DAY ONE HUNDRED AND TWELVE: Wild thing

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND TWELVE: Wild thing

This is our last day in Ellenbrough. Tomorrow we move onto Coopernook. The day is dull and overcast with spots of rain, every now and again it clears in patches then closes in with clouds of rain. We both skipped the wash in the river saying we will do it tomorrow. We like it here but there has been a big issue has been flies. Not mosquito or midge but big blue bottle like flies, it’s disgusting. At any time there can be up to thirty in the van which isn’t pleasant for sleeping. It has concreted the fact I will not be going to anywhere tropical unless it’s in a five star hotel.

            There is a lemon tree near our van and I proved why we shouldn’t be fruit pickers. I grabbed the closest branch bent it as far as it would go without breaking and picking four yellow green lumpy things that could only be identified as a lemon by its smell. Their for my pancake breakfast in Coopernook.

            Between pottering around from inside to the outside of the van I caught my reflection in the tinted windows of the van. Since leaving civilisation of Wollongong I’ve not really taken notice of my reflection but today, my hair, so bushy and curly. If I back combed it, it would almost look like an afro. It looked wild like Jack Nicolson off The Shining when he went mad. According to Vicki I looked like him to when I was swatting flies.