Week 442 - Bundaberg, Queensland

Our stay at Monto was the best yet again. Clear blue skies and cool nights. With dog in toe, I explored the corners of the property, down to the Bunyip Hole, through the paddocks and along the creeks. On one particular day to my surprise, I came across four Australian Bustards strolling down a lane way. Usually, you are lucky to see just one.

Reg's homestead at Abercorn

Three Australian Bastards - An unusual event at its best. 
Usually, the Australian Bustards are a rare sighting, 
so I was surprised to see four bustards in one lane way. 

Peter Pet-els was our companion at Reg and Di's and we headed off in convoy to sunny Bundaberg, the land of rum and sugar. The sugar cane trains keep us awake all night, chuffing along and blowing their whistles. Pete parked up at Bill and Narelle's and we are alongside Jo's mum's house next to the cuckoo clock.

Sugar Train - Sugar cane, rum and
blue skies are the order of the day. 

On On Home on sick bay.  After ringing around a 
couple of mechanics in Bundaberg, Bill Prime 
and myself decided to make a makeshift inspection 
ramp to inspect and finally repair a leaky injector valve. 

On our journey East, we arrived with our toad covered in diesel, so in haste we rang around a few mechanics to book the bus in for an inspection and repair. However, Bill Prime suggested we make a ramp, clean the engine down and hopefully find the problem. Which he did. A bolt on one of the injectors had loosened and was spraying diesel everywhere. A simple clean and tighten up and the engine was sound again. We had dodged a thousand dollar bullet from the truck repairers and to Bill, we are very grateful.

Bad Boy Rusti - Rusti in one of her better moments. 
Just minutes before he became the dog from hell. 
After playing with the dog in the park, she 
refused to go on her lead or come to us for over an hour. 
She is now resting in the dog house. 

 is lucky to be alive. After spending an hour in the park running with her ball, she decided not to come, refused to come anywhere near her lead and my only option was to return home with dog keeping a distant four paces behind me. The bitch would just not come. Back at base, it took Jo, myself, Alan and a passer by an hour to catch her. So now, she is in the dog house and confined to her bed. Tomorrow, I will start a severe disciplined regime. Rusti needs to know who is the boss. Balls will be banned and schmacko's put on rations.