Saturday, 19 May 2012
With the travelogue up to date by seven in the morning there wasn't much to get in the way of an early departure from Milkwood Lodge, and it was just after eight when the laden chariot set off down the driveway, headed back into town, where Madam had decided the bakery was a logical source for a minimum wait breakfast, while Hughesy had his suspicions about the prospects at the Cooktown Markets.
Given the size of the community and the fact that the tourist season didn't seem to have kicked in I suspected the Markets would be a sort of community get together, not that I would have ventured such an opinion as we sat outside the bakery devouring breakfast. There mightn't be much of interest at the markets, but it was an excuse for another lap of the main street, and a five minute stop there would keep the driver happy.
As it turned out, the turnout was long on local fruit and veg and a few other food-related items, with not much else, certainly nothing in the ancient and decrepit loads of paperbacks and non-legitimate cassettes and videotapes certain operators in Bowen seemed to whack out on display every week.
Cooktown may be a long way from the rest of Australia but at least they seem to appreciate the days of the cassette player and the VCR are long gone. More...