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Bagging Nowra.. 15-Jul-2014 At 10:17:22 PM f_abe

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Why bag Nowra? Here’s some random musings over the years…

First went to Nowra years ago. Dunno if it was the beaten up old Valiant I was driving, the SA plates, the flannies I wore in the mistaken belief that tryhard bogan was the way forward, or my sketchy mates, but everywhere I went I was accosted by dodgy looking types wanting to buy pot off me.

Spent a night in the rotunda in the park in the middle of town. Some dude in a greatcoat woke me at 3am, to tell me “don’t worry mate, just gonna keep my stuff here” before stashing a garbage bag in the bushes next to where I slept. It was gone in the morning. I was just glad to still be alive, or for that matter, at least, to still have a tight pecker…

They got rid of Nowra fair. Say no more. But seriously, to create it in the first place? What sort of clientele were they catering for? For those who have no idea what I’m on about, imagine Alice in Wonderland set in a supermarket…

Why did Rosies (the real one, not the namesake) burn? Not suspicious, surely?

First time I ever saw a human turd, unburied, at the bottom of a climb? Thommos…

First time I ever saw smashed glass all over the carpark to a crag? Thommos…

First time I ever bought a library fundraising sticker “Get all the answers where? Shoalhaven city library” Nowra…the old biddy behind the counter couldn’t believe her luck (see my first paragraph for a possible reason as to why I was purchasing said item) and immediately tried to sell me the remaining 1999 unsold stickers she still had…

Dropping some punter off ‘ain’t no sunshine’ for an early morning photo shoot then making up over donuts at Berry…and eating donuts every subsequent visit. What is it they say about remembering a place by it's gastronomic offerings?

As I get older, and my grades start to drop, the actual climbs I ever did fade away. Memories of the friends I made (including some dude called rope donkey who responded to my chockstone desperate and dateless add and took me to the ‘new Nowra’ which was much like the ‘old Nowra’, only without random turds, rubbish, and solid rock) and the places I visited, begin to take over.
Nowra.
Nothing like it.
Love it, for making even the obscurest Grampians chosspile so attractive…