Leaving Quaama Hilltop Today

6.24 AM.

Neat slow sunup of heavy mist and isolation. Been good to me, this hilltop rest area. Haven’t had to deal with noise ir people parking too close, but one (who moved).

No idea how Moruya is faring from visitors. Not looking forward to it.

But it’s Monday after Christmas and New Years, now mercifully past, and with it hopefully goes the worst. Sad as always to see a tormentor go. I so easily and deeply relate.

Enjoying fog and coffee and all NYT commentary options closed. Peace.

8.40 AM

Packed up and now down at Quaama Dry Creek (low) stop. Filled up water bottles in case, scrub the face, and now leaving Quaama altogether.

Aiming for a shower at Narooma.

Arrived Bodalla SF

11.05 AM

Boiling a coffee. Long Narooma shower, then groceries, Narooma packed, Wild Fin is out but C’s car not parked. Then here.

Acutely aware this and Moruya won’t be as easy or wonderful as Quaama hilltop. Travellers everywhere. Could get cramped out and expect I will.

Anyway, I have a spot with a table to paint on.

6.25 PM

A prick turned up. Could tell by him inviting himself to the table where I was privately reading and looking into my can twice. Cantankerous self-righteous fuck. He blocked out a potential neighbour by putting redundant solar panels on the ground – in rain and a thunderstorm.

So the lovely couple who arrived are on an angle. Then he invited another huge van onto his spot and is talking loudly.

Prick. Going to be here a while too, by the look of his set up.

The entire rest area is packed out now, people drinking and set up with florid decorations.

I think I’ll be okay tonight, but it’s nothing like my isolated beautifully-lonely hilltop.

Then this week Wed Thurs Fri is deadly heatwave. I detest summer holidays. Good luck to everyone else though.

As I write, the caravan on the other side has fired up TV or music with noisy talking and a beat. You have to be joking!!!!

Fucking hell.

(I’m using earplugs for the news. Aren’t I the idiot.)

7.25 PM

Now a 4WD has driven offroad and parked nearby. This was also the only view I had but now they both block that slither and can look in.

I’m surrounded 320 degrees by vehicles.

This place is nasty. The rationale is that if there’s a patch of ground it can be taken, no matter that it’s adjacent to someone else.

People who get here late, instead of preparing and getting early, push in and destroy the amenity of those like me who do the right thing. They simply have a fuck you I’m selfish attitude and barge in, usually noisy too in setting up.

As for the prick. He’s into the beers and talking loudly to his little, organised social club.

I knew it would be bad here.