Enjoying a piece of the world famous Great Ocean Walk, I happen to find myself camping on night two in a little spot that wasn’t idyllic. As a former paddock, cows had trampled through not so long ago, as was evidenced by the dried out cow patties that consequently drenched the site drenched with flies.


But I didn’t care. I was sharing the campsite with much more than flies. From any given vantage point, you could see no less than three koalas in trees, and judging by the sounds of exorcism at night (we’ll get to that soon), I’d say there were a few dozen of them within 50 metres of where I (not so peacefully) slept.

But first, let me tell you how I got here.

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