Stay at Myella Farm
AUSTRALIA | Tuesday, 26 September 2006 | Views [410] | Comments [3]
Tuesday, 12 September 2006
Trip to Myella Farm
We left Byron Bay early, too early! We left driving north towards Rockhampton at half eight and drove non stop. We reached Rockhampton, and there was nothing of interest there so we had lunch, and asked around for a photo shop to develop some film, the guy we asked came from Devon of all places, typical the other side of the world and you meet people from your own town!! We found a photo shop, had the pics developed and burnt to disc, then we collected and viewed them, what a tosser he has scratched all the negatives and completely messed up the film and the disc, thanks mate!!..what an arse he even blamed our camera and us, I went with Debs to the shop, he looked dead nervous as I explained he should be in another line of work. Possibly a demolition job of some description, and there was no charge, but also no pictures. Stupid twat. If your near the town avoid it…
We drove for many hours passing not much but scrub then before we reached Myella Farm we were almost out of petrol and there wasn’t any petrol station in the area. Shit. We took route 60 near Gladstone to go inland and hoped we would manage it with our petrol. Sunset came in and to avoid hitting kangaroos we stayed behind a giant truck. It also saved us some petrol cos we were urged to drive slower. It took 100 anxious km’s to get to the nearest petrol station in Biloela. We made it and our visit to the Biloela petrol station gave us the opportunity to buy a old fashioned cassette tape of Pink’s newest album I’m not dead. Great! Finally we had something to put in the old cassette player which Rick’s brother Nick put us up with. Thanx Nick! Hi, hi.
We continued our trip to Myella Farm and passed through a village called Banana, not a Big Banana by any means, which excisted out of one street; nearly squashed the only rabbit left in Australia since they invented and introduced another manmade killer disease, why? and searched for a place called winkitoomba?
Wednesday, 13 September 2006
Stay at Myella Farm
We arrived at Myella Farm and there a dream would come true. It seemed wonderful: Horseback riding across the outback, mustering cattle & cows while the sun sets and make a fire when evening falls….NOT. My dream was shattered the next day….

We stayed in the van instead of using the rooms of Myella Farm, as Barbara (the sister of Lynn who ran the farm said that it would be a lot cheaper that way when we spoke on the phone, come to think of it she said a lot of things on the phone that turned out to be plain and simple deception (bollocks).
When we arrived and introduced ourselves we were immediately shown with little conversation a wall on the outside dinner area, which was covered with boards. The days of stay were described by tasks in basic words and pictures for the ‘clearly visibly and mentally challenged individual’.
We had to wake at 06:45 to have breakfast, no worries it’s a farm that’s expected and a pleasant change to the norm, milk the oldest cow in the world for half a glass of milk, get the horses, feed them and saddle them, we took one look at each other, the jobs should have included those of a fist class equestrian vet, they were ill, fly ridden, mangy animals with cracked and damaged feet, with the odd exception! AT THIS POINT I WOULD LIKE TO POINT OUT THAT ANY COMMENTS WRITTEN HERE ARE NO WAY A REFLECTION ON THE WORKERS WE MET, Dave, Kevin and Shane were great, full of stories of interest and really lovely people who shared with us a great deal of information their spare time and patience, it’s a shame they are not given a better place to shine out they had plenty of skills and qualities.

Ok so we saddled up, mustered the cattle to this coral and that one, we spent only a relatively short time on Horse back, I was glad I was becoming John Wayne ‘ Big Leggy’ and needed a cool beer, however Debs who has ridden every type of horse since she was 6 felt very disappointed as we moved no faster than a slow walking pace everywhere and really were used to odd job about the farm instead of ‘Riding horses in the outback’
The next and only other activity we were there to do was to get the “Dirt Bikes” out now that’s my ‘cup of tea’ a good old ride around the wilderness on un-surfaced roads with no traffic except the odd Roo….well what a surprise…100cc road/trail bikes with 20,000kms on the clock, more oil dripping out the exhausts than in the petrol mix!! In a terrible state of repair, they stalled and were very unreliable we were not the only ones to notice this. I think between us and Johnny, a lovely Irish guy we met we tried every bike they had to find one that would travel 5kms without a problem, terrible really terrible and to add insult to injury they gave us a 35kms speed limit in the wilderness? And when as they said we could “ take them whenever you wanted” tried to go for a ride were accused of looking like ‘trouble makers’ yeah right, trouble my arse…the only trouble was starting their crap bikes.

On the positive side the pool did have water in it, but you couldn’t see the bottom, smokers were tolerated on the other side of the yard 100m away, and the wildlife was great, the sunsets were fantastic along with the food and lots of it. They also had wireless internet which was handy…Ooopps I think they charged extra.
If you want to go there good luck, although I would not recommend it at all. Oh yeah and if you think $AS10 IS A LOT cheaper for staying in your own van then knock yourself out.
Thanks to Dave, Kevin and Shane they were great. Peter and the other miners we met were also great fun and really friendly….But no thanks to Barbara or Lynn, wake Up and smell what you are shovelling ladies, Highway robbery died out with Ned Kelly didn’t it???
We intend ended to stay here for a while but had a skin full within 2 days, onwards and upwards the cry of the Whitsunday Islands and some good Diving on the Great Barrier Reef was beckoning us, we left early, headed for Airlie Beach and the next another marathon drive.
The only stop we made was to take a wee along the highway.
It was a very urgent wee! After a couple of seconds I felt needles pouring into my skin and it took a long time before I noticed I had chosen a giant red ants nest as my toilet. With my trousers round my ankles and still weeing I hopped to another place to finish my urgent wee. I was lucky; the ants followed me and had found a place to stay on me and in my knickers & trousers. In panic I took off my trousers and called for Rick. There I stood, half naked along the highway, trying to get the ants out off my trousers. Rick was shocked and worried it was very dark, what was it a snake, spider? When we sussed it out he called me a twot and laughed. Twenty ants came out of my pants and I had to wash…. Lesson learned: Don’t piss on ants as they get pissed off!

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