- Cigarette butts (Pommie tourists - they're Silk Cut)
- Wadded up tissues, white (these seem to be a kind of Official Aussie Debris - I've seen heaps of them on virtually every trail I've hiked down here)
- A dead bird, possibly a honeyeater (I suppose it hit a window somewhere up there)
- The most forlorn scrunchie I've ever seen, purple with some of the elastic frayed through the fabric.
Tomorrow morning, when we check out, I'm not sure I want to see what else has joined the assemblage out there. Worse yet, if the bird isn't removed by housekeeping, I'm not sure I want to watch it decompose, although I suppose I could do a Peter Greenaway kind of thing and rig Dan's digital camera to do time-lapse photography of its decomposition. That might be kind of cool, actually.