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So it’s focused on me. At 8.05 this morning I was in Dry Creek rest area and saw the white car exit Quaama He honked before the exit, I whistled and waved come here, ge turned south and I was pointing accusingly hard at him, and through the window I saw an outstretched hand towards me waving.

Absolutely creepy and sick and very, very troubling.

12.05 PM

I’m sitting in Bega hospital, had a coffee as a treat, slightly cooler, and still very shaken up by the Quaama Stalker. Horrible Horrible prick thinks he can honk me. He honks for an extended time, every time he goes past. It is deeply disturbing. For days I’ve been thinking about referring him to the police.

I don’t ever want to go back to Quaama again. He ruins a perfect place. I wish I could sort him out personally and get him to fucking stop.

I thought about going to the General Store and asking if he’s a stalker for others, or leave him a letter. But I’m vulnerable there at night all alone and a Quaama brute might not sympathise with my situation.

I need evidence anyway to go to the police.

OTHERWISE, my head aches badly. It’s damaged, and in the hospital mirror it is bad.

There’s a heatwave up at Nimmitabel where I wanted to go. Extreme heat for another 7 days.

This is a real problem time. I thought it would be easier after today but not for another week.

And I am really feeling the horrors of being homeless. I really do nit have anywhere to go.

I have to find somewhere to sleep. While here, I should get my head looked at.

Shit night. And bad mosquitoes.

10.10 AM

At Dry Creek Quaama. Just got water again.

Wondering what to do about the

Hillbilly Honker Hassle

I’ve had a gutful of the bastard. Every morning he honks going north then honks at ne going south. I’m the only one there.

I think it might be the stickybeak bastard who pretended to care but had to stick his nose in, literally. The fuck from south of the rest area.

I want it to stop. Tomorrow I think I’ll go follow him – pretty sure it’s that dickhead who gets the paper from the general store every day – and get him to stop.

Disturbing, every morning, twice, that I stay here. Doing it last visit as well.

Get a life you nuisance fuck!!!!

(I wanted to paint today but he’s put me off from being here )

4 PM

Tired and cranky and rudderless. To Cobargo to Bermagui. Faffed around. Ended up going out to the northern wall, with views of Gulaga and differently to town and headland. Where there be seals. Then drove and walked ans saw a marlin hoisted amongst fuckwits which an hour earlier had the Pacific Ocean as its home and playground. Utterly repugnant, the scene. Shot it for disgust. Then to Cuttagee, the headland and sandy creeks.

All in photos below.

Back at hilltop Quaama and preparing for maybe a last night and leaving before the honking arsehole tomorrow.

7.15 PM

Big problem. This thing. Ground shakes when it idles. I hoped he’d pull away. But he turned off the engine so when he goes it’s going to be 15 minutes of torture at least while he warms the engine. Could happen anytime between now and 8AM.

Fuck.

Absolute bonus if he goes before I fall asleep. They really should be separated, and trucks banned from car stops.

And some homestead has doof doof music rampaging through the air.

7.40 PM

Champion! He fired her up and left. Decent driver turned off the engine when others don’t. Much appreciated mate.

All alone again. Fabulous.

Night sky right now.

4.25 PM

Terrible day. Skull been very sore. Into Bega for Betadine, no relief. Piercing pain.

Took shots of Bega River at Bega. Heatwave dead still. Me in a painful stupor. Drove around aimlessly.

Back at Hilltop Quaama at 2.30PM, some wind, panadol and a sleep.

Cooler now. Not a good day. Still sore.

8.15 PM

Sun down behind hills and gold sky to pink further away. A caravan and young couple up near the seats, could send someone close to me if they’re looking for a spot.

Highway been extremely busy but starting to quieten now.

Tge wind has stopped a couple of hoursvago and it’s sweltering hot and airless now. Part of the 5 day heatwave.

One more night tomorrow and the coats is, people say, going to have fewer travellers. Getting close to getting through this. It’s been a struggle. Having no one here at hilltop Quaama has been a godesnd when that’s happened. Lucky to have found it.

My head has eased up but I’m bound to have trouble again on the pillow. Got panadol if I need it.

Through the curtains:

Without night shot feature turned on. Fantastic sleep, from before 9PM. No disturbances. Country air.

At 6.31 AM. Through the window.

7.50 AM

A lovely bonus this time has been cattle in the adjacent paddock. Charming, on dusk last night. Munching noisily just yards away now.

10 AM

Finished comnentary at NYT and boiling a couple of kettles for a shower. (Fire restrictions outside no doubt.)

The flies are worse than last time!

They don’t come so much in the car, thankfully, but still do, and I think I might go to Bermagui and get away from them.

11.30 AM

Coffee in the van on Bermagui headland in luscious cool wind off the sea, wondering what I’m doing. Wonderful trip in. Spectacular Tom Roberts colours and streams with a bit of water in them, grasses fresh from recent heavy rains, nothing bone dry but sun drenched and in a week could be. Escaped the heat and flies of Quaama.

Be good to find a spot to stay around here somewhere. Save petrol and wear going back to Quaama.

What to do before then? Feeling too tired to paint.

4.40 PM

Had a low glucose problem around 2.30pm and still shaky. Not feeling well. Bumped my skull for the sixth time and it’s permanently sore again headache.

Got to Quaama hilltop about 3PM and might’ve slept. Before thrn, a look to the southern gold cliffs of Bermagui then up to Wallaga Lake, all of it near Gullaga there is astounding.

Hot. Uncomfortable. It’ll be better when the sun goes down.

In the shots also: Blue Pools, the swimming spot.

Around 7 to 7.30 PM had some fun with the low sun and the S24Ultra. Shots from inside the van on the bed. What a view.

8.30 PM

Fox!

Also shot from the van’s window.