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The Wandering Rupa
So. From Hervey (wearing my crown with pride) we took off through Bundaberg (where they have rum and turtles) and on up to Kroombit for a night on a cattle ranch - of all places. Our first little treat at this place was an announcement that we were going wrestle goats into submission and then pretend to brand them - how on earth I get into these situations is beyond me!
Dee has left us but Jo is still here and we've also met Adam and Bex - who are crazy - and between us I'm sure we traumatised these poor goats. Everybody got these cute, little, sedate goats and when it came to our turn we got this raging beast that wasn't going to submit to anyone - jesus the bruises I've got!
After that we had yet another BBQ (my weight isn't so much creeping up - more rocketing skywards!) and then the chance - wait for it - to ride a mechanical bull. I hadn't been paying attention when this was announced so by the time I clambered on in my too-tight jeans and a boob-tube I'd eaten my own body-weight in BBQ'd steak and drank the same again in Bundee and Coke.
It took me all my time to get on there in the first place and I stayed on for maybe a nano-second before I was hurtling through the air into the mat - it then took four people and a good five minutes to scrape me up and back into my seat. So elegant!
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