
dickens did he remember that ours was the same vehicle that had
been parked for over two hours?
Leaving Albury we cross into Victoria and stop
outside Northeastern Truck Wreckers. I buy two tyres and a set
of emergency triangles and the owner promises to drop the tyres
at Beaurepairs when he goes to lunch.
We then drive to Beaurepairs and leave the truck
there while we browse more shops. I get a phone call to say that
our old tubes are no good and we should really put new ones in.
We leave town and head down the Hume before
turning off onto the Murray Valley Hwy. We reach Rutherglen just
on dark and drop anchor next to the Lions park.
Fri 12 Oct
After a pretty drive along the Murray we reach Cobram and turn
north to Tocumwal (called Toc locally, pronounced "toke")
arriving at Steve & Jill's block about lunch time.
While chatting we hit on the idea that we may
be able to get the truck's roadworthy done locally. We drive to
several mechanic's shops with no luck. They are either not able
to do large vehicles or want to just about pull down the entire
truck to test everything, at $50 an hour. We're looking for someone
that won't be quite as thorough, or expensive.
While out and about we explore some camping
sites along the Murray on the Victorian side. There are some great
spots here that we earmark for later. Right on the beach and just
a couple of k's from Toc and, even better, apparently the local
authorities are happy for people to stay as long as they like
because they're spending money in the town.
Steve & Jill recently bought this block,
it only has two sheds, one a workshop and the other an ablutions
building with a shower and dunny. They have two small caravans
parked and use them for accommodation when they're in town, while
a few blankets suspended from the workshop roof partition off
a "lounge room".
We spend the evening in the lounge room drinking
Steve's marvellous home brew under the light of several candles
(no power till next week).
Sat 13 Oct
Still at Steve & Jill's. We spend the day doing some work
on the truck when it's not raining and chatting in the lounge
room when it is. Accounted for some more home brew.
Sun 14 Oct
We said our goodbyes to Steve, Jill & Daniel (their son who
arrived from Melbourne yesterday night) and set off.
It's a short drive up the Cobb Hwy towards Hay
then we turn west to Moulamein. The road is really good for a
while, then just good, then average. It's bitumen but quite narrow
About half way along the road we spot a very
macabre sight, several dead foxes hanging in pairs over a branch
at the side of the road.
Dead foxes strung up over a tree, very bizarre.
At 6:10 we reach Moulamein and pull over for
tea. We planned to press on but only because I thought we would
not get CDMA reception here and, tomorrow morning, I want to ring
the mechanic about our road worthy inspection. As it happened
there was a new CDMA tower installed just last week and the reception
is fine, so we move around the corner to the Lions park, a nice
spot right on the banks of the Edward River.
The Edward River at Moulamein.
Mon 15 Oct
We rise early and stroll around the town, no bakery unfortunately
but a nice place nonetheless.
I get talking to the owner of one of the local
pubs, or at least he was the owner of one of the local
pubs, he's now just the owner of the building because the town
couldn't support two pubs.
The two pubs at Moulamein, the one on the left has now closed
because the town can't support two watering holes.
He suggested that we try getting a road worthy
inspection at Tooleybuc. We chatted for a while then, as we parted,
I asked for the name of the town again. It's easy he said, just
remember "Where the f*** is Tooleybuc". I return to
the truck with that literary gem firmly in my mind. As we leave
town we pass the local school and all the kids wave.
Later on I spot a familiar shape on the road
ahead. It's a lizard basking on the black top and he isn't moving
for anyone. It's not usually a good idea to play chicken with
a 14-tonne truck and I don't normally adjust my line on the road
for a small animal but there was no traffic and I had plenty of
time. This time I veer to the other side of the road and the lizard
Arriving in Robinvale at about 2PM I am ready
for a cuppa but Chris says I should get the truck's rego done
first. Just as well she does because we had some drama, not with
the rego changeover as such, but with getting the money to pay
The actual changeover went unbelievably well
and within a couple of hours we were enjoying that cuppa with
brand new Victorian number plates firmly bolted to the truck.
