Here we are back again and yes, the proprietor did receive our email through their website; they simply did not respond. I was quite annoyed by this until I recalled a conversation we had with our daughter regarding text messages, when she impressed upon us how important (and courteous) it was to acknowledge a text. But, we asked, where does the acknowledgement end? A bit of the chicken and the egg?
We had set the alarm to ensure a prompt rising however this was quite unnecessary; we were hitched up and out the gate by 8.30 am. The road was familiar since we had travelled it back and forwards as far as Pambula several times in the past few days, however the hills seemed steeper with a caravan in tow. Chris moaned and groaned about the landcruiser’s lack of power particularly in evidence as large heavily laden trucks overtook us on the passing lanes. I assured him that we were not in any hurry, and should not wish to live in the fast lane at all. He was not amused.
Despite the slow trip we were back in Bega well before 10 am, with plenty of time to call into both of the supermarkets to pick up a few provisions. (We do always seem to be shopping for food!)
Back up the hill at the camp, we were expected and soon set up adjacent to our site of last week. Here at the Bega Caravan Park, John likes to direct campers on to their sites, however he is not very clear as to exactly which site he intends one to back on to. This results in the driver, my very competent husband, appearing quite stupid, as he attempts to back on to the site he understand to be ours and John is giving contrary directions. In the meantime, those campers already established on their spot, watch the circus, hopefully recalling their own similar experience.
We watched the ABC News 24 for a couple of hours, seeing the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy on the Atlantic coastline then set off just before 2 pm to the north side of Bega to Anthony’s Car & Head Centre. Tony dropped us back in town, saving us the three kilometres walk in the 30 degree heat and we passed our time window shopping and I had my eyebrows tinted by a sweet little Chinese girl in one of those nail shops you find in malls. We spent the remaining time quietly reading in the council library. At 4 pm, we set off on foot along the Princes Highway, crossing the Bega River flood plain on a long bridge and arrived after half an hour in heat little reduced from the midday peak. The service had been carried out with no nasty surprises and so we paid and headed back to camp.
The birds have been quite active here at the camp today. Around midday a magpie mother showed great patience with her noisy offspring, almost as big as her, but still demanding to be fed. Remind you of anyone? And this afternoon crimson rosellas have joined the array of other residents here; there are an amazing number of birds here despite the fact that we are relatively close to the main highway.