From Noosa we head inland to a place called Wallaville. We had planned to stay in a different area however we had 3 road diversions due to flooding from the cyclone and a truck and car collision. It added a lot of unexpected time to our journey and we didnt want to set up camp in the dark so we got onto wikicamps and found a free sight behind a pub in a place called Wallaville.
It was a beautiful ride entering into a large farming community. Sugarcane on either side as you ride into town. One of the 2 lane bridges was closed on the outskirts of Wallaville as the flood had done some damage to it. The water was still the same height as the bridge and it was about a week after the cyclone. One side of the bridge was still a little under water and the bridge was now on a lean. The water line from the effects of the cyclone however still remained on the banks and the bridge would have been about 3 metres underwater.
We had riden past the closed road sign and now sat on the side of this fragile bridge slightly moving with the water. Rob starts to ride on the high side of the bridge slowly making his way to safety. I follow in his exact tyre marks cautiously as the bridge slightly moves. As Rob rides up ahead i get off to take pictures of the bridge and the flood marks. As im standing there 2 small vans full of farm workers slowly pull up to the other side of the bridge and cautiously drive over one at a time. All cheering and laughing as they get to the other side that im standing on. Within 2 minutes after the vans had passed another vehicle and driver pulled up at the other side of the bridge. It seemed as if the driver had been waiting for the passing or return of the two vans to determine what he should do. This time it was a tractor. As my heart pounded watching the tractor cross the bridge it swayed with every move. The driver gets to my side with a smile on his face and a friendly wave as if there was never anything to worry about.
Gotta love the Australian mentality “she’ll be right” (everything will be ok)
We arrive at the Wallaville Pub which was surrounded by cars but very few patrons inside. We later found out it was also a hostel and all rooms upstairs were full hence the cars.
We set up the tent and went inside to order a pizza. The lady behind the bar was amazing and very friendly. The pub was an old one which had obviously stood the test of time with old blocked off doors and pictures of it 100 years ago.
The next stop was lunch in Bunderburg. Riding into town there was a board that had been stuck to a sign saying mower races this sunday. Haha, only in Bunderburg. The town was pretty with the buildings being old collonial style. Bundy was nice for a short stop but we were happy to get on our way. Two seperate groups of teenagers managed to walk past us with loud music playing from there phones whilst we ate lunch. Funny.
We had a ride around the town and head off to Agnes Waters.
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