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Royal Hotel, Thursday Island

I have decided to ignore that list of Royal Hotels and go along the way I have done before, just discovering them as I pass through towns.  But before shutting my eyes to the list, I did see there was one at Thursday Island  (which is way up off the pointy tip of Australia.  I knew I would never visit it and resigned myself to not having it in the collection.

So imagine my delight when I found that Diane was doing a tour of the far north, including a visit to Thursday Island.  Thanks Diane!!  Follow her adventures over here.

As for me, I will be off the air for a while longer but promise to return eventually with more Royal Hotels and other wayfaring adventures.

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  1. It is always a pleasure to find a Royal Hotel for your collection. My camera is playing up and I wasn't sure if I would get a shot so I took some with my phone. It was not in a good state of repair and part of it had closed according to our bus driver. It is probably the most northern Royal in the country.

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