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Wallaga Lake


We've reached our destination. I picked it on the Internet because it was near Tilba and the pictures looked nice. But it turns out to be 10kms from the nearest town Bermagui, on a lake not the beach, it's a big campsite full of neat relocatable homes with nobody at home, the few non-permanent campsites are empty. With nowhere to go, nobody to talk to, no waves to look at and Pelicans landing the most exciting thing happening around here, I'm worried ... we are booked in for a week.

Over at Ann's blog recently there was a discussion about whether isolation and having nothing to do was relaxing or not.  I've got the Internet, my camera and a couple of books ... we should be fine.

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  1. Missed out on this part of the coast as we went further south. Hope you have a good new year's.

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  2. It sure does sound isolated!, but look on the bright side - maybe there are treasures just waiting to be discovered.
    I trust you have a wonderful healthy & safe 2012.

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  3. Joan,let me wish you and yours Happy, Beautiful and Prosperous New Year!!!
    Thank you for your visits and comments on my blog:)
    Hugs
    Joo

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  4. Looks very peaceful enjoy!
    Happy New Year Joan & family, PEACE AND PROSPERITY FOR 2012

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  5. No one around?
    Means you can run around in circles in the nud with your undies on your head!

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  6. I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.

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