Evening light on the bridge at Robinvale. Shot from right
next to the truck in the Riverview caravan park.
Tue 16 Oct
Today we thought we'd change licenses and also change the bike's
rego to Victoria. Once again things went smoothly.
We meet one of the park residents today. Klaus
is German born and came to Australia in 1968. In 1994 his woman
left him and he had financial problems so he sold everything,
bought a push bike and hit the road. Seven year later he's been
all around Australia and is having a ball.
His current vehicle is a weird cross between
a recumbent bicycle and a paddle steamer. It's a boat-shaped device
with three wheels, two on the sides towards the front and a third
at the rear. In water the side wheels are swapped for rotary paddles.
Klaus lives on $5 a day and is having a ball,
OK you have to be fit for this lifestyle but which comes first,
the fitness or the lifestyle?
The Riverside caravan park is very pleasant,
as the name implies it's right on the banks of the Murray, the
ablutions block is spotless. Big rigs will have no problem but
the area they indicated was for them is down near the bridge and
can be a bit noisy until the traffic dies down at night.
Wed 17 Oct
After doing a few small jobs on the truck we leave town at about
1PM. Arriving at Balranald about 2 and park next to the Lions
park. Spent two hours deciding whether to go straight to QLD or
visit friends on the way up. Also should we go to the Barcaldine
rally (means hanging around QLD during the summer) or come back
south? We decided not to go to Barcy and to return to the south
for the majority of the summer.
We leave Balranald and head off onto the notorious
Hay Planes, hundreds of kilometres with not a single hill.
After a few hours we reached Hay, we drive down
the main drag and turn west into Moppett street following the
"rest area" signs. On reaching the rest area we enter
it only to find four small parking bays nestled into the shrubbery.
I park nose in to one of them but the truck's arse pokes out so
far that it blocks the other bays. I reverse onto the street,
turn, and start to reverse back into the rest area with the idea
that I can put the rear of the truck over the bushes and thus
not block the area.
Chris is on the street directing when a woman
comes rushing up to her, she's the local tourist information officer.
"There's a better place for your truck" she says, "continue
down this road then turn left onto Hatty St, follow it until it
bends to the left then take the dirt road on the right".
We follow her instructions and a few minutes
later are set up at Sandy Point, a lovely spot right on the river.
We still don't know if she was being helpful or didn't want the
truck to scare the school kids next morning :-).
Thu 18 Oct
Sheep. Most people deal with sheep in the evening by counting
them to get to sleep. Well we have more than enough to count this
morning. Early on I thought I could hear sheep outside the truck
but decided I was dreaming and went back to sleep. Later the noise
became more constant so I got up and, lo-and-behold the truck
is surrounded by sheep, 5000 of them as it happens (no I didn't
count them, I asked the farmer). They were on their way to market
and I guess the park is a stock route.
Surrounded by sheep at Sandy Point. This shot from the truck's
Another day on the Hay planes, dead flat, dead
straight and dead boring, or at least that's what most people
think. I agree with the first two but still find things of interest.
We drive for ages then decide to reach the town
of Gunbar before having a rest, however I weaken after a while
and we stop in a rest area. As it turns out we stopped very close
to the town because about a minute after heading off we encountered
the "Gunbar" sign, ten seconds later we pass its counterpart
on the other side of town. In the blink of an eye (Chris actually
missed it) we had entered and left the town of Gunbar, or should
I say the building of Gunbar. It seems that the town is
actually just a corrugated iron hall and two outside dunnies.
The rest of the day passes with no variation
except for a single hill that requirs me to change gears, something
I'd almost forgotten how to do.
On entering West Wyalong we check out the Lions
park but it was right next to the caravan park and it's bad form
to camp within sight of a caravan park, besides there is a "no
camping" sign. We wind up at Cooinda park on the eastern
side of town (Wyalong) right near the highway, obviously a popular
spot as there are already three other motor homes and a caravan
in residence. The park has a replica mine head which is quite
interesting and good clean dunnies.
