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When Things Just Go Wrong19 Comments

Running on empty

Itching for Hitching

On our trip down the Eyre Peninsula we were planning on visiting Tumby Bay until Woody suddenly realises that we are low on fuel and this being Sunday it isn’t worth the risk leaving the highway (it’s sometimes easy to forget that not everyone has 24 hour trading). We press on grimly, calculating the car’s DTE, Distance To Empty versus the Kms to Arrival on the GPS. Of course, we’re punching into a head wind with the caravan on the back. I’m trying to keep our mates The Prado’s informed of our situation but can’t reach them on the CB … Continue reading Running on empty

SA, The Characters You Meet25 Comments

Where else could you live?

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We spend a chatty happy hour with a chap who along with his wife has been on the road for a year. They are now looking for somewhere permanent to settle down as they no longer wish to return to their home in the Sydney suburb of French’s Forest. He calls it French’s Apartments. His conversation gets us thinking, if you had to choose another place to live where would it be? Then we met another chap in Streaky Bay who said that they came to Streaky Bay and never left. “It’s the community.” He said. We found that there … Continue reading Where else could you live?

Point of Interest, SA, The Pubs4 Comments

Burra Passport Tour – Smelter’s Home Hotel

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Guidebook in hand and still engrossed in the history of Burra we stop outside Smelter’s Home Hotel which for a time was operated by Woody’s ancestors in the nineteenth century. A tradesman pops out and suggests that we should meet the owner. Val is a charming lady who knows the history of the pub and of all its publicans. It is Australia’s oldest unrenovated hotel. In the early days when there was a death in the district the pub was used as a mortuary, which has to be better than using the butcher shop. Back when the miner’s dugouts in … Continue reading Burra Passport Tour – Smelter’s Home Hotel

Caravan Parks, SA8 Comments

The pub?

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In historic Burra, SA our caravans back onto the Burra creek in the little caravan park. Ducks wander the park and swim noisily about in the creek below. A small bridge leads to the heart of this charming heritage town with its vine clad verandas and flagstone footpaths.  Perhaps we’re biased as Woody’s ancestors settled here back in the 1850’s but we can almost sense their presence, it is a town that is easy to be captivated by. The Caravan Park manager is a bit of a character and he tells us where to park our vans and asks us … Continue reading The pub?

Caravanning Hints10 Comments

Quarantine

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Knowing what foodstuffs can be taken across state borders can be extremely confusing. To protect the aquaculture industry in Tasmania one must avoid importing certain uncooked fish as well as fruit and vegetables. And don’t be surprised to see sniffer dogs at entry points ensuring that you’ve done the right thing. We have found the South Australian border control to be friendly and helpful and officers are happy to give out brochures on what items can and can’t be imported. I’m sure that most caravanners have a story like ours about Western Australian quarantine checks which can be can be … Continue reading Quarantine

Why Caravanning7 Comments

Just another Monday morning

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I race into town, buy a bra then pop into the Echuca Medical Centre, watch a documentary on the Danish royal family and have some stitches removed from my arm by a gentle Indian doctor. Then I realise that I haven’t combed my hair this morning. Bugger, gee this life is relaxing. Back at camp we say our farewells (shit! Have I combed my hair yet?) and hit the road for South Australia. Continue reading Just another Monday morning