Bon Voyage

Melbourne really turned on the weather the day we left, Port of Melbourne glowing in the late afternoon sun and the bay full of sail boats lazily traversing the water.


Such a tranquil spot but dominated by the massive Spirit of Tasmania! I think my daughters comment that “it’s bigger than my head” was the understatement of the decade!! I know the husband type would happily regale me with the theory of fluid dynamics (or something) and how this beast actually floats but it still seems to defy the laws of nature.><br /20130321-110608.jpg
There was much excitement about boarding the behemoth of a boat, from the multitude of cars in the parking deck to our pint sized cabin the girls loved it all (adults may have too truth be told!)

We received one very good piece of advice about the crossing – do it at night. Sleeping away eleven hours across Bass Strait was definitely the best option after watching the lights over the Bay slip away.


Our concern over sea sickness turned out to be unfounded – although I discovered that taking two Kwells (sea sickness tablets) with a glass of wine produces dizziness, loss of balance and a feeling of inebriation – who knew??!! So staying up wasn’t really an option anyway – count myself lucky not to have rolled out of the top bunk though, woke up at 2am to put a short person back in their bunk and there was a definite rock and roll motion going on!

Hello Victoria

After the very long slog driving from Brisbane to Melbourne (‘are we there yet’ on repeat) we arrived in Victoria to driving rain – and all the locals exclaiming about how wonderful the weather had been until now – I think they were making that up so we didn’t leave straight away! At least we now have definitive proof that the car and camper setup is totally waterproof while mobile, which is a very good thing when all your warm clothes are in the storage bag on the roof of the Prado and the temperature plunges to 14 degrees five minutes after the rain starts.

We have taken refuge with my dad and favourite step-mum in Dromana on the Mornington Peninsula for a few nights, last interlude before we commence the camping phase so we are making the absolute most of having a real bed, bathroom inside and washing machine on demand – oh and seeing family of course! Luckily for us the rain has cleared, the sun is out and the view out to the bay is spectacular . Staying here always involves catching up with our loud, boisterous, fabulous extended family, much consumption of wine, good cooking (usually by my dad and husband), game playing and general hilarity. The banter between my German father on his fourth marriage and my Pommy stepmother who counters all conflict with wit and humour is better than watching television, seeing as everyone tells me I married my father I’m thinking I could learn a thing or two here, might start taking notes!!

Hoping to get a few photographs of this beautiful part of Victoria while the sun is shining as I love the Mornington Peninsula, in the mean time here is the view from the back deck of our family’s home and Sophia practicing to be a vet for the RSPCA with poor unsuspecting Missy the dalmation!




Next instalment should be embarking on the Spirit of Tassie, getting a little nervous about the sea-sickness aspect, apparently they recommend everyone take tablets before they board just in case – and predictions for Wednesday is swell up to 2 metres, surely that is just a ripple in the pond for the Spirit – right??!!

The Very Wet Dry Run

So the dry run for the trip has turned into a very, very wet run – although that hasn’t stopped the feral pack of kids having a good time in the mud! There’s been some discussion around our living arrangements for the six months so here’s a sneak preview:

Setting up is still being fine tuned, to quote my apparently much more organized other half “it will be quicker as you become more useful”. Hmmm – you think he’d know better after 11 years of marriage.

We may be homeless soon but there are a few necessities coming with:
Coffee Machine (husband)

Juicer (wife)

Pizza in the Weber Q (kids) but not the beer!

There is probably a distinct food theme developing here, wait until the Thermomix makes an appearance..

Hello Australia

This is our blog about six months of freedom – the joy, fun, tears and tantrums of six months travelling this beautiful country in a campervan with two five year olds, pretty sure there will be some stories to tell about that! Our story is in the about section and this will be our record of a time of homeless drifting and hopefully some great adventures (and not too many tantrums….)

Here we all are

Here we all are