Day 2, windy

Again, no phone reception (but what do you expect out in the bush?) so
a day late blog.
After pebbly beach, onto the Princes Hwy again. Took the tourist drive
from Moruya through to Eurobodalla. Really nice area, full of old
grey haired people... You can see why they retire there. LOTS of old
guys fishing. Infact I think this whole area along the coast is
populated by old fishermen.
Back onto the Princes Hwy, through cheese making town Bega, again
really beutiful, rolling green hills with the sea as a backdrop, hard
to beat. On to the town of eden, stopped at the tourist info centre
and asked where was nice to camp. The old bloke recommended
Bittangabee Bay in Ben Boyd national park as there shouldn't be many
people there.
Found the turn off easily enough but I kept managing to fly past the
direction signs before I could read them. In the end found the camp
site but the old guy at the info centre had lied to me, as the place
was brimming with fishermen (young and old).
Set up camp under some scary looking clouds so decided on an early
dinner before things got too wet. Rain proceeded to hold off and once
dinner was finished (spicy chicken breast fillet with tomatoes and
mushrooms) I wandered off into the bush for a shower. Underneath the
pitifully small dribble from my camp shower I tried to cleanse myself
of the days dirt, a fruitless exercise. Wet, cold and dirty, into my
tent, and then into my sleeping bag. The wind at this point (I'm on a
headland, somewhat sheltered by trees) has picked up, so do I get out
of bed and tie down the loose flaps of the tent, or rather enjoy the
comort of my bed.
Wrong decision.
The continued whipping of the tent flaps ensured a fitful nights
sleep. Lesson for next time, don't be so lazy...