Andy with the girls - he hated it!

A taxi-ride into town allowed us to show Kelly and Charlie the sights of Mackay’s modest CBD (central business district – this term is used frequently over here, I suppose it’s the Austrian term for city centre – you see, what did I tell you about this obsession with acronyms?!!). We weren’t too hopeful about there being much happening on a Wednesday night, but it turned out it was quite lively. Went to a few bars and clubs and drunk copious amounts of alcohol, particularly a shot Kelly had been introduced to called a Cowboy, which consisted of Baileys and Butterscotch, tasted like toffee and was dangerously nice!!

A tale about me and my visit to the hospital…

In true Helen style, I fell over in one of the clubs coming from the toilet and badly sprained my wrist and ankle! I soldiered on through the night, but by the next morning I was in agony! I couldn’t move my wrist so was worried something bad might have happened to it and thought I’d get it checked out. We ended up at Mackay hospital, which was a barrel of laughs, just 3 hours waiting to get a crutch and a prescription. I ended up walking, or should I say limping, out before they brought me the crutch, I was furious! Interesting thing I saw, that you don’t see in York hospital every day, was a man in bush-attire clutching a big plastic bag containing the snake that had just bitten him!! No wonder they don’t have time to see someone with an injury as trivial as a sprain!! So I have had my first visit to an Australian hospital, I’m sure there will be many more to come!