Photos to come - Barham?
We finished our 19th day well, paddling past a little town on the Victoria side called Koondrook and finially pulling in early (earlier than what we would ordinatily camp) to a little town called Barham on the New SOuth Wales side. I forgot to mention (in the last post), that along the river, each town seems to be connected to another town on the other side of the river by a bridge. Examples: Albury - Wodonga, Echuca - Moama, and now Barham - Koondrook.
As we navigated a bunch of trees to arrive at the boat ramp, we floated past a large party of people dressed in there Sunday best perched on the grass at the side of the caravan park's boatramp. It turned out to be a wedding. Dressed in our paddling bests- used men's dress shits stained with river mud that we picked up for a dollar each at Vinnie's (St. Vincent de Paul?), we ambled up past the wedding goers.
The lady at the caravan park. a tall blonde, older slim-ish woman in a black see through dress was happy to welcome us as she mentioned that the whole wedding party had watched us approach. She allowed us to camp in the grass right next to the boatramp... SCORE! No portage! And then we went to have dinner in the hotel's pub... run by the caravan park owner's son.
The caravan park... and the grass was lovely, but marred by one serious problem... more mosquitos than we had seen anywhere up to that point. After dinner, instead of sitting around reading/talking in the open camp kitchen, we headed to the RSL for a drink. At least it was mozzie-free and airconditioned. I read my book and Dirk won $20 in a slot maching. Good for us! Drinks on Dirk. That night, on the way to the bathroom, I heard a strange and alarming animal sound ... followed by rustling in a nearby - my first possom sighing!
We finished our 19th day well, paddling past a little town on the Victoria side called Koondrook and finially pulling in early (earlier than what we would ordinatily camp) to a little town called Barham on the New SOuth Wales side. I forgot to mention (in the last post), that along the river, each town seems to be connected to another town on the other side of the river by a bridge. Examples: Albury - Wodonga, Echuca - Moama, and now Barham - Koondrook.
As we navigated a bunch of trees to arrive at the boat ramp, we floated past a large party of people dressed in there Sunday best perched on the grass at the side of the caravan park's boatramp. It turned out to be a wedding. Dressed in our paddling bests- used men's dress shits stained with river mud that we picked up for a dollar each at Vinnie's (St. Vincent de Paul?), we ambled up past the wedding goers.
The lady at the caravan park. a tall blonde, older slim-ish woman in a black see through dress was happy to welcome us as she mentioned that the whole wedding party had watched us approach. She allowed us to camp in the grass right next to the boatramp... SCORE! No portage! And then we went to have dinner in the hotel's pub... run by the caravan park owner's son.
The caravan park... and the grass was lovely, but marred by one serious problem... more mosquitos than we had seen anywhere up to that point. After dinner, instead of sitting around reading/talking in the open camp kitchen, we headed to the RSL for a drink. At least it was mozzie-free and airconditioned. I read my book and Dirk won $20 in a slot maching. Good for us! Drinks on Dirk. That night, on the way to the bathroom, I heard a strange and alarming animal sound ... followed by rustling in a nearby - my first possom sighing!
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