We took a little jaunt two hours south of Sydney to visit Paper Bark Camp in Jervis Bay. You stay in a tent, but it’s a tent with a king size bed and a claw foot bathtub. So you don’t really camp…you glamp. When G fell asleep M and I sat out on the tent terrace (?!) with a bit of bourbon when we suddenly heard the air slice in half. We both froze for quite a few seconds as neither of us had ever heard a sound like that before outside the comfort of surround sound speakers.
That wasn’t a bird was it?
No. It was a GIANT fruit bat or flying fox, harmless, but nonetheless GIANT. It does not hover in the breeze on its fluffy feathers, it pushes the air out of its way with wings made of skin and sounds like…wait for it…Batman.
We finished our drinks inside the little tent zipper enclosure thingy.