“Hey Nan they gonna strip search us for taking in fruit over this border?” “I hope so Pop!”
“Hey Nan – can’t see no lip-stick at ‘Avon Downs'”!
Nan and Pop slip into the Post Office Pub at Camooweal for a shandy to wet the whistle!
Nan and Pop stop for scones and take in the odd scenery
The ever changing countryside of ant mounds and wee posies for Nan.
“I’ve always wanted to see Mount Isa Nan” “Heaven knows what it will be like Pop”
“Come for a holiday of a lifetime… ‘lead poisoning’ – could be Mount Isa’s next promo campaign Pop!”
“Pop did you see those commercials on the box in Mount Isa ‘living with lead’… can’t be!”
“Hey Nan this looks toxic!” “Who the hell is Isa anyways Pop?”
“Isa is Helter Smelter!!” bellows Nan. “Yep, it’s the fly in the ice-burg Nan!”
National highway 66…. from Mt Isa towards Cloncurry
“Jesus Pop, if it’s not snakes, crocs, crabby roos or bloody dingoes…. now the cows will bowl us over”!
“Nan what’s with the weird shenanigans road-side?” “It’s the tip of the ointment Pop I tell you – tip of the ointment!”
“Pop…it’s all a bit too Blair witch for me!” “It’s a bit Texas Chainsaw for me Nan, lets skidadle “
Cloncurry, just in the nick of time before all them roos come out and Kamikaze into the cars at dusk”!
“Hey Nan this looks like our kinda place”! “Tickity boo Pop”
Lucky for Nan and Pop their digs is next door to the Cloncurry lawn bowling club. “Pop I’ve never seen greener lawn since the fake grass at Broome bowls”