Mt Isa to Camooweal

The day has begun like any other Sunday on this trip WADDA up early the rest will follow,as we chow down on another fabulous breakfast at the Leichhardt Accomadation block our planned trip to Camooweal is being unthreaded at the breakfast table. After pumping more gas into the rig we set sail for Camooweal some 190 kms away in a westerly direction, Time has come for the tour director to speak to the other party members regarding a alcohol free day in accordance with the grey nomads guide. With shock and horror written on there faces you would have thought a arm or a leg had been lost, with three to one odds against me I felt the battle been lost but Paul was prepared to compromise with a 8 hr rest been 10 pm and 6 am. The other 2 stood there ground and would not budge, on arrival at Camooweal we pushed on to the N.T boarder some 20kms further on , with the outside temperature hovering around 40c we ditched the grey nomad handbook for another day. Now to the Camooweal caves about 25kms to the south ,shit is hotter than the devils breath out here back to the Post Office hotel for dip in the pool . This hotel is a gem which means spotlessly clean and most definitely welcoming, no let up with the heat so we are sitting on the veranda facing the Barkley highway watching the world go by very slowly. No meals at the pub so we hit the servo ,another gem in this very remote location,as the sun dips on the horizon I will treasure this memory of a great country town.......WADDA