DAY EIGHTY-FIVE: Return to Bluewater
The drive wasn't meant to be long but when we arrived at the night’s
camp spot it didn't exist. There was nothing there. We had no option than to go
to the next stop, Bluewater. It took about 3 hours to get there but we knew
there would be space.
When we arrived I
had something on my big toe, I had a blister from the Great Barrier Reef from
the fins. It had been healing but today there were white spots on it,
"Could it be eggs?" I asked Vicki, we had been in water and because
of the rain over the past few days the grass was wet making the healing skin
soft. After a simple surgery of amputating the eggs or more likely seeds, eggs
sounds more dramatic. Whatever they were we cleaned it up hoping I had removed
all of whatever it was.
We met an elderly
couple who had driven the circuit 8 times, this was their last time. They were
very nice and asked us dozens of questions about where we were from. The guy
thought I was Andy Murry because I apparently look like him, tall, dark hair
and thin, I'm not convinced but it isn't the first time it has been said.
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