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6 January 2015
We left an overheated Perth and arrived in a much cooler Hobart after a very uncomfortable flight, delayed of course, thank you Jetstar. The minivan was waiting for us. I do say minivan as opposed to the camping-car advertised on the website. The Youtube video showed a brand spanking new vehicle, with room enough for a football team and the comfort of a hotel room.
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13 September 2014
It started with Claire being really tired, so I loaded up Troopy with all the camping gear, a full fridge, and instructions for her to leave on Thursday morning, direction: out of the city. Basically, go to Nanga Mill, in the Lane Poole Reserve, where we always go. Spend a few days in the woods, sleep as much as you can, there will be no cell phone, no TV, no Internet, no noise.
And so she went. She only had one instruction: activate the Spot Messenger so I know her GPS position and I can meet her on Friday night after work. She also had to turn on the UHF radio on channel 28 every 15 minutes so we could communicate once I got in range.
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12 January 2014
It’s almost 9 AM and it’s already hot. And I mean, real freaking hot. It’s 34 degrees outside, at nine in the morning. Crazy. Last night I went to bed at around 10, and it was still 36. We hit 47 at one point according to my phone (well it isn’t a real thermometer but it reads weather updates via the 4G connection). It’s a strange couple of days, everybody tries to lock themselves indoors, or go to the shopping malls, or the cinema. Anything to avoid the heat. I guess a lot of people are at the beach, but I find it hard to imagine anyone lying there, getting their tan, so they must be all in the water, therefore the fist few yards of sea must be absolutely packed. You couldn’t even swim if you wanted to I bet.
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