Finding an overnight campsite in any city can be a bit of a problem, but I’m lucky that I have a fairly regular spot in Hobart right outside a friend’s house.
Naturally I operate in stealth mode … curtains drawn and no lights after sunset.
Normally a fairly quiet spot, it becomes a bit hectic nearer Xmas and this is what greeted me this morning. The butcher and the delivery man were having a loud joke-filled conversation which woke me.
Of course, the jokes might have had something to do with the angle of the delivery truck too.