The Bush is Where We Want to Bee

A few weeks of bush camping in WA's inland breezes and clement temperatures suddenly came to an end with 42°C temps and also had a sting in the tail.


For a couple of days I happily coexisted in my birthday suit with squadrons of wild bees attracted to the water dripping from our grey water and external aircon outlet. Gen got stung on the wrist and I glibly passed it off as a misunderstanding bee to human interaction

Today, the bees clearly were no longer on our 2024 Christmas card list when they came back to bite us literally in the bum: I got one sting on each buttock which required tender ministration by Gen of an ice cube for each sting.

Then the moaning of the cab aircon in the bus turned out to be not one burnt blower motor - we had a spare, so we smugly thought we'd cracked it - but two were cactus.

The Gods weren't finished with us. A massive gust of wind caused the mounting of one of the awning arms to suffer metal fatigue and shear off.

So now we are seeing the awning man in Kalgoorlie tomorrow at crack of dawn - he will knock off at noon when the temps hit 43°C. We also cracked to book into a caravan park with a swimming pool to sit it out, wait for the parts, and keep adding ice cubes to my nether regions.

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Kalgoorlie, Bees, Bee Sting, Lake Douglas, Western Australia, WA