Xmas Wildlife
Hello all, apologies again for the prolonged break in transmission from S&N but rural Australia has barely come to grips with the cappuccino revolution let alone high speed internet. I have been coping with my cold turkey withdrawal by climbing trees to get a good enough signal and sneaking glimpses of my gmail account from my mobile phone. Its amazing what lengths an email addict will go to. Anyway, back in Sydney now but still none of my friends have the bandwidth that I crave. I have to resort to dingy internet cafes with the rest of the plebs. Resizing photos becomes an issue and uploading more than 1Mb is apparently illegal in this state, but we got there in the end.
Jeff and I drove 3 hours south of Sydney to Lake Conjola where Meg and her twin sister Gen have a holiday house. We undertook the 4 hour mammoth expedition to stock up at the supermarket in Nowra on Xmas eve... bad idea I know... but we had no choice... and then bunkered down for the next few days of bbqing and drinking.
There are lots of surrounding areas and track to walk, beaches to explore (and pick up rubbish) and the lake to paddle about in with the kayaks from the garage. The weather wasnt baking hot but thats OK for a pasty white boy like me and the torrential rain held off until the 27th.
If one of these babies lands on you you'd certainly know about it. Although it looks like something out of a bad 80's film it is actually a cicada which spend most of their time either underground or in trees. They are very noisy buggers too and really symbolise the 'sound of the jungle' to me. They obviously don't swim too well as we found this one washed up on the beach.
Our final guest in the wildlife theme was Mr Huntsman. Jeff found it hilarious to tell me on the way down that last time he was there, he found a spider so big that it could be barely contained by the colander which is specially reserved for containment and relocation of these furry friends. The one in this shot is only a baby really and had decided that under the toilet seat was going to be his hidey-hole. Thankfully Meg and Gen discovered him before I did, but after that my bravado for simply sailing in an out of the bathroom like a true Aussie had disappeared.

































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