Camping at the Basin

"I believe in God, only I spell it Nature." Frank Lloyd Wright

Finally managed to get away camping with the gang. We caught the ferry from Palm Beach with all our gear and had a great two nights in the "wilderness." No cars, no hot water, no mobile reception... Neil brought the Defiance, so we ended up going for a sail. Camilla was scared by a particularly out-of-sorts wallaby, likening it to a James Bond villain. Trace slept on a grasshopper, or so she thought. Ana felt "priviledged" when half the wallabies, possums and bandicoots were in our tent making a mess and eating all our food (others naturally thought this was a disaster), Blake conceded and ended up loving all the camping games (particularly "Crossed or uncrossed??"), Belinda won the attentions of an admirer, Anthony made us all spaghetti bol and cut down a tree (still alive mind you, hmmm) for the campfire, KT amused us all with stories from the other side (of normality), some Irish backpackers showed up, there was a commitment ceremony, Sal caught Camilla rolling her eyes, Richard, well he was Richard, and volleyball never really kicked off. WHY DOES NO ONE LIKE VOLLEYBALL ANYMORE???




Ana on the Defiance in Pittwater