Wow, what a mammoth effort it was getting out yesterday. You would think flying out would be simple wouldn’t you… wrong. Nothing is simple when you want to get out for holidays during the wet season. So here is what went down…
The plane had to go here there and everywhere yesterday, there were more than just us to get in and out. We piled on at about 9:30am. I tell you what, I was a little worried, to say the least, that we weren’t going to make it off the airstrip. It was tight, and we just made it. I had my eyes shut and was literally praying to god, chanting quietly to myself “Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name….” while Clancy screamed in the seat next to me “we are going to die” …. bull shit, I thought – we are not missing this holiday and we are sure as shit not going to die. No siree!
Obviously we made it up ok, weather conditions weren’t ideal and it was a little bumpy. The spew bags came out and before long Tom, Clancy and I were having a little Danny Laroo.
There was quite a bit of water lying around on the way in… you can see why we couldn’t drive out of here!
I can’t even tell you how happy I was when I spotted Camooweal. 2 minutes to go!
Now, we had to land at Camooweal because then Captain Chris had to go back to another station and get another family out and bring them back into Camooweal and was then supposed to collect us again and take us to Mt Isa.
Well there was no way you could have dragged us back in that plane. Thankfully Danno’s ute (our Bore Runner) was at the airstrip. We had the key, so asked if we could just drive that to Mt Isa. This would have been simple if the key actually unlocked the door – which it didn’t. So Captain Chris went on back to Chardy Central and got the correct key. What a bloody circus.
Now seeing as though I couldn’t for the life of me find the Qantas Club we hot footed it (literally – it was so bloody hot and we were on foot) into town to the Crab Pot (our local Pub) for a counter meal and a lovely cool lemon lime and bitters, which went down a treat after the little vomie I had.
Anyway, after a couple of hours the plain returned with the key and we were on our way to the Isa. We finally arrived in town at about 4pm and I raced around to the hairdressers (only 2 hours late) for a much needed cut. There was a lot of racing around because we also had to buy a couple of big suitcases to consolidate all of our luggage. We managed to squeeze everything in and have about 25,000 carry on bags. Had a night at Mt Isa and now here we are about to board the flight, so I had best go. Over and out. See you on the flip side.