Trip Start Mar 23, 2013
19Trip End Apr 22, 2013
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Where I stayed
Henderson Park Farm Retreat Rockhampton
Read my review - 5/5 stars
Read my review - 5/5 stars
It was an early start as our ferry was leaving at 7:50 but we managed time to pack and get in a hearty breakfast.
On the ferry we bumped into Peter Meyer (http://petermeyerphotography.com/peter-meyer.html) who'd been our tour guide for the previous day. The boys were still in awe of him and rushed over for a chat. Lovely guy.
An enjoyable - although very breezy - 45 minute journey later and we were back on the mainland for 9am. I found the car in one piece where I left it and off we set on the long journey to to Rockhampton
In total, the drive was about 340 kms which we did in about 5 1/2 hours with our rest breaks. The boys got out the iPads and were lost in their own electronic worlds and Alex figured out that he could use the fold-down arm rest in the back seat as a comfy pillow for a couple of hours rest.
Apart from spotting a couple more poor souls pulled over by the omnipresent traffic cops, our journey to Rockhampton was a pretty uneventful one and and we pitched into town around 3pm.
I tell a lie. I almost forgot! About an hour before Rockhampton in a roadside stop in the middle of nowhere, we decided to take a break and have lunch. I went for a schnitzel burger , Rosa for a pie , Alex for chicken nuggets (what else ) and Marc for a burger. In not sure what that sauce that was meant to be mayonnaise actually was but it was white and sticky and I've got to say the meal was worse that I could have imagined for even that place. Rosa gave up on her pie as did Alex on his nuggets
In Rockhampton, we found ourselves a local supermarket and stocked up on the provisions to cook our meal for the night and the headed off in search of the Henderson Park Farm Retreat.
12kms out of Rockhampton on the highway we headed, then 10kms or so into country lanes and then another 7kms on a dirt track deep into farm land. Rosa commented that she would never again mention her mother's allotment was off the beaten track..
And then we arrived on the farm. Bounding out of one of the sheds came what can only be described as cowboy to great us. He has one of those typical trilby hats (minus the corks), boots, denims and muck if all sorts smeared over him. 'G'day -pleased you got here - I'm Ryan '. Rosa's eyes widened. Ryan was a really friendly bloke and jumped into a Mad Max style vehicle and led the way to our accommodation.
What a wonderful surprise it was too! A lovely spacious room that was built as a block of four only a couple of years ago with a massive wooden deck to sit out on overlooking a wonderful river
Back on dry land, we got chatting to the other couples staying : Swiss and Germans (they tend to be the best at finding alternative accommodation) and the boys has a kick around on the immaculate lawn.
Dinner was a fun affair cooked on a gas BBQ consisting of steak and chicken and, despite my best intentions of staying out to star gaze, the hungry mosquitos got the better of me and ultimately I turned in for the night.
My Review Of The Place I Stayed