While steph was asleep with her book in the hammock, I outfitted our site like the swiss family robinson. Steph saw the pleasure I took in these projects and has since called them my Dad-style jobs. We even found two of those solar yard lamps for 3 dollars each to add a little light to our tent's entryway and porch. Steph is very proud of our 'chateau'.
A typical day here starts with the surf school driving in to teach 30-40 beginners how to catch some waves. The residents slowly start to appear from their tents. The facilities are minimal. Although the bog water from the tap has dark, ice-tea look to it, there are toilets, outdoor showers and even piles of firewood for your campfire. The ranger keeps everything clean and casually comes by every three days as a 'debt collector'. This is a very laidback alternative to the monetized national parks which also come with lots of rules outlawing dogs and sometimes campfires too.
Soon a wicked' van pulled up next to ours with german backpackers, Mano and Torben. They were wrapping up their engineering student days in Australia with a campervan trip. After more than a month, they came back for a second stay here and confirmed that this campsite was special - one of the best they had found along the coast. They picked up an Australian accent and some cliché words like ‘heaps’ (meaning many) which I think is top of our list for Australian words.
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