Continuing on the "country" leg of our tour, we stopped overnight on the banks of the Murrumbidgee River, in the town of Gundagai. Most Aussies are familiar with a song about Gundagai, "there's a track, winding back, to an old-fashioned shack, along the road to Gundagai..." One of those, "one-day" things I can now cross of the list is actually going to Gundagai. And although we didn't see the shack, or the track, we did meet some really lovely people. Turns out the spot we picked to camp overnight is a pretty popular swimming hole with the locals. One guy warned us about the Murrumbidgee mudsharks, which had Heather going for about a few seconds before she figured out it was a joke. In fact, there didn't seem to be many fish really. Although we were determined to catch something. Only problem is we didn't actually have any bait. So being the resourceful couple of kids we are, we improvised. Heather tried a vegemite-dipped raisin while I tried a piece of bread. Then I found some discarded MacDonald's french-fries on the rocks and tried them too. Needless to say we had a lovely ravioli meal that night!
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