Bye Bye Sheryl and Terry

Please excuse me, as I go along, these posts are going to be rarely in order, and often scattered all over the place - with rides in different orders and events here there and everywhere (however with a little imagination, I am sure you can piece it all together!)

So Day 13 of cycling, including all our breaks here and there, we landed in Gladstone, where Sheryl was due to depart us on a midnight train to Brisbane, then onto Singapore. Using warmshowers.com network, we stayed with the lovely Brad and Anthony in an old convent, where they generously put us up for two nights, and looked after us (which with a huge thunder storm last night we were really grateful for.

Gladstone was nice, very much an industrial town, and after a stroll around on our day off, we chilled and enjoyed the luxury of a sofa (god, it was amazing!) and watched some TV, before eating our final supper with Sheryl for a little while.

She packed up, hugged us all - and she even welled up after we gave her a hand drawn card of some bikes and a kangaroo (it may have been near tears of pity...or she may have had something in her eye). Then Sheryl and Terry left, and now there were three of us.

Shezza...post-getting shezzered

We decided to have a short day, via Mt Larcom. We cycled there, walked 100 metres up the hill, before encountering too many scary things like lizards and spiderwebs, before turning around and heading to the township of Mt Larcom, where we found the "free" campsite, may not be so free after all...so still working on where we are sleeping tonight (and hopefully avoiding another thunderstorm!), before a 80km cycle to the metropolis (or so it will seem to us) of Rockhampton tomorrow.

Celebrating our big walk (!) up a hill...a.k.a celebrating being scaredy cats!