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Wrong Way Round: One Country, One Camper Trailer, One Family, One Amazing Adventure PDF

206 Pages·2015·1.39 MB·English
by  Hendry
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About the author Lorna Hendry worked in graphic design for many years until she unplugged herself from her computer to travel around Australia with her husband and their two young sons. On their return to Melbourne she changed careers and is now a freelance writer, editor and proofreader, and teaches Professional Writing and Editing at RMIT University in Melbourne. She lives in Fitzroy, but is still homesick for the Kimberley. For James, Oscar and Dylan Contents Title Page On the road School vs Pokémon Exploring the Coorong Climbing St Mary Peak Alone at Lake Eyre New friends and hot springs Easter at Uluṟu Camping underground at Coober Pedy Crossing the Nullarbor Swimming with whale sharks Discovering the Kimberley A Darwin break Shortcut to The Tip Time off in Mission Beach Back to the Kimberley Helicopter crash at Imintji Life on the Gibb Moving to Lombadina Whales and crocodiles Back to the east coast Home at last Copyright Page Chapter One ‘This is the most important thing we have’, said James, waving a small piece of black plastic in my face. It was a 12-volt triple adaptor. One end had a plug designed to fit into the battery of our brand-new camper trailer, the other end had three outlets. Six months before I hadn’t known such a thing existed. Now I was nearly as excited about it as he was. ‘We can put the fridge in the kitchen and run two lights off the battery at the same time’, James said. ‘That way we don’t have to leave the fridge in the back of the car all the time. Like this.’ He plugged in the camping lights. They flickered, then shone a weak yellow light into the afternoon sun. He plugged the fridge in and we listened for the hum as it started up. Nothing happened. James peered at the plug and tugged on it. It refused to budge. He pulled harder and it broke off in his hand, the business end of the plug firmly wedged in the adaptor. We ended up hauling the fully stocked fridge into the back of the car, and James spent fifteen minutes prying the plug out with a screwdriver. It was an early lesson that when you are camping things often don’t go to plan. We were on our first day of a trip around Australia with our two sons, Oscar, eight, and Dylan, six. We had quit our jobs, rented out our house, enrolled the kids in Distance Education and left home to have an adventure. It wasn’t the first time we had been camping. It was the second. We had done a practice run at Hanging Rock with a borrowed tent a few months earlier. Just before dusk, after the rangers had locked the gates behind the last of the day visitors, we set up the tent, laid out our mattresses and sleeping bags, and settled in for a night under the stars. We drank wine around a fire with the rest of the campers and went on a guided bushwalk in the dark to look for owls, most of whom had sensibly deserted their usual spots before we tramped down the track with forty overexcited kids. The whole experience would have been better if we had taken pillows, torches, a gas bottle that actually fitted our stove and some bottles of drinking water. As a training run, though, it did the job. When we left home for real, we had an 80-litre water tank, self-inflating mattresses, a two-burner stove with a gas bottle that fitted and a stove-top coffee maker. We also had a laptop; a fold-up toilet seat; four packs of cards; an axe; four books of maps; a logbook to record our mileage and fuel consumption; an iPod with 6000 songs, a complete set of Spanish lessons and six Harry Potter books read by Stephen Fry loaded onto it; a 20-metre extension cord; a barbecue plate; a bottle of vodka in an unbreakable container; and a kitchen sink. That first day we had driven 233 kilometres from Melbourne to Port Campbell on the Great Ocean Road. Not a huge distance, but we weren’t in a hurry; we had a whole year to make our way around the country. That day we spent more time putting up our tent than we had spent in the car, even including an unscheduled stop at the base of the West Gate Bridge. We had to pull up to calm Dylan down, who was sobbing loudly in the back. The reality of our trip only hit him when he saw the bridge and realised we were about to drive out of Melbourne and not come back. James and I had spent three years planning this, but it wasn’t until that moment that it dawned on Dylan that he wouldn’t see any of his friends for a year. To cheer him up, James let both boys climb onto the roof rack and ride on top of the car while he drove it slowly around the car park of the petrol station. I was pretty sure that was illegal but I didn’t want to have an argument with James in the first half-hour. I fussed around on the ground, terrified that they would fall off and our trip would begin with a day at the hospital having broken legs set in plaster. But they held on tight and Dylan completely forgot to be sad about what he was leaving behind. I bundled them back into the car and when we reached the top of the West Gate all four of us cheered the start of our adventure. Setting up the camper trailer wasn’t as easy as we had expected. Despite being given a demonstration when we bought it, and having a practice go before we left, our first argument was about which way we should park the trailer on the site. We tried to keep our voices down and the swearing to a minimum, but the elderly couple camped opposite us vanished into their van as we bickered. I stopped arguing when I worked out that I had no idea which way the tent would be facing once it was set up. After unfolding the canvas from the trailer, we realised that we had lost the sheet of paper with the set-up instructions. James disappeared into the tent and,

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Mate, I reckon you're going about this all wrong. For the first month, you're only going to be aday's drive from Melbourne. If it was me, I'd get her across the Nullarbor quick smart so she can'tnick off home.' When Lorna Hendry, her husband James and young kids left Melbourne on a one-year trip aro
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