Tag: Caravanning

Great Drives15 Comments

Around the World

Itching for Hitching

Don’t tell Woody, but we recently chalked up 100,000kms of towing since we retired and bought our first caravan close to 6 years ago. What does that equate to? Well the earth is 40,075kms around at the equator so that makes it roughly two and half times around the earth. Woody usually does about two thirds of the driving and I do the rest and we argue quite a bit over whose turn it is to take the wheel. Our first van was a Viscount Pop Top. When we realised that we really liked this caper but wanted a bathroom … Continue reading Around the World

Caravan Parks, SA6 Comments

Port Lincoln

Itching for Hitching

We got the last two sites in the Port Lincoln Caravan Park because it’s fishing season. We’re oblivious to such details as we don’t fish! We’re wondering when it isn’t fishing season here? After all it is Australia’s largest commercial fishing port. The Bay is a bright blue in the evening light, the hills of the Lincoln National Park glow golden. Seagulls pester fishermen for scraps, a pelican waits patiently on a lamp post. A trawler plies its way across the bay heading home. Kids on bicycles scatter the plovers. The sun picks out the yellow floats of a fish … Continue reading Port Lincoln

Caravanning Hints16 Comments

Vanning Essentials – The Inside Stuff

Itching for Hitching

Friends of ours recently bought a new caravan, which had me thinking about what one needs other than the basics listed in Caravanning, how do I get started? You know the sort of things that one really doesn’t think about, the day to day ‘setting up a holiday house’ type of stuff. Being the ‘inside things’ I like to think of them as the ‘Pink Stuff’ as they are usually the domain of us women. Caravanning readers out there, is there anything that I’ve missed that you can’t live without? Bedding Carry a full spare set of linen for the … Continue reading Vanning Essentials – The Inside Stuff

SA, When Things Just Go Wrong4 Comments

Any Indication?

Itching for Hitching

All fueled up (with even less in the tank than last time, I might add) we drive to Port Pirie for what turns out to be a delicious lunch but now our indicators have stopped working. While Woody pops into an auto electrician a woman pulls up behind El Prado’s van and pulls out her camera. Instantly on the alert El Prado asks her what she is photographing “not you darl, the lovely old Cadillac over there” she says. Whoops, we city folk always think the worst of people.   Continue reading Any Indication?

When Things Just Go Wrong9 Comments

Running on empty 2

Itching for Hitching

It’s a cool autumn morning and we have a dream run east from Kimba across to Port Augusta except for the fact that Woody said that he would fuel up in Iron Knob and guess what? There are no servos in Iron Knob, so once more we crawl along the Eyre Highway checking the DTE (Distance to Empty) versus Garmin and Google maps. With little more outside the car than saltbush to say that it’s nail biting is an understatement. To happen twice on one trip is ridiculous. Continue reading Running on empty 2