Lost in space, and the world's best burger.
I got lost today. Those who know me will understand. Usually, it's just a matter of checking a map, apologising to whomever I've dragged along for the ride, and getting back on track. But today was getting lost on a heroic scale. I blame the chick in the Caltex servo. When I asked for directions to Roma, she clicked, grunted, barely looked up from her 'That's Life' magazine, and told me to take the Hughenden Road. Being an idiot, I did. It was hot, and getting hotter; perfect conditions for a breakfast beer. So half an hour into the drive, I pulled into the carpark of the grandly named Balfe's Creek Hotel Motel. A sign on the door said 'closed'. For those who miss it, there was another one, saying 'we are not open'. Then a third, in caps lock: 'WE HAVE NO BEER'. So it was back to the road. Around 3 hours later, I started to wonder about Plan A. We were getting uncomfortably close to Mt Isa, where I didn'...