We were outside Vinnies in the Bay admiring a campervan with its door open. Two young - well, youngish - people were sitting inside. "That's the sort of campervan I've always wanted", I said, to which they replied in a strong Germanic accent.
They were a young - well, youngish - couple from Austria, that small country in the centre of Europe which had given birth to the biggest piece of shite that had ever walked the earth. They had just come up from Melbourne and were on their way to a more tropical Queensland.
Not aware of the treasures that might await them inside Vinnies, they'd been at the laundrette across the road but found it too expensive. "Why don't you come out to Nelligen and do your laundry at our place", I suggested, which is how it came to pass that we spent the whole afternoon and evening talking in a mishmash of German and English about my travels and their travels (but mostly my travels) and drank lots of Glühwein and ate lots of pizza while their washing took a tumble.
They're travelling north today, while we're travelling south to have lunch again at the Moruya Bowling Club with our friend from Moruya Heads.
