There's an open-air restaurant back at the resort near the backpacker dorms. We pick a picnic table, run into Jared the cameleer putting the moves on one of the female employees, and order meals at the counter. There are open-air grills steaming just outside the dining area. It's a cook-it-yerself Aussie barbie. Melanie gets the meat kebab and I get the fish.
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The barramundi takes twice as long to cook as the meat and it sticks to the foil wrapper. It's hot enough to begin with even at night here, and there's no need to spend extra time over a steaming metal short-order grill. That and the fish is full of bones. But the potato salad and sides are tasty, and we wash it down with a pitcher of VB.
There's a shuttle bus that runs along the perimeter road, but we've just missed it. On the ride to the restaurant we saw the lighted footpath that bisects the resort loop, and in the light of the full moon we can still see the radio tower behind the apartments, so we strike off on foot. The wrong way. Sticking to the loop we'll eventually pass every part of the resort, but we head away from Emu Walk to get to the path that brings us... well, closer to the apartments but not by too much.
The light of the moon is obscured and reflected by gathering clouds, painting the sky watercolor gray and steel blue. It's the biggest sky I've seen in a long time, ominous and still and low to earth unlike the distant vault of the Milky Way last night. It begins to rain as we reach the apartment. It rains heavily throughout the night.
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