Cracow - Dad's birthday - 9th June

On my Dad's birthday we drove for 6 hours from Carnarvon Gorge to Cracow as we'd been told by some Aussies that the Cracow Hotel had a pub full of 'atmosphere'. The tiny town is full of miners and as all of the rooms at the hotel, and at the nearest motels 100km away, were full of miners Mum and Dad had to have another night in our van and me and Nic had another night in our little tent.

The night was hilarious. The pub was full of artifacts, photos and scribbles on the walls and you could spend a week looking at and reading it all. The locals consisted of drovers (cowboys/girls) and miners. They were all rough diamonds and so many of them bought Dad a drink once they'd found out that it was his birthday. We'd never heard so much swearing in our lives but as Mum said "you get used to it after a while". We sat around the fire outside and listened to their amazing stories, Dad did some magic which went down a storm and we had a fabulous time. Here are some photos to give you a taste of our night:


This is Blue with my Mum and my Dad wearing a replica Ned Kelly helmet. We all had a go at trying it on and it weighed a ton!

It was certainly a night to remember.