What a start to 2016. Packing up our home on the Sunshine Coast, where we’ve called home for the past two years, trekking down the east coast and inland Australia, to end up back in Melbourne. In the same, yet very different space where we left.
We said goodbye to the Sunny Coast, and headed 3 hours south to Byron Bay. Hank was overjoyed with the beach.
And he was equally delighted hitting on the unsuspecting locals. When Hank turns the charm on, you’ll never escape.
Holly was happiest protecting the (very much on an angle) camper. Note- We arrived at dusk, were on a slant, and were too tired to care!
About 350km away from Tam. Cool, about 24, light drizzle and grey skies.
Lots of cows and horses much to Hanks delight. Awesome organic bakery, sick spelt sourdough and Red Dragon ginger beer, which I bought and a whim and luckily as im starting to feel a bit car sick.
Pups have been so well behaved, I had to give Paul a time out for ‘losing’ his wallet this morning, which caused us to unpack the camper and pull everything out in the car…. To find that he’d left it on the bed.
Was. Not. Happy.
Listening to loads of poddies and munching on tamari almonds and dried ginger.
Finally have reception. Standing on the top of this huge hill overlooking the dam.
Yesterday we went into Tamworth- nice place. Nice people. We went for a big walk and then I did some work, with a double shot. I don’t think Tamworth has almond milk on tap like Byron… Or maybe they don’t know what it is? I got some strange looks. Soy then.
I bought this sick waeco 250v charger so I can charge my spider light, laptop from the car. Important. Feel like a real camper now. Almost bought an inverter so I could run the thermomix from my car. Got more butane too, little gas cooker rocking it for delzie.
We had these awesome raw green bars for breakfast (thanks Georgia!) and I made sams for lunch (Felafels, cashew cheese, salad) and dinner was miso soup with brown rice noodles, vegies and sauerkraut topped with Tamari almonds. So good.
The wind is hectic. Like nothing I’ve ever heard. We heard the wind coming.
We sat there, about 8pm and had showers and come inside and we heard it coming up the side of the mountain… A 4WD we thought? No. The wind. More like a gale. Really refreshing and it’s not cold. Cool, but nothing I didn’t pack for.
There’s a band of stars right over us. It’s amazing. Saw a shooting star and picked out a few planets I think. Maybe Jupiter?
There’s ducks and Pelicans everywhere and cows grazing nearby. They don’t come close, but we all love watching them. Love cows.
Hank and holly have been sleeping with me. Pauls on the blow up ?. Pups keeping me warm and toasty and they’re the best sleepers. They don’t move.
We’ll be here maybe one more night. May get into town and reception tomorrow.
Don’t worry mum. Im not starving, drinking lots of clean water, having two showers a day (just cause we’re camping doesn’t mean I’m being feral), dogs are being tick checked, Paul is doing as he’s told and locking everything up. All good. Mwah ️xxx
Staying on the cliff of a huge lake- Lake Burrendong – about 45km out of Dubbo. We stayed here last year and it’s so sad, the lake is down to 16% capacity. You can see the banks where the water has receded, grass has sprouted, and little trees that were previously submerged in water are finally coming up for air.
Three days here and I feel like I could stay here forever.
The little rabbits and kangas don’t seem to bother Holly as much as they did at the start.
Yesterday I found a quiet spot and did some work. It wasn’t quiet for long though- Holly was bitten by an ant, subsequently causing her to dig and roll in dirt, until I finally held her still enough to dab some MMS on it. Went down in about ten minutes. Miracle water.
We had chai and baked beans for breakky (man I love beans, Paul does not.), lunch was simple- I got a shot from the…. I want to call it a cafe but really it’s not? Canteen? Yes canteen works.
It was murky and burnt and shit. A few sips and I was done.
I chucked a load of washing on…. Towels, T-shirts, Pauls undies (“they’re not undies, they’re jocks!!”) shorts etc. Being alone here, I had the full length of the washing line. Fabulous.
Dinner was soooo good. Made creamy pumpkin sauce in the thermo, boiled up some buckwheat pasta on the gas stove and then I snuck the pups into the ladies bathroom and gave them a nice hot shower.
They loved it. Washed away days of dirt and car sitting, so now Holly is white again and Hank is his fluffy self.
They came and crawled into bed with me once dry, and passed out- and didn’t move all night. At one point, Hank heard a little bunny – he opened a peeper, raised his eyebrow and started snoring again. No fucks given.