The replica mine head in Cooinda Park, Wyalong.
Fri 19 Oct
I wake reasonably late, just in time to wave goodbye to our neighbours
(although Chris was out of bed before anyone) then we packed up
ourselves. Chris generally handles the inside stuff while I start
the motor and check the outside. I almost raise the stairs but
for some reason decide to do something else like check the tyre
I get in and start off, go forward but couldn't
make it so reverse and go forward again. There is a loud crunch
but I still don't twig that the stairs might be the cause. Chris
climbs into the house and seconds later she yells for me to stop.
Then the penny drops.
I leap from the cab and race to the rear, sure
enough the stairs are down, some of the steel has been badly bent
and the hinge is all but destroyed. "Bother" I remark
(or words to that affect).
There is no way to move the truck without causing
more damage so we stop right there. Three hours later I have welded
a bar across the stairs to hold them up and bent another under
that as a backup. We can drive but the stairs are out of action
until they are fixed, technically I can do this right here in
the car park but it's a largish job so it can wait until we stop
for a while in Queensland.
Many people ask what the problem was and some
suggest places to get things welded etc but fortunately I can
do all that from the power system in the truck. So zero points
for stupidity in not checking the stairs, but ten points for having
the tools and materials on hand to fix the result.
We drive to Forbes and pull up in the Lions
park we remember from our last time here, at the CMCA rally a
couple of years ago. The word is, from a reliable source, (the
bloke who cleans the public dunnies) that camping is allowed for
Sat 20 Oct
We decide to stay for the day, it's a great spot right next to
the lake and within easy walking distance of the main street,
Woolworths etc. I oil the hinges (there's a lot of them in this
truck) and glue some of the carpet down in the kitchen. The motorbikes
come in useful for getting some bits from the local hardware store
and scoping out the best place to get fuel. Our "system"
seems to be working well so far.
We have a constant procession of people asking
about the truck (so what else is new), many of which commented
that they've just read about it in "Caravan & Motorhome"
Late in the afternoon we had some neighbours
arrive, they pull up fairly close to us and let four dogs out,
"That's the end of our peace and quite" I think, but
to be fair the dogs don't bark.
Later they start a 6.5 kva generator and leave
it running for ages, now it's a mild night so there was no need
for heating/cooling appliances and you only need to use a microwave
for short periods so I fail to see the need for prolonged night-time
genset usage in a properly setup rig.
I have however seen this happen on numerous
occasions (gensets running for long periods at night that is)
and it's usually because the rigs have no batteries and so the
genset is required even for lighting. This is incredibly inefficient
use of power, several thousand watts to run twenty or thirty watts
As far as I can see the only reason for not installing
at least a simple battery setup is cost (although I admit that's
a big reason). Bearing in mind that you probably should have a genset
anyway as a backup, by far the simplest and easiest method is to
just use it for everything. But it's expensive to run, noisy, inconvenient
and pisses your neighbours off.
Sun 21 Oct
Another beautiful morning, I sit on the
deck watching the water birds, then the neighbours let the dogs
out and, dogs being dogs, that was the end of my bird watching for
One of the neighbour's Jack Russells chases away the pelicans.
I went for a stroll and met Bob, a local swag
manufacturer. His current story is similar to many I've heard,
rising costs and unable to increase his prices, so now he's got
another job to make ends meet. We chat about the truck, it seems
he was in the Army and drove Centurian tanks in Vietnam, rather
him than me.
Apparently we were the talk of the bowling club
last night, everyone wondering "wothahellizat", one
of those wondering was the editor of the local rag (The Forbes
Advocate). This morning he comes over to take a photo and get
the goss for the paper.
The article in the Forbes Advocate.
Later our neighbours strike again, they open
their car doors and put the radio on, that's bad enough but then
they sit fifty yards away and turn the volume up so they can hear
it. Now what the hell makes them think that the rest of the world
wants to listen to their bloody radio? I talked to them a few
times, they seemed like OK people, just had some annoying habits.
