Bombala brings back memories. Had a few beers in a pub there with a bunch of rough looking timber workers. One patron was a local teacher with a wild mop of red hair who said he keeps his students in line by head butting them hehe. I graduated from beers to wine after a while but had to order it by the schooner glass in case they thought I was a wuss. I also stayed overnight. When I asked the publican what time breakfast was served he said, "Kitchen's open. Make your own." Then I went to my room overlooking the main street, pulled the curtain down and it fell the rest of the way to the floor.