33/52: Camels at Uluru

“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.” Mowgli: With Coober, named after Cooberpedy. Juju: She named her camel Princess Aurora, of course. Coco: He wouldn’t stop feeding dirt to his camel, Hercules. We couldn’t resist a short camel ride at The Red Centre, the only paid tourist thing we’ve done…

Snapshots from Uluru

When we visited Australia’s Red Centre, the Optus phone tower had just been fire bombed. Alas I couldn’t post any photographs of Uluru (as known by its traditional owners, the Anangu.) In all honesty, trying to watch the sunset with our kids was hell, hence no family shots. But it was worth it. We are so…

More Dirt and tortured gumtrees

We’re still cleaning dirt from inside our Airstream after a dusty ride from Pooncarie to Menindee, a small town in outback NSW famous for its lakes full of dead gum trees. A grey nomad outside the service station swore the road was smooth enough for his wife to sand her nails as they drove. I’m…

Marshmallows and Dirt

It was a bit of a gamble, but we made it in one piece up nearly 100-kilometres of dirt road to Mungo National Park. The ranger I spoke to on the phone advised half the road had just been re-surfaced: “it’s as good as it will ever get for a caravan,” she said optimistically. We…

Al’s Bus

I love vintage buses nearly as much as I love Airstreams. If I had somewhere to park an old Bedford or a Leyland double decker, I would be scraping my pennies together and scouring eBay for one to convert. The next best thing is finding someone else with one who is happy to let me knock…

Not so glamorous

We’ve been on the road for two weeks today. I’d love to say it’s been mostly great. But it has been two really long weeks. “Housewife’s holiday?” yelled a cheeky retiree outside the toilet block today, as I was frantically rounding up the kids. Holiday indeed. Some days I think I need a holiday from…

On the road

We’re one week into a 2000 kilometre road trip from Melbourne to the Red Centre and a laissez-faire attitude has already kicked in – out of necessity. So far we’ve made it just 9 hours drive from home. From a snapped bracket on our hitch on day one, to losing all our marker lights on day…

17/52

“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.” Juju: She adores playing behind the curtains with her brothers, especially Coco. Coco: His latest obsession. Mowgli: Teething in style.   The twins are obsessed with Thomas at the moment. Coco has barely put his toy down- except the time I ripped the…

Cabin Fever

We’ve just had our first weekend escapade in Wallabee. We stayed at a camp ground in Sorento, where we were rained in. My better half went fishing with friends at the crack of dawn. That left me to entertain two hyperactive one-year old’s and their fiesty big sister – in 17 square meters of space….

How flashing your boobs can get you places.

We finally registered Wallabee, our 1968 Airstream. Though it nearly didn’t happen. We were ten minutes late for our inspection with VicRoads. Ten minutes!  I apologised (while juggling two hungry, wriggling babies) and explained that it took longer than expected to hitch up, have Wallabee weighed at the Public Weighbridge and find somewhere outside the…