
As almost every afternoon I’m coming back to my campsite. It’s quiet and a bit hot but fortunately shady. But, sometimes, I get a visitor like this one : A goanna!

… turning around my tent and bike expecting some food maybe. No no no, You won’t have anything buddy :-)

Yep, that’s the way, go please!

Today, I bought finally some new “things” for my shoes. The old ones a a bit dead now, just a bit ;-)

And for dinner I have a great meal this time. John offer me some hmm, I don’t remember the name of those kind of pizza. It’s English food. but it’s good! I’ll keep one for tomorrow’s lunch. Tiousse!
You are used to Goanna now.
The meal looks yummy!
Sacrée bébête, et sacré repas ! Bon app’ ! Pour la pizza naturellement, pas pour le goanna !
Lol ! ton repas c’est pire qu’une ration de survie !! tu tiens le coup, tu perds pas trop de kilos ?