The good thing about Australian campsites is that the more commercial ones have a camp kitchen. This is a godsend when the weather is bad as it’s the only dry place for miles. On a wet day the place is alive with the chatter of many different languages. Everyone is very friendly and we all compare trips and good places to visit. We have met backpackers here for a few months, retired wrinklies that have sold up and are travelling Australia, the odd hippy and a few holiday makers here for a precious few weeks waiting hopefully for the rain to stop. Until yesterday it had been raining for days and if it wasn’t for the campkitchen (see pic), spirits would be low. I sit in here as I type this, listening to Jack Johnson on someones stereo. M
arc, Jack’s new dutch friend is playing guitar in the background. Jack has made friends with a bunch of dutch teenagers. We all went kayaking this morning. It was too windy to catch any decent sea-life but we had fun kayaking through the big waves. The kayak picture was taken at a creek near to where we camp. It has a baby crocodile living in it so we can’t swim there.