Today is probably the hottest yet so far, the bush avian call was more melodic than the rowdy raucous Fra car' of yesterday morn. But wait there is another sound not too far from my tent, it sounded like footsteps, oh! shit!!. I have heard about naughty people murdering tourists in the remote places of S.A. Poo scared I took a sneaky peaky through the tent fly, I was so relieved to see "Will Wallaby" foraging around our campsite. Note to self, extra care is needed in choosing bush campsites. The first rule is to look for rubbish, especially beer cans or condoms, sure sign that the site is frequented by locals. Second is fresh car tyre tracks, what goes in, must come out, "Don't pitch tent on bush tyre tracks for obvious reasons. With the
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