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When I arrived, there were two caravaners already– a kept-to-themselves Grey Nomad couple in one, and a guy named Richard in the other. Not long after, a guy on a motorbike (Giovanni– a young Italian guy on a working Visa) camped in, too.
Richard was someone I call a “Forgotten Male”– one of those lonely guys in their 60s who’re Nomad’ing it, having never married, had a family, or owned a house; they’re often a bit reluctant to interact with people at campsites because of their self-consciousness of not being ‘normal’ like the retired-rich-and-married-and-gee-i've-got-so-many-grandkids Grey Nomads in the big RVs, but I’ve been able to get on well with them. They're Bros when they know they can trust you somewhat. I helped Richard out by helping him move some heavy equipment (generator), and he opened up and chatted about the best parts of the Belanglo, including the ‘gum tree campsite’ (that I would look for later).
Giovanni was traveling with all his belongings in a backpack, from a place he’d worked at in Victoria, up to a new job in northern NSW, and was just staying overnight. He had a (relatively) big beast of a bike, a Kawasaki KLE 500. His bike had a handmade pannier brackets much like mine. He was very interested in my experiences of bike touring on the postie, and my life experiences that got me into it… Fortunately maybe, I got to tell him about Ivan Milat’s activities in the area after he’d got some sleep. :)
