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Cunnamulla Fellas

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Arriving in Cunnamulla at noon we’re surprised to find a bright cheery oasis of gardens and greenery. We have burgers at The Gidgee Bean Cafe and after having seen very few vans this trip we marvel at the number passing the cafe window. Hello, we don’t even think to ring the van park and book ourselves a spot. We arrive shocked to get the last two sites. No, ‘sites’ is a misnomer. We’re sharing a driveway with a large off road truck thing and on a promise for a river view site tomorrow morning. In trying to shimmy into our … Continue reading Cunnamulla Fellas

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Leave me alone

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May 2018 An icy autumn morning and the bush smells fresh and clean. The Kidman Way has very little traffic but we’ve never seen so much wildlife. Kangaroos, emus and goats and plenty of dead ones too. Woody is up to his old tricks and flat out swatting flies on the windscreen with the back of his hand. This is a long straight stretch and a sign says ‘Welcome to Outback NSW’. Then my phone rings, it’s a crank call from Norway…oh for God’s sake, can’t we just go bush once in a while? Continue reading Leave me alone

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Coconut

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Ingenia Cairns Coconut Resort is in every way a family holiday destination with even more cabins than the 200+ van sites. It is huge and busy with kids pedalling about. If not for the help of our neighbour we could not have made it into our site. It is beautiful with palms and shrubs and trimmed lawn but on an odd angle to the curving roadway. We dread repeating the process next Monday when we have to take the van north of the city to have the fridge repaired! There’s a cafe, mini golf, water park, two pools, spa, gym … Continue reading Coconut

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Sandy Point Reserve, Hay

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May 2018 We set up camp at Sandy Point Reserve on the banks of the Murrumbidgee at Hay, NSW just before we realised that our fridge had broken down. The reserve is on a large swathe of river floodplain with space enough for hundreds of RV’s. The park is neat and tidy with plenty of rubbish bins, BBQ’s, picnic tables, a boat ramp and best of all flushing loos. Town isn’t far away either. It’s also a perfect stopover for Southerners travelling north. We’re going to have to return to this place when we’re less stressed. Continue reading Sandy Point Reserve, Hay

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Silo Touring in Victoria

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Our caravan club recently toured the Silo Trail in Western Victoria. Because of the distances involved it is wise to base yourself at the caravan park in Warracknabeal like we did or at the well-appointed RV Park in Brim. There is one more silo in this region at Patchewollock which we didn’t visit on this trip due to time constraints. Northern Silo Trail With excitement we share cars and set off on the ‘Northern Silo Trail’. Brim is only a short distance up the road and those who are new to this kind of art are gobsmacked at the proportions. … Continue reading Silo Touring in Victoria

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A Common Mistake

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I sit in the hairdresser’s chair at Emu Park, Qld having a discounted Senior’s trim before our next leg of the trip. It’s a gloriously sunny day outside. A young girl is tidying up the window display of haircare products when she asks “Is it common for a man to ride a horse up the main street?” The hairdresser laughs and replies “Was that a pun?” The young girl looks blank and I’m positively confused. Then the hairdresser explains that the riders name is Col Common and yes, he often rides his horse along the main street and up the … Continue reading A Common Mistake

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Sleeping naked in the tropics

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The difficult thing about ageing is keeping up with the strange things that happen to your body. I now have a new problem on hot tropical nights when we have every window and hatch open to catch the sea breezes. You see my arms stick like super glue to my boobs and every time that I roll over whichever arm it is peels painfully away from its corresponding boob half waking me up. By the next morning I’m all bruises and looking like I’ve been in a prize fight. Continue reading Sleeping naked in the tropics