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7. syyskuuta 2023
I am 87 years old and have been a widower for the last 6.5 years and lived in Adelaide most of my life. With the exception 2021 when the country was very restrictive about crossing borders, I have looked to spend the winter months in a warmer climate travelling alone in the remotest of the northern areas. We spent 8 years living and working in Darwin in the 70’s where our outback journeys began in a caravan. In those days caravan parks were often only a piece of council or shire land off the main road where you could park your vehicle for the night and facilities were very crude and often unattended, a far cry from what is on offer today. The 80’s began to see private investors setting up the early versions of what we see today as caravan parks, where they put in full time managers and reception facilities. Unfortunately, society has changed immensely since then in many of these areas where you never had to lock up your goods and chattels now plagued by Youth crime in their communities throughout the country as it has become in the capitals of all States. I had a definite objective this year to travel as I have suffered with recurring pneumonia which is getting worse and each time it revisits me the remnants of the disease won’t clean up. So both my cardiologist and lung specialist suggested I seek a warmer climate back at the beginning of June, but before I could pack up and leave I was hospitalised with it for 9 days on an antibiotic drip, and I had other issues with my long term Aged Care Management, so by the time I could leave Adelaide the build up to the wet had arrived and where I intended to go became unsuitable, so I needed to look for a bolt hole between Tennant/Creek and Townsville to provide the climate I needed for at least 3 weeks to clear my lungs and regain my general health. The Barkly Highway was a string of caravans heading east and eventually South for many, so there were no opportunities until I drove into Mt Isa where I noted the direction the prevailing wind on the copper smelting stack was drivng the smoke, so I went through city toward Cloncurry until I found a park upwind of the stack. New automatic gates had not long been fitted by the professionals to provide better perimeter security but much to the disappointment of Lindsay and Carmen, the groundsman and receptionist of about 6 weeks, the circuitry had not been thought through and they were swinging gates and not sliding as other parks I had stayed along this journey and the outwards and inward directions of travel were on the same signalling circuit, they were in the process of checking the functionality. They had not been involved in the ordering and considerations for the gates as this had all been done by the park manager They made sure I was aware of the unusual method of control and were up front about the possibility local people roaming the park. Many travellers don’t really understand the quality of security often comes down to what is in the
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