My world walk blog Australia 45

 Warra country 

I'm really tired now so here is an express post. Sorry for any typos. I will detail it tomorrow.
Thirty kilometres today and so much to report and so much help on the road and even at a cafe I stopped for lunch. But before that, I was up and walking at seven am to beat the rain that never happened. There is a storm watch for an area I passed through just a few days ago near Toowoomba. I'm currently north-west of Dalby, please see map photo.
Out on the road, I was asked to move well out of the way to let a couple of ten-metre houses pass under police escort! "Don't worry about stepping on the grass, the snakes are not out yet!" Laughed the friendly cop.

It was a business-like day and made only one half hour stop for tea and snacks. A lot cooler too but I was tormented by flies. I solved that by leaning closer to the Irish flag that I fly on Karma, the tri-colours fluttering moves away from these pests. Just before the small village of Warra, a man on his way home to Roma stopped to give me a bag of fruit. Later I heard that Roma is currently flooded out. In Warra naturally, I was attracted by a sign offering ten dollar burger, chips and soft drink meals. I was halfway through eating the massive burger in the Western Warradina cafe when a lady called Anne who works next door in the post office came in. She mentioned that she had heard about me in local media and paid for my lunch!

Before I could even finish the young woman who served me gave me a bag of supplies, and how thoughtful is this: The bag contained mosquito deterrent, ibuprofen, water and potato chips.
Ann called  Servin and Shie the lovely Filipino family I mentioned yesterday. They had asked me to call them when I got to town. As Karma was too big to out in their Honda Civic we just left her in the cafe and then I could return the following morning as my friends are managing a pig farm about eight km off my route. Shie cooked a delicious dinner. We ate their traditional dish called adobo. Thank you, Shie and Servin for such a pleasant evening. Also present were  their friends and neighbours Ray and Claire who are also from the Philippines. I was surprises that they had English names and that English is the second language of the Philippines. Then my friends reminded me that it was once an American colony and before that it was under Spanish rule. I was told that the abobo that we ate also has a Spanish variant. However, I prefer the Philippean version as it has more meat, a mixture of pork, chicken, beef and sardines served with white rice, potatoes and vegetables.

We also talked about the countries ruthless President Rodrigo Duterte who has been accused by liberals of sanctioning murder in the presidents zero tolerance crackdown on drugs. The International Crimimal Court in The Hague have opened a preliminary enquiry into human rights abuses. These abuses in which pushers, dealers and addicts have been executed have effectively cleaned up the country. I'm told that the governments  oposition are also angry as they allegedly were on the take from drug warlords and criminals.