To talk or not to talk? That is the question. When couples travel emptying the toilet cassette (or ‘shit suitcase’ as Woody calls it) tends to be a ‘blue’ job, so I’ve asked many fellas whether they have a chat at the dump point. Thus far I’ve only received a few embarrassed mumblings so I’m putting the question to you caravanning readers… Do you talk at the dump point or not? Continue reading Dump Point Etiquette
Home Hill, Qld 2016 Our UHF aerial hasn’t been cutting the mustard lately so seeing that we’re camped directly behind the Jaycar electronics store Woody pops in and buys a new one. Next day……Wow this new aerial is a beaut, we now know that some poor Mum is looking for a playground in Home Hill for her kids and another is going to stop off in Airlie Beach for morning tea instead of Bowen. Commercial radio stations try beating that! Continue reading Mr Whippy
The answer is a resounding “No”. We usually stay in the place that offers the best taste of the area or town. Sometimes it depends on weather. If it is appallingly wet then a well maintained caravan park with a concrete slab outside our door is not to be sneezed at. We don’t have a diesel or gas heater fitted, so a caravan park with power for heating and of course the electric blanket can be awfully enticing during a cold snap. In some towns there may be a local show ground with power and good facilities. These can be … Continue reading Do We Stay in Caravan Parks All the Time?
Winter 2016 I’m standing in the shower with warm soapy water sloshing around my ankles and it’s all because of the sullage hose. For those who are unfamiliar with the operation of sullage hoses here is an explanation. Most caravan parks have an outlet into the drainage system. We attach our grey water sullage hose to our van’s waste water pipes and drop the other end of our sullage hose into the park outlet. Some parks let us run our hose onto their lawns and they move the hose daily. Not surprisingly these parks have the lushest lawns and gardens. Now … Continue reading We need a rubber duck
A trip is imminent. The heart is starting to beat faster. No you fool, that’s age, time for your medication. OK, we bring up the checklist spreadsheet and check it against the food in the van pantry cupboards, yep we’ve got enough rice noodles to feed China but we’re out of tomato sauce, that’s right I borrowed it for the house a few weeks ago, damn. Beds made, most of the clothes are on. The All Blacks beanies and warm gloves for winter, sunscreen and broad brimmed hats for summer are all packed. Now it’s Woody’s turn to fill the … Continue reading Stocktaking
Our old mate Toothless Johnno has been at it again. Remember the guy who lost his tooth to a wattle bird last year? Toothless. And Scarce as hen’s teeth. Last week we were camped at a peaceful spot out in the bush. There was a good sized fire pit for us to cook on but Johnno, in his wisdom, decided we may need a little more cooking space so he added his camp oven to the hob. He’s a thoughtful guy you know. Sometime later Johnno went to move the unused and very hot pot away from the fire and realised that he’d … Continue reading How Not to Use a Camp oven
We had been in a free camp for several warm lazy days. Bush walks, the river gurgling in the background and bird watching on steroids. I’ve never seen so many birds. Just as we start to take this paradise for granted and in total contrast to the weather forecast the heavens opened. Annoying as it was we were able to collect 30 litres of water in our buckets to top up our tanks. If only we’d had more buckets or perhaps one of those schmick new vans with the built in water collection system that catches the water off the … Continue reading When Every Drop Counts
The feeling of coming home after a long trip can be sweet and sour. Sometimes we’re ready for home, losing our appreciation of the sights. Our senses jaded from trying to take in far too much. Our trip in the winter of 2016 had so many small things go wrong that we were in a constant state of stress thinking what next? Those mounting problems seemed to be punctuated with rain and returning south the cold seemed to be seeping into our bones. Walking in the door at home felt, well, homely. It was nice to have more space and … Continue reading Coming Home
Did I hear you say “to enjoy the warm weather”? Wrong! It’s doctor season. Yes, it’s time to visit the GP, the specialists, have the checkups, the once overs, the day procedures and the much needed little ops. Time also to stock up on prescription drugs (yes kids grandma is on drugs and when it comes to superheroes grandpa is truly the Bionic Man) and in general make sure that the body beautiful is in good shape to hit the road for another winter up north. To save the hassle of counting out pills we now keep our prescriptions and … Continue reading Why do Southern Grey Nomads go Home for the Summer?
Cooking on the road is different and here are two examples: It’s freezing cold and a windy 9 degrees up on the Darling Downs in Queensland. While Woody simmers a pot of homemade pumpkin soup on the outside stove, I … Continue reading Cooking on the Road is Different