What a day!

The events of yesterday reminded me of what I enjoy most about travelling. I stopped for a brief break at Rollingstone, north of Townsville. Flo and Ming, who are Belgian, noticed the Belgian flag drawn on the driver's door of the van, and came over to say hello. I explained that the person who drew the flag had intended to draw a German flag, but drew the colour panels vertical instead of horizontal. We chatted about many other important things, including the reasons that Belgian fries are so tasty, which is why they drew a serving of fries on the van before they headed north. As I drove into the free camp a short while later, Italian man Andrea called out a cheery "Hey, brother!" and later introduced me to his friends, who were preparing to drive to a festival farther south. There was time for sharing of food, van drawings and photos, though, before they headed off. After they departed, I was still reflecting on the friendliness of the people I had met when Ailsa and Mandy approached me to talk about how they could book a site at the camp. I had booked the last available spot, so they parked close to me and we had a drink while we discussed what we would we say to the ranger if one came to check the bookings. Later, as I was walking to my van, I said hello to a woman who asked if I was the crocodile guy. I was a little confused until I realised that Megan had been one of a group of three who had approached me on a beach in Cape Tribulation last week to ask how to find the resident crocodile. Megan joined Ailsa, Mandy and me for the evening and, this morning, I waved goodbye as they went their separate ways. It had been a lovely day!