The safari left Cairns headed for Mareeba where the Far North Nomads Chapter of the CMCA were holding a big "Christmas in July" Rally
We stopped up the tableland at Mount Molloy where there is a very big Dept of Main Roads camping area. Despite the large number of people there we had no trouble finding space for all our rigs, large and small/ppo trouble that is, until some Scouse git (person of moderate intelligence and little social grace from Liverpool, England) in a whiz-bang (a campervan with a sliding door and no toilet which goes whiz whenever the door is opened for someone to go to the toilet during the night, and bang when the door is shut again) complained that the Motley was encroaching on his privacy. I gently suggested that a crowded rest area was not an appropriate place to seek much privacy and I was accused, in a very angry tone of voice, of being . . . ."condescending". It takes all sorts, doesn't it. Some of the people in the safari were impressed by my even temper during this exchange and said that, in contrast, they would have been very angry in a very physical kind of way.
One of the delights of bushcamping is campfires. We were able to have one here because the DMR have installed proper fireplaces and the local Council provide a supply of firewood.