We found heaps of wood & had a lovely, warming campfire where we warmed STAGGīs chicken rolls. This morning we headed on direction Normanton 
& ZACK! - a Crack in the windscreen, angrily. Normanton itself... empty somehow. Very wide roads, historical buildings, amongst others the Purple Pub, all pink, really!
From there we took the old Hwy 1 to Croydon . In our map defined as Gravel Road, itīs now a bitumen road with work still in progress. Sad somehow. Croyden with a population of only 230 considerably more crowded than Normanton (Pop 1300). Very clean AND... with public showers. The dust keeps stuck in my hair, though... But it was good (and cold). Now we found a nice place with heaps of wood. Noticeable: over the last couple of days we saw no Britz - car. Well, yips, it is "difficult" to drive here... 
& there were two things we had to discover: Here in QLD the Iced Coffee tastes like soap & the Jerky is too soft. But: We sit outside in a T-Shirt - itīs warm!
On yesterdayīs P we made potatoes... to throw them as far as possible. There was something wrong with them.
Potatoes & Australia (
Italy & Australia)...Apart from that we were collection wood all evening - so dry! (Ingo was firefighter and knows what he does.)
Today our route lead us to Georgetown , a tiny place with a roofed swimming-pool 
- but... it was too cold to hop in. 
- you look in vain for a picknick-area! But you find two gas stations.We move on to Undara Crater NP
, were we were to find lava-fields, our travel-guide says. We only found some Bush-Walking-Tracks, some renovated 1. class railway-cars, that are now a library & TV-room. There was a little pool, toilets, showers, a campground. No lava-fields (they are tunnels...). So, outta there back on the old No 1. What traffic! Down off the bitumen, back on, off, on... oh, boy! Now we have a half-decent nice place to stay, however with building material stored there as well. Itīs cloudy (and cold) - if rain is to come, weīll probably have difficulties to get away...
even more like a drive through german Harz ! Everything there, even the usually brown cattle are black-white here! Uphill, downhill, through serpentines, however no beam barrier anywhere, though sometimes it went dangerously sharp downhill beside the road.No, if I wanna see the Harz, I saty in Germany!
But there was one good thing about it, in Mareeba . Pop 7000, but we found neither Coles nor Woolworths - just some no-name-grocery store. With prices partially lower than at the "big ones" - AND they had german breadrolls!!!
Real, authentic german breadrolls & and still warm! Petit Pain, littel bread, they are called, guess the baker was a frenchman. I fret that I didnīt try to find and thank him. Wow, that was yummy!!! It was a great day all in all! We found a Rest-Area that was quite full, but with toilets & showers (cold ones), titled, very clean AND with light! Electrical light! & it was so bright, we could read all night long! THAT was fun! That was luxury!
Ok, you had to turn the book all the time - it was windy and the leaves of the trees shadowed the light, but nontheless light, enough light to read!
Today we went to the Lakefield NP . Many cattle grazed at the roadside. One jumped directly in front of our car and got all confused about the situation (I saw that coming and stopped the car in time). Vegetation isnīt that exhilarating, but: Itīs warm. The Ranger, a female, by the way, gave us site 12 - a very nice one, but taken. So we went to no 11, whereupon no 12 blustered that there would be enough "fucking place!" for all of us. But later on he offered us half of his Burramundi. 
Now Ingo tries to catch a fish. Petri Heil Iīd say!
