Author: Rob

4.20 PM.  Lovely and peaceful. Only one here.

Guaranteed to disturb anyone nearby. Guaranteed.

If two Subarus that look the same pull up – get as far away as possible.

These two don’t understand “community” – they regard this rest area and these positions in it as their own, and they don’t understand “rest area” – they regard this property as their free right,their own property, to use as a social club.

Parasites.

It’s a curse they found this place. They are a curse upon it.

Forced out of the usual spot because of the newly crowned Waldrens Pests, from the truckstop area to Batemans Bay.

Saw this and photographed it.

Shower at the centre McDonald’s for breakfast, then a car service I really needed.

Out to chat with MH at his shed.

Onto Moruya, water and groceries, and a sleep in the truckstop because the Waldrens Pests were staying again tonight.

More trouble with Bluetti. Horror customer service. So too Star Track.

Relaxing, now. Might be a nice night, with a heap of luck.

Ten minutes ago, and for others, earlier.

I’m really affected by the pillock, and his sour nasty selfish looking wife. He was the bloke who arrived and made it difficult for everyone else with a clueless, selfish choking park. You could see him proud of himself, being away from the highway. Right in the turning circle at the end.

Then rushing to a target whom he thinks he can interrupt and ‘get’ what he needs from them.

It’s exactly everything I fear about this holiday season here.

I asked the prick nicely, perfectly reasonable, and he stared ahead ruling me out of existence. I’m so angry at the bastard I could throttle him.

I can’t put myself through that again. I was considerate every step of the way – and got squeezed out by arseholes: TWICE.

I have to spend the say thinking of a place to stay, ir risk it again, and take sustenance from the fact I can get out of here after the car service tomorrow.

UPDATE 7.36AM

I open the driver’s door – and a mongrel spider pulls back out of sight into the dashboard.

Just what I need.

UPDATE 6.35AM

Dead tired all day. Went to the Bay after a Moruya pool shower. Had to have a change of scenery.

Back to Waldrens because the place was all but empty, the arsehole had gone.

Slept, did some cleaning. It was lovely. Cool, sprinkly rain on and off.

Late in the afternoon Daniel arrives, with brother Jarnie, two cars. We chat about last night, they took my spot last night I found out. They agreed that no one should disturb others. They knew I can’t stand arsehole behaviour from being inconsiderate.

Not ten minutes later they’re set up and sitting under the tarpaulin talking loudly.

Can’t fucking believe it.

I told them the arseholes don’t get it that it’s a rest area and not a social club. The words, to which they agreed, should have been in mind.

Bastards.

An hour and a half was long enough. I started the car and drove around here to the truck stop section.

Again, I suffer and I do the right thing.

I’m struggling to think well if anyone, right now.

The selfish, thoughtless, disturbing cunt act – that no one else exists – is incomprehensible.

I now have to steer clear of them, and Waldrens becomes theirs to use not mine.

Horrible. Horrible.