Georgetown up in the Gulf country on the Savannah Way in Queensland is quiet, small and spread out with big wide streets and it’s hot. We buy groceries at the servo / supermarket and vegies at the fruiterer/cake shop. We call on a charming old butcher, he has a small shop with no display case. He cuts the meat on demand as you read from the list on the wall. Hmmm steak sounds good. Woody likes his daily newspaper, but here they are five days old. We scratch our heads because the mail truck has just been through, he doesn’t carry the papers. I guess this is part of the experience.