You know that saying- If it's too good to be true, it probably isn't. Well, that is the way I felt about the holiday to Queensland. The plan was in the hatching a long time...like about 5 years, as we had always planned to take the kids back to the Gold Coast when they were old enough to remember it.
After the complete debarcle of Coffs Harbour in December we decided that that was it. We were going to Queensland and sooner rather than later. We'd got as far as deciding to go and I was just about to begin scoping out places to stay when we got a phonecall. It was from a holiday club that had taken over the Royal Pacific Resort in Biggera Waters, the same place we stayed at last time. They were contacting previous guests and offering a great deal. Membership of the club and five vouchers for stays at their holiday resorts all around Australia at up to 40% off the regular tarriff, including the Royal Pacific. It sounded too good to be true, but we checked it out and it seemed to be legit so we signed up.
Fast forward three weeks and the money had gone from our account, but we had received no paperwork and I was convinced that we'd been conned. Mister Bear made a number of phone calls. No, it wasn't a con. Yes, they had posted the paperwork. Yes, they'd post it again. Three days later and it all arrived. Phew.
We picked our dates and booked including a three day stopover in Coffs to do the things we'd missed out on in December due to a severely truncated holiday.
Mister Bear's work approved the leave. The dates we wanted were available at both accommodation venues. Still I was positive that this was all too good to be true.
The days passed and finally it was time to begin packing. For once I'd gone like a train and the house was spotless. I was NOT going to come home to a mucky house. (Aquamum: feel free to back me up on this one). The bags were packed and jammed, crammed and slammed into the boot.
A picnic lunch was reposing in the tartan cooler bag and all was ready. We left the house, drove 2 km to our local Scottish restaurant for the obligatory pre-holiday breakfast and were feeling quite chuffed. It was 8.30am and we were on the way to Queesland via Coffs.
Until I came out of the ladies at the Scottish restaurant to find Chickabid in tears and doubled over in pain on his daddy's lap. He was in some serious pain. So, instead of burbling off north to Queensland, we went west and to the medical centre. The diagnosis? A "blockage". After purchasing some appropriate medicatin we were advised to follow the directions on the box and go home for an hour or so to wait for the medication to work its magic.
We went home.
To a spotless house, which was nice. To apply medication, which was not so nice and then wait.
And wait.
Forty minutes later we had a, shall we say 'positive' result??
Back in the car and on our way.
We had a picnic lunch in the rest area at the Caltex on the F3 and continued our journey to Coffs. Another six hours in the car to add to the two we'd already had.
We arrived in Coffs, everything checked out. The accommodation was a bit on the cramped side but not too bad and our holiday had officially begun.
Stayed tuned for the story of the garbage bags and the duct tape.
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