The Van

The campervan is starting to become a pain. Being fair, it is getting us from A to B and covering a lot of miles without any problems but, dear god, it feels like you’re driving a giant wobbly tit sometimes. It lurches about road like custard pudding and I rarely feel safe in it. Its horrendously camped for 3 people and pretty much everyday one of us will say “Where did I put my….”, as things are just constantly moving around. The stereo in it is bumwad with any bass or low frequencies in your music being lost. So driving for miles listening to only high-hats can be a real bummer.

Sleeping in it is tolerable at best. I often find myself waking up with half my body numb if I’ve been sleeping on my side. Come the morning its like a sauna and you wake in a clammy sweat with the air stuffy and farty. Maneuvering things around inside can only be done one person at a time so getting your things for a shower can seem like a military operation. To top it all off, we paid a daily rate for the van, plus excess for the insurance the least we would expect is that we could sleep for free. Nope. Most places on the East coast wont allow you to park up a campervan anywhere and sleep in it. Oh no. You have to stay in a campsite (a further expense), or face a 300 dollar fine if you get caught sleeping in a car park. I guess the Australian Tourist Board have certainly got their economics sorted out. It would have been a lot cheaper, and easier to have rented a big car to store all our stuff in and just stay in hostels all the time. I suppose you learn from your mistakes but, by Christ I’m getting tired of making so many mistakes!! When am I gonna start getting things right first time!!?

You know me though. Not one to complain.