Rockhampton
“Oh Lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood.”
— Eric Burdon
I’d be lying if I said Rockhampton was a happening place. There’s almost nothing about it in my journals except a quick note that the YHA hostel was cool. After a very long day of driving, I really just needed an overnight stop to regroup, dump some pictures from my digital camera and get some rest. I even ended up at a bowling alley looking for Internet access. In all fairness to Rockhampton, I think it was probably me that was “not happening.”
I do remember someone offering me some “piss,” which scared the hell out of me until I realized they meant an ice-cold beer. Damn Aussie slang! After nearly three months in Australia, I was no closer to understanding half of it than I had been when I started this adventure. Most of the time I would just grin and say, “Eh?”
