Harvey Bay
So we made it to Harvey Bay and it's Good Friday. We're ready to go off to Fraser Island on Easter Sunday and we're just using the time to a) eat fish & chips and b) scrape parrot poo off our camper van.
As predicted, the place is absolutely packed with people, as everyone goes to the beach and stays in campsites over Easter. So we had a bit of trouble finding somewhere to stay but resourceful as we are, we managed to persuade this guy at the campsite to let us into what must have been their last space and was indeed very small. Not too bothered about the size of the space as long as we can fit the camper in, but unfortunately, it was also under a big group of trees and one tree in particular that all the local parrots use to congregate and sleep in.
Didn't think too much of it in the beginning but as soon as the sun started setting, these swarms of parrots descended on the place and on that ONE tree and they LOVE to talk! Jabber jabber jabber all through and shouting at each other - Yo Oscar, how's it going? Fine mate, let's get a beer! Nah, my missus is well upset so gotta lay low. Fair dinkum mate! - and so on. Then they begin to poo. Well, I'm sure they poo even as they talk to each other and not just at night, but anyway from dusk till dawn, seriously, those birds poo'd on our camper van! It was covered!
We would lay in bed and we could hear these things landing on the roof and window and it was noisy, man! So the next day, we spent doing some serious scraping and cleaning and then we had to do it again the next day. No escape! I got some poo on my arm... I was a bit traumatised... and I think I got poo'd on my cheek too... YUCK!
But it's all good fun really - and what's a bit of poo between friends?
As predicted, the place is absolutely packed with people, as everyone goes to the beach and stays in campsites over Easter. So we had a bit of trouble finding somewhere to stay but resourceful as we are, we managed to persuade this guy at the campsite to let us into what must have been their last space and was indeed very small. Not too bothered about the size of the space as long as we can fit the camper in, but unfortunately, it was also under a big group of trees and one tree in particular that all the local parrots use to congregate and sleep in.
Didn't think too much of it in the beginning but as soon as the sun started setting, these swarms of parrots descended on the place and on that ONE tree and they LOVE to talk! Jabber jabber jabber all through and shouting at each other - Yo Oscar, how's it going? Fine mate, let's get a beer! Nah, my missus is well upset so gotta lay low. Fair dinkum mate! - and so on. Then they begin to poo. Well, I'm sure they poo even as they talk to each other and not just at night, but anyway from dusk till dawn, seriously, those birds poo'd on our camper van! It was covered!
We would lay in bed and we could hear these things landing on the roof and window and it was noisy, man! So the next day, we spent doing some serious scraping and cleaning and then we had to do it again the next day. No escape! I got some poo on my arm... I was a bit traumatised... and I think I got poo'd on my cheek too... YUCK!
But it's all good fun really - and what's a bit of poo between friends?
posted by Phil and Tanja @ 10:29 PM
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