I’m sorry if all this driving is getting a bit boring but at least I’m seeing the world – through a windscreen. This will be two days worth of information as I have got behind.

Bangalow was an interesting mixture of comfortable living (art gallery and rug shop) and old fashioned country stuff.

I left Bangalow in driving rain which got worse as it went on. At one stage I was wondering whether I would have to find another hotel or go back to the previous one. Eventually the rain eased a bit and I could see where I was going. This involved mountains, acres of forest and many many fire warnings (all on green at this time of year).

A nice man waved me down at one stage (quiver of apprehension) to tell me my petrol cap was open. He kindly fixed it for me without me having to descend. I also stopped for coffee and a wee in a tiny village in the middle of the forest, obviously seriously damaged by fire a few years ago. The village post office / cafe / internet cafe etc, run by the ladies who know everything and everyone, served coffee and a scone whilst I read the village magazine from 5 years ago.

Eventually I crossed over into Queensland. Big adverts for ‘The Last Pub in New South Wales’ and ‘The First Pub in Queensland’. Both of which appeared to be in the same place.

I understand that the railway in Queensland and the railway in New South Wales use different gauge rails. Apparently the station where the two systems meet has two halves, designed by the different systems. Everything has to come off one train and be moved across the platform to another one. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wallangarra_railway_station