Yesterday was a pretty fab day. Megan, Amy and Moi went all the way to Maryborough to see some awesome bands play. But when we got there the tickets had sold out, plus we had nowhere to stay the night. So we drove around a bit, saw Frogmore, Romulus' ghost, Rusha the Cow, a grave for chickens, Maryborough Outdoor Olympic Size Pool etc. You know, all the usual hang out spots up in Maryborough.
So we decked ourselves in flannel, and off we went on the long drive to Maryborough. Here is a picture of me with the map. and here is a sign to our destination. At one of our pitstops for a re-fuel, we actually saw some of the band Kisschasy, who we were going to see, at the servo. So we got our photos taken with sexy Darren "hump boy" Cordeux and co. I will post the pictures as soon as they have been uploaded. Here is us at our destination. When we got to maryborough and found that the tickets to the gig had sold out we decided to check out the Maryborough Olympic Pool.After that we decided to check out a very famous landmark in Maryborough; and that is the place known as Frogmore - where the legendary Romulus and Raimond Gaita lived for many years. Here is a picture of Megan and drug fucked Me outside Frogmore. People said it burnt down, however there is a memorial house in its place now. On the house is some lovely artwork that Raimond made as a child. Here is the barron landscape. And here is Rusha the cow, and her babies, and her babies' babies.Now, I can hear you all saying to yourselves, "but what about the tree that symbolised Christine Gaita's isolation?" well, we found it. Here is me with the tree. And remember those chicken that had to be buried alive? here is me with that grave of chickens. On our way back to central Maryborough, we came across an interesting pothole. It was indeed that very pothole that Romulus stacked his sunbeam in. Here is me feeling Romy's pain. And no trip to Maryborough is complete without seeing Cairn Curren Dam. And who did we see as we left olde Maryborough? Romulus' Ghost on the ol' Sunbeam Motorbike... And we arrived back home in one piece, a little excited, a little spooked, and a little sad - but safe none the less and ready to rock on to Neils party.
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