We took a 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 our son fell asleep, my husband and I sat outside on the tent’s terrace (?!) with a bit of bourbon. Then we heard the air slice in half. We froze-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, also known as a flying fox. They are harmless, but nonetheless GIANT. They don’t hover on the breeze with fluffy feathers-they push the air out of the way with wings made of skin that sound like, well, Batman.
We finished our drinks inside the tent’s zipper enclosure thingy.