Escape to Urunga

We survived the bitter night by relocating to the lounge to be close to the bar heater. My frost bitten toe can most likely be saved. It took a while for our motor pnurone systems to stir enough to get into the car, with heater on max, to drive to the local bakery. Most of the time was waiting for a break in the traffic so we could get out of the driveway. Sitting peacefully in the hot sun outside the bakery. Until the terrorist 4 year old toy mowered into a dog and fell over screaming next to us. She was then on a mission of revenge against the happless mut with the unshakeble happy grin. Repeatedly ramming the dog with her toy mower. Enough, did a nice long walk on a very long boardwalk at Urunga.

Chinese restaurant one street away for dinner. Everywhere does triple size servings up here, even this. We missed our hovel on the way back and consequently added another 2k to our 200m walk back.