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1770


Oh oh.  We are heading south and the winter warmth looked like it was going to disappear.  We found the first rain of the trip.

I wanted to visit the town of 1770, such an interesting name.  But is wasn't just the rain that was disappointing.  I found the place unappealing and to add to our woes the caravan park we had booked into didn't have mobile coverage, which I discovered just as we were about to check in.  

So there was a quick change of plan, we would press unto Bundaberg.

By the way 1770 got its interesting name because Captain Cook landed there in May 1770.  In 1970 the village of Round Hill was renamed to 1770 to celebrate the bicentenary of this event.

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