Not planning can lead to intersting places

Waking up in Rainbow Beach caravan park was hard, because I slept so good. People here generally respect the night silence, and I had a few beers in me before bedtime so sleeping was no problem.
I still manage to get up and out before eight. I know what you are thinking, that's not early, well it is for me so shut up and keep reading.
Right next to where I camped is a small harbour area, and about two minutes drive from there is the actual beach. And what a beudie. I don't go in the water, that will have to wait for some other time when I'm here with mates, but it does look amazing. Autobot guy said it was the best beach he had been to.
I take a look at my map to find something to aim for next. Oh yeah Airlie Beach, everybody tells me I have to go there. It's over 950 kilometres north, so won't make it today. I decide to just head up there and see how far I get.

About 500 kilometres I start looking for a place to stay for the night. I pull over and look at my map again. It's not terribly detailed but there is a tiny speck on it close to where I am, called Marlborough. Hmm, let's see what this is.
I take a right turn off the highway and drive for a few minutes. After passing by a few houses I start to wonder just how far it might be. I drive in a half circle back up to the main road and ask a random person there where it is. Turns out those houses I passed by, is it.

I head back and get a closer look. there is actually a hotel there, or something with a Hotel sign anyway  I park the bike and look over on the opposite side. There is a classic Queensland style house, and on the veranda sits a few chaps. One of them waves at me, I wave back.
The reception to the Hotel is also their bar, and the barmaid in there looks rather busy. She does however manage to greet me welcome and book me in. I take a room for the night. I could have taken a camp site but I need a good nights sleep and don't want to deal with packing up the tent in the morning. Excuses excuses, all I really want is a bit of luxury.
The room is small, fits a bed and a sink. Nothing fancy but it does have A/C and a TV with nothing on, what more could I ask for.

I get comfortable in the bar with my laptop, orders some food and start writing. I probably write half the time, the other half I'm just looking at the guests here. I' seem to be the only one here just passing through, everyone else are locals. There is the local mechanic, the truckdrivers  the shop owner from next door, the local police officer, and a few families that live here. This place is the meeting point for everyone here, where everybody knows your name. Well nobody knew my name except for the girl in the bar, but still, it was a comfortable place to be.

I have a few beers while writing and eventually sign off. I am fast asleep.