We took the less travelled route to Nanga from Kojonup, mainly to avoid travelling on Albany Highway. On the way we encountered about 20 kms of gravel road and made our van even dirtier. We decided to visit Darkan for morning tea, and in typical fashion, arrived there at about 12.00 noon. We were quite delighted with the little town, especially when we found the secondhand bookshop cafe, serving good coffee and home made cakes.
We noticed a good many older ladies arriving and heading for the backroom. We asked the friendly owner of the shop what this was about. Apparently it was a regular monthly meeting of The Dames. To qualify, you have to be over 75 years of age. The younger ladies’ group is called The Tarts. Stephen asked what happens if you are 75 and apparently you get to choose your group. We asked about men, there are only a few and they call themselves The Dukes.
The books for sale were good quality novels and interest books, such as plants. Stephen bought a couple of wildflower books.
We enjoyed coffee and ‘deconstructed’ sponge cake. We got to choose our topping and chose berries and cream. It was very lovely cake indeed.
Then on and on, eventually arriving in Dwellingup. Our fuel was down to less than a quarter of a tank and we decided to fill up a bit to ensure that we would be able to use our deisel heater, if necessary. Then down to Nanga to join the line up of cars.
The other line up was a dinner time. We are self catering for breakfast and lunch, but joining in for the evening meals.
Arriving in our parking area was a bit hectic, with many campers competing for places. Another camper scared us by saying we had to find our designated spot, turns out that there are no designated spots, we can park anywhere. We ended up with a slight slope towards the front and a slight lean to one side, quite good for the shower water. As we can’t operate the fridge on gas we are not too concerned about not being level. Having our stuff in the communal walk in fridge is working out well. We could use the showers, but find it easier to continue to have washes in the van. We refill our little container as necessary and have been trying to conserve the tank water. I think it is going to last until we head home.
We are not the largest ‘campervan’ here, there is a converted bus and friends have brought their pop top caravan, even though the rules are that caravans are not allowed. Maybe next year there will be a size limit, but we probably won’t be coming as our plan is to be overseas at this time.
We have enjoyed catching up with past and present choir members and friends, as well as other folk we have come to know by attending Nanga and other folk festivals. We haven’t yet managed to stay until the end of the evening concert, even though we are camping onsite for the first time.
Some photos from our walk this morning, and one photo of the kangaroo that always visits to see if people have any suitable food. We didn’t.
This is the first year that there has been a phone signal at Nanga. We weren’t expecting it and I’m not sure if it is a good thing or a bad thing. Anyway, it has allowed me to post this blog.