We thought Nicks Camp was great. When we arrived we were greeted by thousands of flies, pretty normal for a place like this as it is on a working cattle station.
But they took it to another level!
When the Camp Hosts came over to great us, he was talking to us with about 30 flies crawling all over his face, eyes, ears, mouth. The full treatment of fly face massage. It was giving us the creeps just talking to him. His response was "You get used to them!".
Well there's no way we'd ever get used to that!
Jayne particularly hates them in her ears! Alan just hates them everywhere.
But the thing that brought us undone was the moths at night. The flies finally started to go away at 6.05pm, but the moths started coming in at 5.55pm! So there was about a 10 minute overlap where we had both.
The first night we had those big moths. They were bad enough. The second night was zillions of little moths as well as the big ones. They were relentless.
We had to take refuge in the van both during the day as well as at night. Talk about rough and rugged Australian outback. Forget about Australia having 7 of the worlds top 10 most poisonous snakes, and 4 of the top 10 of the worlds most poisonous spiders, not to mention crocs and other dangerous things, it's the little critters that you have to worry about!
While Alan was washing up, he had all these guys watching him, everyone of them wanted to get inside our van.
To go to bed, we had to shut the main door and to do that Alan had to go outside. The screen door looked just like this windows screen. So we turned off all the lights inside our van, and left one light on outside.
Within 5 minutes Alan was able to go outside in relative safety to shut the main door. But the light outside was insane!
We later learnt that the moths had only just hatched, the conditions must have been perfect for moth birthing. They were all up the coast from about Carnarvon to Exmouth. About 400kms of coast line, but don't know about the inland areas. We found this out after chatting with a guy sitting next to us at Whalebone Brewery who went through exactly the same problem, but somehow knew about the life cycle of the local moths.
