Leaving Sydney for our first big adventure, a whole month away, we are loaded and packed heading into the great beyond. Well maybe not the great beyond, that would mean real camping and I don’t know if I’m ready for the total withdrawal of 240 volts. Off we go, only to be stalled in the ever annoying Sydney traffic before we hit the highway leading to glamper freedom. Two pair of heels this time just in case, stowed away so that if we actually venture into a real city I can at least feel slightly less bogan.
Two hours into our journey we stop having decided that our mobile kitchen on wheels could supply us with a hot cuppa and breakfast. No McDonalds for us, we are nomads surviving on our own, well surviving maybe a little exaggerated. The cubby house on wheels does come with a full size fridge and a kitchen complete with oven, microwave, Air fryer and a Webber but since I am not really what you would call a cooking guru and we only have a kitchen at home because it came with the house, I’m sure I can conger up something. The husband settling for sugar filled, heart clogging cereal and I a pre boiled egg so that I don’t come back looking like a sumo wrestler, hence no bacon and egg muffin for me. Out comes the jug, we plug her in and…nothing. Why is it not working, luckily my brother rings at this time, there must be a switch, we look for the switch, no switch. A jug requires 240 volts of electricity, so unless you are going to drag out a generator, which we don’t have as we haven’t graduated to heavy duty camping supplies yet, then boiling the jug is not happening, we fail the first stop.
Off we head to our first destination on our journey, Port Macquarie NSW. We arrive, proud of ourselves at parking it and setting up on our own (previously having had the Wandering West Australians as our caravan hands). It’s the husbands birthday and the lack of champagne is noted and leads us on a trip to Dan Murphys (a place where alcohol can be purchased). This is an important part of the Glamping experience as its is needed to calm nerves to reduce the incidence of killing each other due to long term confinement together. We spy an Irish Pub and settle in with a G & T and a Kilkenny followed by a couple of tequila shots in celebration of The Husband turning 55, the ambient sounds of traffic roaring past the outdoor area did not deter us.
Later we celebrate with amazing seafood, great wine and a couple of expresso martini’s, which can all be justified as we walked the 400 mtrs to the restaurant and back. We go to bed putting on the aircon as it was a chilly night, problem being it was on cold. We woke up shivering only to realise we had both suddenly grown taller overnight, feet hanging over the end of the bed. Dam, in all our set up duties I had forgotten to pull out the bed, we resolved to stay in the foetal position for the rest of the night. At about this time having turned off the testicle freezing aircon I note the the hot water service is not turned on. How am I too shower in the morning, “oh dear says The Husband, I forgot to flick that switch, blah blah, gas bottle blah blah.” Well go and do it now, it’s only raining a little bit, it’s 2 in the morning by the way, but hey we will have hot water in the morning. “You can just shower in the public showers”, OMG that’s going a little far isn’t it, the reason we bought the glamper van is so public showering could be avoided. He won’t budge from from the bed to venture into the night and gallantly find the switch. Lesson of the day, there are switches that must be turned on and there are switches you wish you had, quite possibly do, but won’t find out about until you are further along than day 1.
Caravanning in Heels 