I love leaving Sydney city, driving 45 mins south and going down to this waterhole that we found deep in the center of the park. It use to be used regularly by local Aboriginal people as a resting place. I camped there one night and just before we put the fire on some weird guy emerged from the bush with a machete and 1 flipper. He completely ruined the good pre fire camp vibes and the rest of the night was a bit of a shamozal, sleeping in and out of caves dodging rain and being chased by some lingering dream time spirits.
It was also my little brothers 21st birthday around this time which was insanely wild. No photos as I was busy being the token older idiot brother.
It was also my little brothers 21st birthday around this time which was insanely wild. No photos as I was busy being the token older idiot brother.
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