Rockhampton

The most exciting moment we had in Rockhampton was: “Sizzler!”   We had found this icon when on our way to visit a cemetery for a friend, so Ben and I introduced the children to the wonders of all you can eat salad (and cheese bread).  Not being great lovers of salad, Nick and Larina managed to make up their value in the meal through the desert bar!  Free camping in the city, we utilised the bathroom a number of times also.

To Bens’ disgust, we spent our next morning at the Rockhampton heritage village, which appeared to be very popular as we almost had the entire village to ourselves.  The excitement was overwhelming for Ben, and Nick, who refused to enter the doll collection hall on principle.  (We did eventually entice him in by giving the kids a quest of searching for the ugliest doll in the collection.)  The old tractors and fire engines were a bit more palatable for them, as was getting chased by the resident donkey.   We got to see the old printing presses operating, which reminded us greatly of Grandad and his shed out the back in Fairfield.  

 The kids all agreed that their highlight of the morning was hearing the Clive cockatoo say “hello” before we even entered the grounds.  We decided that we had seen enough heritage buildings and memorabilia for one year, and drove around the beaches and playgrounds of Yepoon for the afternoon.