That’s a town on the New South Wales south coast, about 200 kilometres from Sydney. Nothing much worth mentioning, the highlight of the past few days was a puppy that at 2AM attempted a break-and-enter into the tent. He was actually whimpering, begging to be let in, and so he spent the rest of the night sleeping next to me, but only after having tried chomping on everything in the tent, including my forearms which I counted, have twenty puncture holes courtesy of the pup’s razor-sharp teeth. I found his owner in the morning, sadly, as he would have made a great travel companion.