Anyway, one thing about this lifestyle is that
you can pack up and change your neighbours so that's just what
we do. We are heading for Dubbo today anyway.
We cruise up the highway to Parkes, didn't stop
in town but it looked like there were several places that one
could camp and two petrol stations with easy access on the northern
side of the town.
I want to see the radio telescope (27k north of Parkes) so when
we reach the turnoff we take it.
The telescope is 6k down a narrow tar road that
ends in a massive car park (easy for big rigs), we park over in
the far corner in an attempt to have some relative peace. We check
out the visitors centre but Chris gets bored with me taking photos
and she returns to the truck.
The incredible steel lattice work that supports the dish of
the Parkes Radio Telescope.
I hang around then also return, just as three
full bus loads of the AFG (Australian Federation Guard) turn up
and park right next to us.
That's about 120 service men and women, all
crowding around the truck, so much for a bit of peace.
Anyway I talk with some of them, it seems they
represent all three services and travel around Australia performing
ceremonies such as foreign diplomats presenting their credentials
etc. As this is the centenary of federation they are very busy,
next year their name will be changed to Australian Defence Force
We leave the telescope and drive to Dubbo, on
arrival we consult the UBD and decide that a drive along Bligh
street may reveal a good camp site. Bligh street runs along the
river between playing fields and sure enough, right at the end,
is a great spot called Sandy Beach Park on the banks of the Macquarie
river. This'll do. There's dunnies and showers (we could not get
them to produce any hot water) here but they have provision to
be locked so may not always be available.
Mon 22 Oct
We move the truck to an "extended vehicle" parking area
behind Coles and spend the morning browsing the shops. On returning
to the truck I notice a note stuck under the wiper, it was from
a local CMCA member.
I ring him and he offeres us somewhere to stay
on his property just outside Dubbo, it's too late for this trip
but we'll get in touch next time we're coming through. He's currently
building a bus and it would be interesting to check it out.
At around lunch time we arrive at Gilgandra,
while stopped on the side of the road checking the map for a likely
lunch spot a man comes up to my door and says "You know I
was just reading about this in Caravan & Motorhome but I never
thought I would actually see it". We eventually find a nice
Several days ago, at Tocumwal, we started noticing
the water had an unusual taste. Also at Robinvale people said
the water wasn't all that nice for drinking, so I decide to finally
install the filter cartridges.
We have three water tanks, two for "fresh"
water and one for "drinking" water. The fresh water
is plumbed to all the normal taps, the shower, loo etc, while
the drinking water only goes to a special caravan-style tap near
the sinks. In general the idea is that you put any old water in
the fresh tanks but only good water in the drinking tank, which
is fine if "good" water is available.
The fresh water has a single filter, a 20um
sediment filter that filters out visible muck so you get clear
water but it can still have a lot of nasties in it.
The drinking water also has filtration but there
are two filters, a 1um filter that gets rid of most things such
as protozoan cysts and a silver impregnated carbon filter that
both removes and kills just about everything else incuding bacteria.
This was fine in theory three years ago when
I designed the rig but what about the practice?
Well it seems to work, before adding the filters
our coffee had a distinctly strange taste to it, after adding
the filters it seems "normal".
We leave Gingandra and spend the night next
to a lake at Narrabri.
Tue 23 Oct
Leaving Narrabri we head up the highway to Moree, within minutes
I have a trail of vehicles stuck behind me but there's nowhere
to pull off and let them past. Eventually we reach a lay-by so
I pull over, the queue is so long we could almost make a cuppa
while we wait.
Later I see a dead kangaroo on the roadside,
nothing unusual with that but in this case the sad part was the
hairless, mummified bundle next to it, the remains of the roo's
joey. It's quite common for joeys to get thrown from the pouch
(presumably by the impact) when a roo is hit by a car.
This poor little mite must have struggled on
the dirt shoulder of the road for hours, he was dead from the
moment his mum decided to cross the road. I wonder if this is
natural selection at work, nature's way of stopping the "lets-cross-the-highway"
gene from being passed on to the next generation.
