Tag: Caravanning

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Lake Bolac Camping Park

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There’s not a lot to see in Lake Bolac, a pub, a store, an information centre. In contrast the crater lake is huge, about 27kms in diameter according to Toothless Johnno who drove around it. The Camping Park is a few kilometres from town and far enough away from highway noise, situated in a well trimmed thicket of eucalypts. There are newly constructed combination toilet & shower bathrooms and fire pits and water taps scattered throughout the park. There is a cleverly designed BBQ shelter with views of the lake from comfortable chairs and there’s a table. A family of … Continue reading Lake Bolac Camping Park

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To bathroom or not to bathroom? That is the question

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For the caravanner with food intolerances the answer is easy. There is nothing better than towing your own bathroom about the countryside. And Australian highways are notorious for their lack of conveniences. So next time you see a car and van parked on the side of a highway in the middle of nowhere, just remember before you stick your head in the door to help that Mum’s probably on the loo and admiring the view. Time for a pit stop Mulligan Hwy near Cooktown, Qld Continue reading To bathroom or not to bathroom? That is the question

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Who us?

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Enjoying the tranquility of Dando’s Campground in the splendid tall timber of the Otway Ranges we light the fire for dinner. As it is building strength a ute load of locals roar in and come over to join us by the fire and say g’day. Three blokes and a young woman are all around 40 and there are a couple of kids in the back of the ute. They tell us a bit about the history of the campground and how one of them, the chap whose birthday they are celebrating was married in a clearing at the back of … Continue reading Who us?

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Most people visit Clare for the wine

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Mar 2018 We are up early to meet the auto electrician in nearby Clare. It’s a beautiful drive through rolling hills dotted with sheep chewing contentedly on wheat stubble and substantial stone farmhouses with wide verandas, though difficult for El and Elle Prado as they are closely following our van with its flickering tail lights. As we arrive in Clare, Elle has trouble getting us on the radio and our verbal instructions to her of “breaking now, turning right” are fractured and garbled. We say goodbye to The Prado’s who are heading for home because they have yet another ship … Continue reading Most people visit Clare for the wine