“Evolution, have you heard of it?”
Thats what Daniel asked Ross this morning. Ross replied yes why. Daniel went on to explain that man had evolved from apes, with which Ross was very impressed with Daniels general knowledge. Daniel went on to add, that Ross hadnt quite evolved as much as he perhaps could have. It became apparent the possibly Barb may have been behind the evolution lesson.
Nice one Brab. Barbs evolution lesson wasnt very successful. Ross fails to see any comparison ……….
No resemblance …… ???
The caravan site we had at Fingal Bay is fairly spacious, but the site is pretty close to the smaller site next door. The street is narrow and reversing the van in was a challenge. Our redneck neighbours helped guide us in whilst he gave us his complaint list about some aspects of the park.
That very night … late into the night, there were what seemed to be 40 people in the neighbours camp, and all of them were talking (read yelling), singing, farting and just generally being a bloody nuisance, blissfully unaware they were annoying the christ out of everyone else around them. Ross fell blissfully off to sleep but Barb was forced to stay awake watching a movie till they decided to call it a night a 12.30am. It was Aust Day ….. so Barb sucked it up (by “sucked it up” we mean she directed her disgust just at Ross).
Our bed was literally the width of their car from them, and our bed being made out of a tent, it didn’t deflect too much of the noise.
They started packing up mid morning, much to Barbs delight. Ross was chatting with them when they mentioned some ‘whingers’ who complained about their noise the night before last. So they were already completely ignorant of the fact they were being obnoxious arseholes the previous night ….. so how do we fix it …. we just do it again.
They asked if they kept Ross awake, and Ross truthfully replied no …… Ross didnt mention Barb had put a death curse on them all, and prayed to the god of Karma that rock band move into the house next to them.
These are the types of inconsiderate, oxygen thieving arseholes that show their patriotism on Australia Day by waving around the Chinese made Australian flags they bought in Safeway the night before. This caravan park, like all others, has a 10pm noise rule. They book in knowing the rules, annoy the crap out of everyone around them and then have the audacity to have a go at people trying to sleep.
The northern headland protecting Fingal Bay is connected to the mainland by a sandbar which is often submerged but in the right conditions at low tide you can cross over to the headland on foot.
Sometimes the crossing is in knee deep water. We decided to wander around the bay today and see if we could cross.
Ross checked the tides at Fingal Bay, because he wanted to be sure when the water would start raising because Daniel would be with us. By the time Barb and Daniel stopped being ‘wonderful’ the window of opportunity had past.
No problem we have a week to squeeze it in.
We drove the couple of km’s to Shoal Bay and had a coffee and ……. another cheese pie for Daniel.
Barb tried to wrestle the pie from Daniel without luck
Barb likes it here so much …. she was all over the real estate prices …. again
On the way back we checked the surf club for dinner and had a look at the beach in front of the club. The club building is only 12 months old and has a nice menu and terrific view. Its only 100mtrs walk from the caravan park along the beach.
Theres a question often asked “if a man says something in the forest, 100’s of miles from anyone, where no-one can hear him …. is he still wrong”
When Ross and Barb looked at the beach at the front of the surf club they stood in front of the lifesaver beach chalkboard which introduces the duty lifeguard and describes the conditions of the day.
Barb pipes up. “Low tide is 12pm!!!”. Ross assured her it was 12.30pm. Ross was obviously and very clearly wrong, because the random anonymous scrawling on a beach chalk board said 12pm.
Even though Barb herself had no idea when low tide was or who wrote on the chalkboard and where they sourced their data; Ross was just wrong, plain and simple, and that was the end of that.
(Ross wasnt wrong …….. by the way. And if we followed the anonymous chalkboard oracle we would have all drowned. All good, Ross’s fault again)
Our remaining neighbours have all their caravan stands in buckets of water … we presume to stop ants. Unfortunately ants are more than happy to climb up your hose, waste and power leads as well. In fact hoses are their favourite.
The wind picked up and made the beach less inviting, so we hit the caravan park pool. From stage left, enter this genuine, world class “Lady” and elder statesman of the “proper poolside way to do things”.
Complete with her spectacular rubber helmet covered in NQR rubber immitation flowers, sun peak and regulation sharp aunty dark sunnies. Even with the two tone rubber helmet, “the head does not be submerged”. Its just a gorgeous rubbery fashion accessory, and head turner.
Now this is not your average caravan
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