It rained all night. No leaks in the van though. We woke several times, decided to abandon whale watching and albatross feeding and head north.
I had first shower. Why does every camper park have showers that operate so differently?
I stepped into the small room, noticed there was no curtain, dumped my gear on the chair in the corner. Turned on the shower and was blasted with high pressure freezing cold water back against the door. I dragged myself nearer to the chair. My clothes along with the rest of the chamber were saturated. I sneaked up on the shower from one side and disabled it. I then noticed the sign behind me. "press black button for hot water". Not doing so apparently engages police interrogation mode.
Tricia's unsuspecting turn, he he he.
Before she got to the shower she turned around and seemed to indicate she wanted 3 shots of whisky. I had to explain that the universal sign for tea is not throwing your head and arm back, but a pinch of first finger and thumb with pinky extended to the heavens and a gentile wrist swivel.
Damn it, she noticed the sign.
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