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I am a long way from Byron Bay. My intention to provide regular vanlife updates fell by the wayside, muted by uncertainty, and one seriously should-have-know-better error in judgment, as Bay City Lola and I took a detour from the road. There was a dude, an over-the-border invitation, a huge piece of land with aContinueContinue reading “Sunshine and the Shithole Swamp”