Rain …. Rain … Rain. All afternoon yesterday and all night last night and all morning. Forecast is for .. guess what … more rain.
It was cold last night and cold this morning too. A bit of a culture shock, although Ross still refuses to wear shoes. When we went into town today he was slipping and sliding all over the place, but he wont give in.
Checked the forecast to weigh up our options. Rain with some falling wet stuff, followed by patches of moisture and possibly some rain’iness. Hmmmmm. The scope of the forecasts we checked became wider and wider.
The entire east coast of Australia is underwater. We toyed with the idea of crossing inland to the Murray and Mallee region … guess what … it’s raining there to.
Perth is our only option, so we leave tomorrow morning for Western Australia.
Only kidding. (probably only kidding)
From under the canopies of the shops in the retail area, it appears that Ulladulla is quite a nice place and quite big. The harbour has a fishing fleet and safe haven behind a breakwater inside the small naturally protected bay.
Ulladulla has a place called Funland which Ross and Barb reluctantly thought we would have to go to, just to give everybody some space. Funland was an effective but sneaky way of re-labling Crappo-World. Half the games didn’t work; of the ones that did some had parts missing.
Whack-a-mole without a head on the hammer for example. Whacking a mole for fun with a hammer is one thing, but with a stick is quite cruel.
Lucky Poo Poo Head didn’t realize the place was pathetic, and was a little dazzled by all the flashing lights. We managed to entertain the Poo Poo Head for an hour and a half which bought Ross some valuable caffeine time.
Barb was so, so incredibly disappointed that she didn’t get a better result on the Deal, or No Deal game.
Ross conquered the Steve-o-rama game of so called skill.
The dodgems were not too bad, and with us the only ones there Poo Poo Head enjoys driving in every direction possible. 
The blow flies up here are enormous.
Barb’s enjoying a little ride about the caravan park on Poo Poo Heads scooter. She spent half an hour in the naughty corner for failing to wear a helmet. It was suppose to be an hour, but Ross and Poo Poo Head started getting hungry.
This picture should speak volumes …. Standing on the beach in jeans, shoes and a cardigan.
They apparently taped up the toilet in the caravan park laundry after all the complaints of people trying to have a quiet shit. They couldn’t concentrate with all these inconsiderate people coming and going with their clothes washing.
We were driving out of the caravan park to head into town when Ross noticed this Peacock sitting on a cabin handrail. It looked completely out of place, and it was outside the laundry later in the day. Ross said they fan their feathers when they want to meet the ladies. Barb said it was a protection thing.
Bull shit Ross said …… the bloody Peacock then fanned it’s feathers and chased Ross when he got too close. Without a female Peacock handy, Ross said it must fancy him.
It actually stopped raining about 4pm and although it still dark and grey, the clouds are quite high and it’s a little more mild now.
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