While on the subject, if you should hit a roo
it's good form to stop and sort things out. Hopefully it's dead
because the idea of putting it out of its misery with a tyre iron
or something doesn't appeal to most people.
You should drag it off the road because that's
quite a lump for a following motorist to hit. If there is a Joey
you probably should kill it, I saved one once and drove it to
the nearest WIRES (wildlife rescue group), several days later
I rang to check on it but it had died. It seems that they always
do, joeys are hard enough to rear at the best of times but after
the shock of an incident like this it's nearly impossible.
As we approach Queensland the fuel starts getting
cheaper so we run the tanks down not wanting to buy any until
we reach the "excise-free" state.
At Goondiwindi we wind up in yet another Lions
park, a little close to the railway line but OK.
It's hot in the truck so we open all windows
and put the TV on, we haven't seen any news for days. You can
see the TV clearly from outside the truck so when someone pulls
in next to us and simply sits in their car we figure he must have
decided it was a drive-in theatre.
It appears that the newcomer was living in his
(very old) Honda Civic, he organizes things for a while then moves
the car a few yards down the road. Within minutes the police pull
in behind him but I guess he checked out OK as they left before
long. Our neighbour seems a little strange, not only his looks
but the fact that he is playing football alone in the middle of
the road regardless of the traffic, so we keep an eye on him for
a while then eventually doze off.
Wed 24 Oct
Early this morning Chris goes to the public loos just behind the
truck, she returned within minutes and said, "You know it's
not true what they say about being frightened by spiders",
I looked puzzled, "you don't shit yourself, quite the opposite
With that little gem of wisdom ringing in my
ears I move the truck to the BP truckstop and fuel up.
Because we bought 200+ litres they gave a discount
of 2c a ltr bringing the price down to 83.9c (this is 14c per
ltr cheaper than any fuel we have purchased to date). I then plan
to swap some wheels around to spread the wear but I can't remove
some of the wheel nuts, even with a rattle gun. I give up and
we head to Toowoomba.
Somewhere on the highway between Goondiwindi
and Toowoomba we achieve a real milestone, we actually pass another
vehicle. Now you may be thinking "What's the big deal in
passing a vehicle on the road" but remember, I have NEVER
done this with the truck (I don't count cyclists and skateboarders).
So here we are, gaining ground on a harvester
and I'm going through the overtaking procedure in my mind, now
let's see, edge out to make sure there's nobody coming, put the
indicator on, etc etc. I haven't done this for a long time so
I want to get it right. I slowly move towards the centre of the
road to peer around the harvester and, bugger, there's something
coming the other way, and would you believe it, it's another harvester.
My moment of triumph is delayed.
A lot of these harvesters are owned by people
who do contract work for farmers and they follow the seasons,
often as husband and wife teams, living on the road wherever the
harvester is working. The approaching vehicles seemed to match
this description as the pilot car is driven by a woman and is
piled high with all sorts of possessions like a fridge and lounge
chairs. As we have one such team heading north and another heading
south maybe they should have swapped contracts and saved a lot
I finally pass the northbound harvester and
the rest of the drive to Toowoomba is uneventful, right up until
that steep decent just outside the town on the Brisbane side.
It's a real bugger. We crawl down in second gear with the exhaust
brake on. The transfer case has a habit of jumping into neutral
under these conditions so we decide to try having Chris sit behind
the cab applying pressure to the gear lever. It only jumps out
of gear once so I consider this new technique a success.
About 20k east of Toowoomba there is a good
rest area near the town of Helidon, it's right on the highway
and at the bottom of a hill so the compression braking of the
Brisbane-bound trucks is a bit noisy but there appeares to be
very little traffic through the night (at least until 3AM when
we left) so we havde no problem getting to sleep.
The toilets are locked overnight from 5PM and
the nearest open ones are not near enough to be visited in your
Tomorrow we head into Brisbane.
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