Trip Start Feb 10, 2012
Trip End Jun 10, 2012

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Flag of Australia  , New South Wales,
Sunday, March 4, 2012

This morning we had a plan.  Leave Forbes for Griffith where there are some nice Itallian eateries, eat and then move on to Hay.  The forecast in Griffith ws 26C with an afternoon shower (fine we'll be out of there by then), and Hay is also  26C with a morning shower (fine we'll arrive after that). 

About 50Km from Forbes we were diverted. The road ahead was flooded, so was the road that we were diverted onto, but we were told to drive in1st gear and on the right hand side of the road in the first flood and the left hand side of the road in the next two!  He said, "no worries, if you get stuck the council lorry will pull you out".  Bear in mind that this is miles from anywhere.  We had only seen two cars on the journey and there are no villages or interesting little visitor centres along the way.

We proceeded with caution and fear, and every 50 Km or so passed through small towns where the people all looked as if they were related.  We also passed through a multitude of floods of biblical proportions.   Along the way we saw two kangaroos who looked at us with big round eyes as if begging us to take them with us. But no,  we have places to go, people to see.

After about 3 hours we finally came back onto the road we had been diverted from.  Not long now.  Griffith had long been a wistful wish, but at least if we got to Hay we would be guaranteed a camp site or lodgings for the night. But no.  about 100 Km down the road we were stopped. "And where do you think you are going so fast", "Hay", " You won't get to Hay down there, it's flooded, You  can try if you like but you won't get through".  Vincent nearly said "is the flood as big as your attitude?" but refrained. "Didn't they tell you not to come down here?"  I said a silent "Well, yes, and that's why we came this way you arragant tosser".

So back we came, to another village of the damned whose only petrol station had water in the tanks because of the flood.  There's no lodgings, the only campsite has one lonely derilict surrounded by bottles and the nearest alternative petrol station is 80 Km away.  So here we are, parked at the raiulway yard, beside the public loo which was 1' under water last night, waiting for tomorrow when the petrol station can pump out the water and get more petrol! (Hopefully!)

But, always look on the bright side of life, dedum, dedum, dedum.  We have left over cold sausages from last night and Vinnie is whipping up a few tortillas for our delictation and has just presented me with a nice glass of chilled wine. What more you I wish for? .
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Tanya on

FGS be careful you 1. Dont get washed away or 1.Dont end up part of a strange cult! But amidst all this it seems you have wifi weird world xx

Hallabaloo on

I had a chuckle over some of your adventure - not the wet bits on which I commiserate - but local descriptions!

retiredandcrazy on

Don't worry Tanya, before you know it I'll be back to annoy you all!

retiredandcrazy on

And the wet bits are the wettest I've ever known in my 71 years Hallette. And prior to us arriving they had had a 10 year drought!

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