Day 70 Sunday 16/8/2026 Kandanga, cloudy 13 – 20

This morning we take a drive to Imbil. It’s market day here and the gardens in the centre of the street are filled with tents and activity. Though by the amount of cars here, I suspect that its an excuse for a coffee or a lunch at the Railway Hotel, which is currently under renovation. The last time we ate at the old Railway, the carpet was covering a hole in the floor and there was another large gap in the ceiling. Today, Woody peers in the door and sure enough the old carpet is still there, doing its job keeping patrons from falling into the cellar. After a bit of a wander around town we grab a nice pie for lunch.

Back at camp, Woody walks the town while I sketch the double bridge. Double being a road bridge across the creek and a wooden railway bridge angled over the lot. Wouldn’t you know it, I just get settled in when the rain starts ruining my paper. Oh well, I can finish it off inside.

I must tell you about our neighbours, on our left is a couple who only live down the road, at Noosa Heads. Lovely folks who are on their way home slowly. On our right we have a couple with hearing problems, like Woody. We laugh as she has very long and loud phone calls and barely comes up for air. Hubby sits outside most of the time either belching loudly or shouting at the small brown curly dog “Get outa that!”. In front of us is a motorhome belonging to a couple of muso’s. Each afternoon they sing, play guitar and bongo drums. It is so pleasant to listen to that I find myself humming along. But today she is on her own and she played the guitar non stop until 9pm. I suspect there’s something going on over there. Perhaps I should send ‘belcher’ over to check it out.

Being Sunday, the club is closed except for a 2 hour bar session.

Dinner tonight is a chicken schnitzel and because there is no TV reception here, we watch an old tearjerker Sleepless in Seattle.

Accom: $30.00

Day 71 Monday 17/8/2026 Kandanga, sunny wet windy 14 – 21

What an odd day the weather seems to constantly alternate. As there is no point sitting outside, Woody packs the awning away. The temperature gradually drops and our only entertainment is our neighbour burping and coughing. Woody takes his book over to the comfort of the club veranda with a beer. I try to sketch the bowling green but once again I’m beaten by rain. The forecast is not much better.

Dinner is a pork and mushroom stirfry with noodles.

Accom: $30.00