Camping with the Roos

Our wee van has done a fair number of kilometres, 419,000 in fact, although we’re only responsible for 5,500 of them. Either way, it needed a few repairs so we had some more time to kill in Jervis Bay. Kitting myself out with a snorkel, I went in search of the marine wildlife, and found some in the form of stingrays, some other bottom dwelling fish and a fair bit of seaweed (which scares the bejesus out of you). The sea was a tad murky, but now I’ve got my own gear I’ll be looking in the sea at any given opportunity!
With van fixed, the journey was back on, with camp for the night at Pretty Beach, which to be fair is actually quite pretty. We’re in a national park, and the wildlife abounds, with the obiligatory Kookaburras, and a possum that appears to have decided it would like to try a curry. The best bit, however, is the herd(?) of grey kangaroos that are happily chewing their way through the campsite grass. There’s so many, and they are so unperturbed by humans that I just about tripped over a little one on the way to the kitchen. It’s a pretty cool feeling to know that if you open your door, chances are there’ll be a couple of kangaroos outside, how much more Australian can you get?
Update: Either the possum is a practical joker, or there’s a clumsy roo out there as something pulled the power cable out!