question: So * late * morning we finally make a move and head down to the caravan at Goolwa . Goolwa is one of my fav places to be . It used to be one of those old beach side towns many moons ago but it has gone through a transformation in recent years and while still maintaining it 's country charm , it also has some nice cafe 's for the late ' set and a brilliant bakery that does the best yeast cream buns ( my weakness ) .
Q: Why is the writer in Goolwa ?

answer: They are on a vacation .

question: But these had changed , lest they would not be in their current state . Or perhaps I had not remembered them clearly , adding life and vitality to something that was already dying , making the memories happier places to be . I already had so many memories of those around me dying , slowly and in an instant both , that maybe my mind shaped these ones into something of gentler times , better things to be enjoyed . No . I refused to let myself delude myself into thinking that they had always been this way . They had been the ones to change , not my memories of them .
Q: What may be the reason for deluding oneself from reality ?

answer: To escape what is happening .

question: I am slightly hesitant to hand my electronic devices to strangers . Although she seems safe , the inevitable always pops into my mind . The traveling adventurer , the seemingly harmless " photographer " . One hands over the camera , and the next thing you know , the photog is running as fast as he or she can with their new possession .
Q: Why does the narrator not want to hand over their camera ?

answer:
For fear of someone absconding with it .