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08.02.2006 – Wednesday 8 February – Beerwah Police, Chips & Shopping

Morning

• Clint and I drove to Beerwah police station, reported the break and enter, found perhaps the cheapest restaurant in Australia, in Nambour, ate half of the huge bowl of chips they gave us, missed the train back to Brisbane again, unsuccessfully chased it again, and again caught a rail bus, connecting to a train at Caboolture. The train ride wasn’t that pleasant, having had my spare clothes and toiletries stolen, I was covered in dust, dirt, chalk, blood, sweat and mud.

2:55pm

• I phoned Mum, who gave me the brand of the pack that was stolen, which I forwarded on to the police. While highly unlikely, if anyone does find my pack, I may now get it back.

Night

• I bought new essential toiletries.

Comment by DM – Thursday 9 February 2006, 11:21 PM

  Sounds to me that whoever "found" your pack won't be handing it in.

Comment by Ned – Friday 10 February 2006, 8:00 AM

  I assume you’re right, but he may have dumped it as soon as possible, and someone might find it and alert the police… but it’s pretty unlikely. Still, it doesn’t hurt to try.

Comment by Jojo – Friday 10 February 2006, 10:27 AM

  Why were you covered in blood? i can understand sweet sweat and mud, dust, dirt and chalk - but where is the blood coming from?

Comment by Ned – Friday 10 February 2006, 6:53 PM

  I wasn’t covered in blood. I was covered in a mixture of the aforementioned substances, some of which was blood. For what it’s worth, very little blood was present on the outside of me, and what little was there was because of some rather prickly bushes, which appeared to be life saving trees in the dark.