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Qld, When Things Just Go Wrong3 Comments

Wet T Shirts

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Camped in Rollingstone, Qld we had a shower of rain during the night. (Readers please note: a shower in tropical north Queensland seems to be the equivalent of Melbourne’s annual rainfall in a matter of ten short minutes). We raced outside to drop the clears on the annexe and by the time we’d finished unrolling and zipping the rain had almost stopped. All we could do was stand and laugh because I was in a T shirt and Woody in his undies and there we were soaked to the skin and dripping, just a couple of drowned old farts. Continue reading Wet T Shirts

Why Caravanning7 Comments

There’s a Lot to Explore

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According to the World Factbook, Australia has the sixth largest land mass on earth. That is a lot to explore without border crossings without the hassles of language or swapping to the ‘other’ side of the road. ‘Bland’ you may say, but oh there are so many cultural differences and more than just football codes. It’s a point to remember next time you surrender your veggies at a fruit fly check point. Continue reading There’s a Lot to Explore

NSW, Showgrounds2 Comments

A Caravanner’s Business Lunch

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We eat our fresh baked rolls (from Hearthfire Organic Bakery) stuffed with last night’s leftover lamb, in the sun at the Bellingen Showgrounds in the Coffs Coast hinterland. Now I’d classify this as a Caravanner’s Business Lunch as we’re actually checking out the condition of the showgrounds. With mown lawns, autumn leaves and nice clean amenities it ticks all the boxes. Continue reading A Caravanner’s Business Lunch

Taking Directions6 Comments

Taking Directions…from locals

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We’re in a shopping centre somewhere in Perth and Woody questions some poor stranger about the whereabouts of the nearest Dan Murphy liquor store. I keep insisting that Google is easier but Woody reckons it is much more fun scanning the crowds for a likely ‘drinker’ then having a bit of a chat. He doesn’t factor in the difficulty of deciphering the resulting instructions….”just go down there oh, about a kilometre, turn left at the service station, then right or is it left…..?” Continue reading Taking Directions…from locals

When Things Just Go Wrong4 Comments

Trump’s word of the day – Leaky

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When you are pottering about the house you sometimes don’t even notice that it’s raining. In the caravan you hear every drop on the roof. TV becomes impossible to hear and if it goes on for too long you start to get cabin fever and pray that nothing leaks. In a tent it’s a different story altogether. Shovels are at the ready to dig trenches to drain the water away. Extra tarps are hung from the trees to give more shelter and it’s out with the garbage bag raincoats. For those of you who have been following this blog for … Continue reading Trump’s word of the day – Leaky