After Beechworth we passed through Ned
Kelly land. Crazy what history does. A murdering criminal is now a
hero on which a whole tourist industry is based. Not very big,
nothing of the kind is big over here compared to where we come from,
but Ned is everywhere. In shops, musea, images, gadgets, tourist
shows and so on. When we passed through this region we also passed
into another year. We hardly noticed. On our caravan park in Benalla
everyone went to bed at normal times, which is between 9 and 10, and
in the morning it appeared to be 2013. Just like that.
From Benalla we went south and had our
first fully booked caravan park. I think the lady at the reception
had a chronically bad temper, since she was just repeating that there
was no place for us and she was not helpful at all in suggesting
other options for us. Which I'm sure all other receptionists here
would have done. It's what Ozzies do, help if they can. On the other
hand, considering the kind of tourists that were on the campsite, her
behaviour is imaginable. It sits on a lakeside and it's all motors
there. Big cars, big motorbikes, motorboats, jetskies and more noisy
stuff. Perfect reasons for a permanent bad mood I would say.
We were very kindly received in the
local motel. Glad there was one, we had done 70 k on new year's day.
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