Rockhampton and the Whitsundays

It was now August 5th, and once again, we were stopping at a place that was really just a midpoint between our last and next stop: Rockhampton. On the way, and aside from the normal little stops we take every 2 hours or so, we did get to stop at the Tropic of Capricorn for some photos and to check it out. I think we were most excited that now we were officially crossing into tropical parts of Australia - which meant great weather! Goodbye temperate zone...

Basically, we just went out to a Rodeo/restaurant that night - but the Rodeo was not on. So while we were hoping for bulls and entertainment, all we got was BS and a sub-par meal. We had fun though - and once again were excited for the Whitsunday Islands where we would be off to the next morning. (One other quick note - at the rodeo it rained harder than we’ve ever seen which was cool - perhaps that explains just how exciting the rodeo was).


The next morning we headed out early towards the Whitsundays. Anticipation and excitement filled the bus (which, by the way, we called Eliza), as well all knew soon we’d be getting on a sailboat. We had learned the day before that while normally we’d all be on a tall ship (think Pirate ship) as the tour normally is, we were in fact getting 2 racing maxis (which are nicer and cooler we’re told). Interestingly, the reason we weren’t going to be on the tall ship was because it was on fire a few weeks ago. That got us excited -- not the fire, but the fact we’d be aboard a former World Cup racing yacht (okay, I suppose the fire therefore made us happy)..

We’ve gotta run for now, so you’ll have to wait to hear about the blasty-blast of a time we had sailing for the next post.