We're packing up to leave the campsite we arrived at late last night. The van was cold and my necks sore. I keep twisting it from side to side, perhaps to relieve it, perhaps just to torture myself. The site's clustered with kangaroos, just hopping around the tents, campers and caravans. Already I feel accustomed to them, walking right past them barely noticing them. They move almost silently, gently rocking between their tail and limbs.
It's gray and cold this morning so I don't mind driving. I can still taste the breakfast muesli in my mouth but my minds already on dinner.
