Getting in and out of the damn thing results in unexpected chiropractic adjustments.
No matter how fine the mesh, bugs and specifically mozzies get in- through the door! - as we clamber in and out. Not good waking up to see a blood bloated bastard on the ceiling, basically rubbing it's hands together in glee at the long night's harvest. The scratching begins immediately.
Ants are the secret rulers of the world. There are millions of ant hills EVERYWHERE. Whether we get a camping spot on grass or dusty dirt, we have ants to contend with. They crawl everywhere trying on the quiet takeover.
When the sun is up, so are we. The eastern flank of Western Australia is fucked up - sorry, that should read is placed in a difficult position in relation to the change in time zones from state to state. Daylight, this morning began at 4.30.
Today I am wearing the grumpy pants. We only have the one pair to share, so if anyone wants to chat with L. you'll find him in a chipper mood.
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