AFL Grand Final eve today, and we’re carrying the flag north over the border, no-one gives a fish finger about the AFL. We are located deep within rugby country, where anything Mexican (Victorian) is all but irrelevant.
We’ve been away in the van for the last 4 Grand Final weekends starting with Wye River in 2015, Liechardt River, Ocean Grove and this year Broulee.
In our bush camp near Bodalla it was a much milder over night temperature with the heater barely coming on. 2 of the other 3 van folk were, like us, complaining of the very cold night before
About 7am this morning the very important local council Ranger made his equally important appearance …. to clean the toilets, and refill the toilet paper, a skill that takes years of training and we suspect all day to do.
Just in case the tone isnt obvious enough, Ross has precious little time for local government, it’s bullshit money grubbing and it’s piss ant beaucracy.
Now that we’re all safe with clean toilet seats, the local Power Ranger can confidently move on to other important duties like issueing parking fines, kidnapping peoples dogs and generally being an oxygen theif and hiding from any real work.
So onward we go to Broulee our northern most point in the trip, later this morning. We’re really looking forward to it because whilst we’ve driven this highway many times Broulee is off the highway on the coast and we’ve never ventured in there
Bodalla … we fell for that “cheese factory” crap last time we drove through. It pretty much sells supermarket cheese
The Bodalla church felt very warm and inviting, not at all like a scene from The Nun. We’re pretty sure the 140 year old Anglican church is an Old Testiment style fire and brimstone variety church.
Arrived at the Broulee Caravan Park right on 12 midday check, and off to a good start the nob next door has not only parked his car on our site and was nowhere to be seen, but has left his own allocated car park btw his van and his car with enough room for Ross to reverse the van.
You’ve got to wonder what action is going on inside these morons heads. He was very sheepish when he turned up on a push bike after the park staff rang him … if you can see in hindsight what an arsehole you are, why do it in the first place.
Broulee Beach directly behind the caravan park. A little blown out today, the beach curves its way around 6 kms south to the Moruya River and the town of Moruya.
The Broulee Surf Life Saving club beach is just to the left of the pic above
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