Today, we’re driving into Wellington to get diesel (104! Bargain) and ice, and then…. Who knows what today will bring.
We drove into Wellington as cranky Delzie came out and needed a coffee.
Hit me Wello.
Found a sweet little cafe called ‘Cookies and Cake’. Standard menu. Extraordinary people. True country folk, every person that came through the door was greeted by name and ‘how’s your day mate?’
Wife says to husband ‘you’re using my food bench to open mail’ and rolls her eyes at me. I said, my husband and I both work from home too. I get it.
A drive around, checking out the locals. There’s a big statue that says ‘The Glorious Dead’ and has an angel on top. It’s huge. Cemeteries everywhere as well, a lot with big statues.
On the way out of town, we stopped to say hi to some horses. There was one with this awful open sore and swelling. Makes me so mad! RSPCA will be called.
Back to the camper, and I knuckled down to work. How can you not be inspired overlooking this huge lake!?
We’re still here alone- except for ‘Marge and John UHF 40’ who are staying in their big bus (I mean BIG. It’s huge and has a trailer on the back- on the bottom, a 4wd and on the top, a boat). They’re in their 60’s and are on their way to Gundawindi. They have a little fluffy white dog. Keeping Holly busy while they walk past is fun. Not. I also know that marge uses Lux soap. I walked into the showers and copped a Lux fog to my face. Tempted to put a big ‘Say no to Palm Oil’ sticker in the toilets.
It’s hot. But not unbearable. In the shade it’s beautiful and cool, and my god- I can already see the difference in my hair. Even without curly hair, humidity is NOT my friend.
Not hungry to be honest. We’re breathing in the fresh air, drinking lots of filtered water and it’s just enough. Paul had to have a vegemite sandwich, cause you know, the world will end for him without vegemite. I did decide to have some miso for dinner though… I didn’t want to wake up at 1am starving.
A big sleep, all the flaps open (of the camper, get your minds out of the gutter) and stars twinkling all night.
Hank woke me up at about 4am and wanted to come and hop up on the big bed with me- he was sleeping on Pauls bed but got cold. So I hoofed him up, all 40kgs of blonde fluff and subsequently lost my spot on the bed.
No matter. I curled into him- god he’s the best snuggler- Holly at my feet and we drifted off again.
At 6am the blazing, fiery red sunrise streamed through the flaps and we woke up. Hank and I went and stood at Lions Point Lookout and watched the kangaroos munch on grass as he sun rose.
Then it was pack up, shower, breakfast and lets go time.
We’ve got the pack up down to a fine art.
I have my jobs and Paul has his. This is where I let Paul think he’s the boss.
We all know he’s not.
The dogs also have their jobs- sitting there and looking cute is their main one.
We managed to pack up in under 30 minutes today. I want us to pack up in less than 15. #goals.
Drove past Wellington again and visited my friends at Cookie and Cake. Saw a sticker that said ‘#nodubbington’. I asked.
Nick and Monika- Yep I know their names- started telling me that Dubbo and Wellington council want to merge, against their many constituents and petitions that have been circulating.
Then the councilman walked in. He’s also the head realtor at Raine and Horne. He has a red nose, tanned skin- like he’s been outdoors his whole life- and thick grey hair.
Nick says ‘he’ll be able to tell you a shitload more than me!’ And then I was barraged with information- and of course, got caught up in his rage.
Then the head journalist of ‘The Times’ came in for a coffee.
He has a signed petition with 50 names. And a missing front tooth. When he smiles at me, I can see his tongue.
Nosy me- have you got an online petition? Have you got Facebook and Twitter?
Yes, they have Twitter. And 9 followers. That’s NINE. And 600 members of a fb group.
So I retweeted them. Signed the petition. Bless small towns.
Got the exact location of the hurt horse. Waiting for the RSPCA to open.
And now, driving to Parkes.
Hank is watching the cows and sheep out the window. Holly is curled in a teeny tiny little ball with a blankie on.
Tocumwal will be hit with Cyclone Delzie today. Watch out.
We’re back in Melbourne.
We’re cold and miss the beach; but on the upside
For a short time, this will be home. A tiny amount of time in the grand scheme.
Then back on the road.
I can’t wait.
A behind-the-scenes video, with funny footage, a few swears, and lots of beautiful scenery. Enjoy!