Dispatches from the sunburned wastelands

We attempted to take a break to the nearby Bateman's Bay coast on Friday, and go camping - Our 1st time in Oz, and our 1st time with the LM. We stopped to stretch our legs in Braidwood, a well-preserved rural town about an hour's drive east of Canberra.


I dropped of Mrs B and the LM at the local park, and went shopping for bread (and other yummy stuff) in the famous Braidwood Bakery. When I got back, I was met by a grinning but blood-soaked LM, and a nearly hysterical Mrs B. The monster tried to fly from the top of a slide, and thus became the honoured recipient of hi s first stitches. Which was a whole other story....


We tried again on Saturday...Only, this time we didn't let the little monster out of the car in Braidwood...

Two hours (and a bit of Bruce Springsteen) later a tent was pitched at the Depot Beach campsite in the Muramarrang National Park, and then it was off to the nearby beach. I know he was born in Australia, but can he be a bit more bashful about it?

The campsite, while nothing to rave about concerning it's infrastructure (budget cuts, Mr Rudd?), was situated amongst giant hardwood trees, with roaming mobs of bloodthirsty hungry kangaroos, nocturnal prowling possums, squakwing kookaburra's, and scuttling iguanas. (And don't forget the singing rednecks...). We had a great time, and the stitched-up head wound didn't seem to bother the LM in the slightest. He seems to have a thing for the ocean. Next thing will be his own surfboard, I'll bet.

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