Saturday 17 February 2013
Well, here we are in
Tasmania. We had an uneventful
crossing, actually there were a few moments starting with being in line for
nearly two hours while all the cars and a whole heap of motor bikers got on the
ferry but we were told that last on first off which was some comfort.
A few things happened
on the boat. Firstly, even before
we got in the shower the en-suite floor was about 2cms deep in water. Not our problem so we put a towel down
so we wouldn’t slip. Twice through
the night I woke unable to breath, I don’t know what that was about. Steve asked me from the comfort of his bunk
was I all right? I felt blue in
the face but being the soldier I am I took, to the best of my ability, deep
calming breaths and carried on trying to sleep.
At 3.00am Steve
started on the chips, crunching me awake so I had a few to keep me going
through the night.
At 5.45am a very nice
lady told us we had to get up and be ready to collect the caravan at 6.30. When we had struggled to get past it
(because it’s a tight fit) Steve told me the battery was flat so out came his
portable jump starter thingy that we paid a fortune for in Geraldton only to
realise that too needed charging.
Fortunately it happens on a regular basis and the lads from the boat
came to the rescue and jump-started us and away we went.
We have no plan as to where we’re going
and we have ended up in Deloraine.
On the way here we called into a bakery and had breakfast while we
waited for the RAC man to come and start the truck. We decided we’d take some yummo looking cakes with us but
forgot.
The RAC man got us
going and we’re now parked in a little area in Deloraine and we’re going to
stay here for two nights. We went
back to the bakery today and I told Steve what to buy but he’d been listening
to some other conversation and came back with the wrong cakes so he had to go
buy the correct ones. We ended up
with 8 scrumptious cakes.
Photo of cakes to come
While we were in
Melbourne we had a few moments.
First was when Steve ploughed through a red light with the caravan in tow,
strangely enough it changed to red when we got to it and was green by the time
we’d got through it. Then he
sallied through a train crossing when the barrier was coming down. He prides himself on being observant
but didn’t notice the red flashing lights or clanging bells. In his defence he was in an unfamiliar
place, trying to negotiate the traffic with me reading my book and being ‘no help at all’.
11.2.13
Sorry it’s taken so
long to update this. Reception has
been a little sparse.
We left as agreed at
approximately 7.30 on Friday 1st February. We’d spent the night in the caravan because Beth and her
family had already moved into the house and Andrew and Beth were in our bed.
I have decided that
the country towns do little to enhance themselves ie. Norseman. There’s only a few shops and they were
closed and it was only about 2.00pm that we went through. I was all for stopping and having a
coffee somewhere but there was nowhere to go.
The Nullarbor was
interesting – not. I thought
there’d be signs saying ‘You are entering the Nullarbor’ or something on that
line but there was nothing other than a little wooden sign to the left of the
road which, if I’d been looking straight ahead I would have missed.
I don’t remember where
we’ve stayed until now. We’ve had
only one night in each place apart from a few nights ago when we were parked on
the outside of the oval and there was going to be a cricket match the following
day so we thought we’d support the local team which I think was called Mallala. It’s in South Australia. Unfortunately one of the locals told
Steve the game had been cancelled so we moved on the following morning instead
of staying.
