15/06/2026
We have a talent for ending up in serial killer hotspots. Last time we stumbled into Snowtown and browsed the antique store next to that bank, completely oblivious. This time we went to Belanglo Forest deliberately, figured the history might keep the crowds away. We were very wrong.
Unbeknownst to us it was peak mushroom season, and by Friday night we'd been completely inundated by Sydneysiders who'd descended on the forest to forage. And look, they were lovely people, but they had absolutely zero concept of camping etiquette. We're talking cars parked so close to the van you could barely squeeze between. Someone pulled up their car right next to our campfire while we were sitting around it. A full mushroom cooking party marquee was setup on the other side. More and more people kept arriving until we were boxed in on every single side, despite there being heaps of room in the campground around us.
Banksi, absolute traitor that she is, just wanted to schmooze everyone, trotting over all cute so they'd pat her, which they did gleefully. So it was hard to stay grumpy, yet. Because there was no escape, even inside the van. The noise, the people, the chaos, I was getting completely overstimulated.
We ducked into town for a bit, and came back to find someone had parked directly in front of the caravan hitch. Where the truck had been. Insane work. That was the final straw.
Thankfully we caught them before they disappeared back into the forest, leaving us trapped inside their car fortress. Cam very politely asked them to move. Their response: "Oh cool, I can take your spot now!" Yeah. Great. All yours mate.
After a quick chat with a ranger who pointed us to a clearing deeper in the forest, we got the hell out. As we rolled away, some nearby caravanners nearby gave us that look, the slow knowing nod of people who watched the whole thing unfold and understood completely.
Some people leave the city and somehow bring it with them. Can't relate. 🤷♀️