On arriving at the site we were met by the Caretaker "Noel Duthy" (above) he is a real character - about 5ft nothing, white hair and a white beard, almost 83 yrs old and he has lived in Dululu all his life - the small town has 1 pub (below) and a general store, the pub is about 100 years old painted yellow with no outside wall cladding, as in those days they only lined the inside because it was a lot cheaper to build, the beer was so cold and so very good (XXXX).
The camp has hot shower's and toilet's and all for $5.00 a night, I had asked San to turn of the van fridge and I started to reverse onto the site I could not see her and I thought that she was Magin to the couple on the next site, the guy next door with a "Horrified look on his face" came running and shouting to me stop - stop your wife is in the caravan I hit the brakes, stopped and jumped out of the car and there was poor San terrified with no colour in her face (Sandras words) I have never been so relieved for John to stop the car - funny now but not then.
About 4pm (beer oclock) we were having Happy Hour with our new friend's Sandra & Nic "a Greek guy" from South Australia Neville & Jenny "Poms" from Lancashire, they are a very nice couple, San nicknamed Neville "Phil Collins" and boy did he have some story's to tell, he had us in stitches with the joke's that he told, they also had the crew over at the pub that way as well. They had gone over for Dinner and a few beers and came back "blotto" without eating Dinner. Whilst we were having our Happy Hour I glanced over towards an old Ramshackle house about 100 meters away and there was this old guy walking around Naked - Fairdinkum he was Starkers - the women were up and straining there eyes for a Bo-Peep at him, ya never no wot ya will see at Happy Hour.
About 4pm (beer oclock) we were having Happy Hour with our new friend's Sandra & Nic "a Greek guy" from South Australia Neville & Jenny "Poms" from Lancashire, they are a very nice couple, San nicknamed Neville "Phil Collins" and boy did he have some story's to tell, he had us in stitches with the joke's that he told, they also had the crew over at the pub that way as well. They had gone over for Dinner and a few beers and came back "blotto" without eating Dinner. Whilst we were having our Happy Hour I glanced over towards an old Ramshackle house about 100 meters away and there was this old guy walking around Naked - Fairdinkum he was Starkers - the women were up and straining there eyes for a Bo-Peep at him, ya never no wot ya will see at Happy Hour.
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