Brogo To Bega

Stunning.

UPDATE 6.50 PM

Second time in two days I’ve driven to Bega. It’s not far but it’s bad travel management. However, it is a sensational drive. Fantasy forest and stream at the feet of a mountain.

Went to Bega hospital. It’s a good one. Couldn’t see where Geoff Broadhead works and a kind young medico told me the specialist layout.

Flies are making every day a terrible ordeal. It is exactly like living in a nightmare.

I’m at a loss what to do. Very pleased to be here tonight but there are few attractions at other unofficial spots.

Storage opens on the 6th. For the Bluetti return, if not earlier.

I’m struggling with living like this, but it’s mostly because of arseholes and busy rest spots.

If I didn’t have the cunt company disservice of Bluetti hanging over this period I’d go up to the tablelands. I won’t go up only to have to go up again soon.

If there weren’t flies I’d paint at Southbound.

I’m thinking even more than my usual lot about death. This trip seems like it will end in death. My life is reduced now to near zero.