We have been on the road for three days now. It should have been four but when we got to Durras it was bucketting down and dark and murky and our spirits failed within us so we lit a fire and waited a day. Sailors need a fair wind we said to ourselves and so do we.
Our first stop was Bermagui in a place called Walaga Lake. I have discovered that I don't like lakes. They get me down - so flat and passive- specially this one with a single bored pelican on it. But we had plenty of excitement in the van learning to crab past each other and do all the things you need to do. If you are tubby campervanners like us you need to be very good friends. At least. we can get past each other so far. We had to learn about hooking up to the lovely power which gives us warmth and light and pumps the water into the tap.
The nice bits of campervanning - waking and peeping out into the caravan park and seeing fishermen and other early risers, having breakfast in bed before dismantling it. The morning gossip about the other people in the park. There are very few because it's nearly winter. We are awed by a couple older than us who put up a tent in the rain. We wonder about the solitary man with a dog. The other nice time is the evening when we draw the curtains and make our dinner and break out the wine. Bed is good too after we have assembled it. It's just boards and cushions but I find it more comfortable than our bed at home.
One other lovely thing about travelling in your own shell is not having to go back. In a car there is always the return journey. With us now there is only forwards and it feels free.
The grimmer bits of caravanning - losing things so we have to crab past each other again and again on our little quests. Emptying the toilet cassette which is not for the faint hearted. I had a peculiar taboo feeling not unmixed with melancholy as though it were our ashes. Finding that we hadn't got the right key to fill the water tank and Grant swore in his usual way and broke the lock. But still it is all good.
Perhaps the oddest thing about travelling this way, and I know I will get over it, is the feeling that only our van is real and the world outside is a stage set. The last time I experienced this was when we came to Australia from England by ship and went ashore at the ports. It was fascinating but transient. Like a slide show. Real life began again when we set sail and were snuggled in our cabin. Anyway enough of all that. We are in Eden today and have been to the Killer Whale Museum where I learnt that killer whales used to work with whalers to catch Baleen whales off the coast here and they all had names like dogs do-Tom, Cooper, Curly and soon. Must go as the Sprout Cafe and its internet are closing in a minute. talk soon. JJ
Our first stop was Bermagui in a place called Walaga Lake. I have discovered that I don't like lakes. They get me down - so flat and passive- specially this one with a single bored pelican on it. But we had plenty of excitement in the van learning to crab past each other and do all the things you need to do. If you are tubby campervanners like us you need to be very good friends. At least. we can get past each other so far. We had to learn about hooking up to the lovely power which gives us warmth and light and pumps the water into the tap.
The nice bits of campervanning - waking and peeping out into the caravan park and seeing fishermen and other early risers, having breakfast in bed before dismantling it. The morning gossip about the other people in the park. There are very few because it's nearly winter. We are awed by a couple older than us who put up a tent in the rain. We wonder about the solitary man with a dog. The other nice time is the evening when we draw the curtains and make our dinner and break out the wine. Bed is good too after we have assembled it. It's just boards and cushions but I find it more comfortable than our bed at home.
One other lovely thing about travelling in your own shell is not having to go back. In a car there is always the return journey. With us now there is only forwards and it feels free.
The grimmer bits of caravanning - losing things so we have to crab past each other again and again on our little quests. Emptying the toilet cassette which is not for the faint hearted. I had a peculiar taboo feeling not unmixed with melancholy as though it were our ashes. Finding that we hadn't got the right key to fill the water tank and Grant swore in his usual way and broke the lock. But still it is all good.
Perhaps the oddest thing about travelling this way, and I know I will get over it, is the feeling that only our van is real and the world outside is a stage set. The last time I experienced this was when we came to Australia from England by ship and went ashore at the ports. It was fascinating but transient. Like a slide show. Real life began again when we set sail and were snuggled in our cabin. Anyway enough of all that. We are in Eden today and have been to the Killer Whale Museum where I learnt that killer whales used to work with whalers to catch Baleen whales off the coast here and they all had names like dogs do-Tom, Cooper, Curly and soon. Must go as the Sprout Cafe and its internet are closing in a minute. talk soon. JJ
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