Pyramid Power

The trip down the M1 wasn't too bad till just north of Burleigh where the navigation software sent us on a detour because of congestion.  It was quite a pretty ride through West Burleigh and I  only missed the correct turn once.  

Our destination was the Pyramid Caravan Park at Tweed Heads West, the origins of whose name seems lost in the mists of time. We could see no pyramids, just cabins that were cheek by jowl with each other.  I was trying to drive into the narrow carport when the man from the site opposite came out and wearily suggested I should back in.  Good suggestion.

I had researched all our accommodation options carefully, because although we are three travellers, we require three beds.  This cabin was supposed to have a queen and two doubles.  The office closed at 4pm and we had to get our keys from a keysafe, so when we discovered we only had two queens there was no hope of talking to the manager.  Research showed that the two alternative bedroom layouts are listed on the park's website, but not the Discovery Parks app, which is how I had booked the (otherwise quite nice) cabin. 

Not one to be daunted, Jo found that one of the lounges was a fold-out bed (that clearly had not been folded out for some time, and that the queen beds were triple-sheeted (or double-sheeted, depending on whether you went to Oxford or Cambridge), so she helped herself to one sheet from each, and voila, there was a third bed. And Jo wasn't even a Girl Guide!

We congratulated ourselves and sat down to wine and cheese and whatever else, when a commercial jet flew over our heads at approximately 200 metres!  We were right under the flypath of Gold Coast Airport.  No wonder this caravan park was cheaper than the others.  It wasn't as bad as it sounded though (which was very bad indeed) because the last plane flew over us at about 8pm, and there was no action until well after we awoke in the morning.

Jo was first up to provide dinner and she outdid herself, with frozen two-course individual serves for each of us.

Busy Kennedy Drive did not seem a suitable venue for an early morning walk, so I just strolled up to the office to give the woman there my rego number, as per instructions, and tell her about the beds. She was concerned (mostly that we had opened up the dusty fold-out bed) and said that next time I should ring after I had booked to confirm that we had the bedding we required. What? At every place you book? Not going to happen.

On the way back to the cabin, I said "good morning" one of our neighbours' wonderful collection of garden gnomes. Lots of permanents in this park.  Some of them of very short stature.

It was time to deck ourselves out in our Colour of Money outfits. I had envisaged a sea of bright, clashing hues, but we were actually quite muted.  Jan was blue for $10 notes; Jo was green for either $100 bills (current) or $2 bills (past). Of course the currency didn't have to be Australian, so I guess she could have been a greenback dollar.  Or a very old pound note.  I made up the cashbox with my silver coin contribution.  

The first op shop I had on the day's itinerary opened at 9am on the Tweed Coast, so we were off and ready early, shoving Mandy's nose out into the Kennedy Drive traffic, otherwise we might still be sitting there.