Day 5: Magpies and no signs
In short, Gympie is not for the weak. On this day, I headed east from the campground through the town of Goomeri (which has an Anzac day commemerative clock. Instead of numbers, it has letters that spell the words "Lest we forget"), and eventually into the town of Gympie.
The place does have one thing going for it, it is all hills. However, the local council clearly doesn't expect any tourists because information signs are just about impossible to find. It took me a good 1/2 hour just to find an information sign in the place, and while I stood reading it, a local magpie made it clear what he thought of tourists in a way that only magpies can.
One of the locals I spoke to at Gympie Caravan Park (when I eventually found it) wanted to quit his job picking cucumbers and go and work in the abattoirs at Murgon. Is that really a better job?
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I am clinically insane. I am proud of it.
That is all.