Ingham

On to cane country, and Italian cane country at that.  Ingham is an hours north of Townsville and supposedly has 60% Italian heritage. The drive was rather boring and the cane farms are starting to really dominate the landscape.  I say that and I really didn't see much of the landscape as I had my head buried in my lap attempting to sleep off another hangover. Our friends from Port Hedland are a very bad influence and I'm glad we left town this morning just to have a break from the frolicking.  The socialising continued until the wee hours of the morning and regretfully I stayed till nearly the end, even if I did fall asleep in the chair. Rick again stumbled home at 3am. Arghh, he didn't look well this morning. So we farwelled the Levey's again although this time, I seemed to be looking considerably worse than Tammy.  So over to Ingham, and we feel quite at home as the town has a definite Italian feel and could be mistaken for Leeton (a small town 50km from Griffith).  We cased the main street and soon sniffed out JK's Deli, a fabulous deli serving authentic coffee's, small goods and panini rolls for lunch.  Across the road to the best Deli I think I we've ever been in and we were beside ourselves. Rick was even more impressed when the owner said he knew his neighbour (the Bonacorsi's originally from Ingahm) really well, as did another lady that I spoke to in the children's clothing shop in town. So we stocked up on olives and treats. Got to love a great deli. I think its as good as anything in Haberfield, maybe even better.  So we took a walk through the main street which was nothing to mention. We headed out to the Cemetery which may seem morbid, but we had heard it was amazing.  And it was, with many of our dearly departed farewelled in extremely well tiled mosaic'd palaces.  Most had names that sounded Italian with slight differences to those in Griffith although Rick did see a Vardanega, Barabaro, Cavallaro, Olivero, Patane and Zappalla. It was quite fascinating and the kids seemed surprisingly interested as well.  Back into town and then home for an early dinner.  We were all pretty ready for bed after such a late night the night before, so it was baked beans and mushroom on toast.   The local Italian fare will just have to wait until tomorrow.