After two days of indescribable madness during which the Hamelin Pool manager appeared to go insane and random panicking campers were trying to run the place, Duncan & I joined the other staff in a lemming-like run for sanity (except for the sulking Irish backpacker who is trapped there). Turns out no one's been paid for nearly three months and staff bedding is being ransacked & put on "extra" guest beds (unwashed!). So to the best of our knowledge, the caravan park is now being run by a maniac and various hostage campers. Imagine a particularly chaotic episode of "Fawlty Towers" and you get the picture. Staff are crying in the shop, guests are checking into hovel boxes to discover bedding that smells like a monkey died in it and the museum tour guide has run away.
So we've run off to Denham for a couple of days' fishing, the weather is glorious. Then I'm off exploring Shark Bay again & catching up with Duncan in a week or so up at Gladstone beach camp which sounds pretty fabulous.
Keep forgetting to take photos, having way too much fun. Have just come in from fishing in the tinny and now rigging the squid jigs for a night of squidding. Have fun in the city!
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