Day 12: Camping Pullay

At first light a couple of us were in the water with glassy lefts and a team of French surfers shooting a movie. The team slowly emerged from tents at all hours and we settled into the slow camping routine. This revolved around poking the fire, eating bread rolls, reading, sleeping and surfing. If your name was lisa, it was sleeping face down on a board bag all day.

We purchased 6 big fresh fish for $20 and prepared them in foil for the fire. The day dragged on and was grey with the horizon blending ocean and sky. Our bodies dragged on as the week of building caught up with us. Nana naps all round. The highlight was definitely cooking and eating fresh fish with veges and hot coal cooked potatoes.

We had our daily "inspiration spot" bible study round the fire and Cole sang some great songs she wrote. The reflective atmosphere was disturbed by T-Dogg singing and additional disturbing sounds from his other orifice. It had been a great day and the stars declared the glory of God for us all.