Date:
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01-02/04/2017
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Location:
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Adelaide (South Australia)
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Distance Travelled:
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437 Km
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Temperature:
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Min:
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21.6
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Max:
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11.0
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Waking up in the motel, after a good night’s sleep (especially in a
comfy bed that we hadn't constructed ourselves in the middle of the night),
was brilliant! The van was still in disarray, but check out wasn’t until 10:00
– so we had time to move a few things around and check that we hadn’t left
anything behind at home in our rush. Unfortunately, a quick check of the
inventory revealed that one of Nat’s bags hadn’t made it into the van. On the
up side, most of her clothes had been stuffed into an assortment of bags – but
her swimming gear was nowhere to be found. After a moment of panic, we resigned
ourselves to the fact that a shopping trip would be on the agenda over the next
few days. As we repacked the van, it was also clear that a good few hours would
also need to be devoted to sorting it out before we could really consider
ourselves ready to face the harsh interior of this massive continent.
Luckily, our first major port of call would be at the home
of my brother (Gareth) and partner (Rosie). At least we knew this would be a
calm port; a welcome place in an otherwise frantic storm that had been tossing
us back and forth for the past few days. We just had to get there first.
So, leaving the motel (a little less bedraggled than we had
arrived), we dropped our car off at Nat’s sister’s house (Linda) – and left the
boot filled with all the things we had packed in our rush, but didn’t actually
need.
Now, we were off!
It was a beautiful day - lovely, warm and clear. The car was towing the
camper van like a champ, and there were even times that you could forget there
was a huge hunk of trailer bumbling long behind you (although, it took me at
least half an hour to realise that the thing in the rear-view mirror wasn’t
some jerk tailgating me).
Feeling peckish, we stopped off for a quick picnic in a
small town called Kaniva.
We called into the local IGA and stocked up on some ham and cheese to slap into
a bun, as well as a bunch of fruit to keep us going for the next few days. Now,
this may seem like a pretty mundane detail to put in this blog, but it soon
featured in another life lesson that we quickly had to learn.
You see, the thing about Australia is that there are lots
and lots of rules… and many of these rules can be quite different from State to
State (or territory). In fact, going interstate can sometimes feel a little
like you’re crossing into a different country. Not least of which are those
laws pertaining to quarantined goods. New Zealand, for instance, has some
pretty intense biosecurity laws (and fair enough, it’s a lovely place – who
needs a dose of Varroa mites (Varroa destructor) decimating your bees, or German wasps (Vespula
germanica) landing head first in your martini on a lovely summer’s
evening?). Now that’s all well and good for a smallish island hanging out in
the bottom of the South Pacific, but for a land mass that is connected to its
neighbours by little more than a white dotted line on the road – closing the
borders to invading hordes of bugs takes real gumption! South Australia, I have
come to believe, likes to consider itself an island all of its own. Not even a
humble insect can casually drop by without approval. Especially if that bug
happens to be enemy number one, the dreaded fruit fly (Bactrocera
tryoni).
In retrospect, it was silly of us not to have fired up the
old computer and googled “fruit fly AND South
Australia” (using a proper Boolean searches, of course). But, with the chaos of the weeks preceding
our trip, it must have kinda slipped our
mind...
…but not having had the forethought to conduct the
aforementioned Google search, 20 minutes after leaving the sleepy hamlet of
Kaniva, we found ourselves at the border; facing massive signs advising that
our children could be taken from us and our finger tips broken if we were found
to be carrying any fruit, vegetable, or plant material within our car or camp
trailer (although thankfully in our bellies seemed to be OK).
The Dreaded South Australian Quarantine
Egads, we thought, that’s a bit of a pickle…
And so the next few minutes were spent forcing slightly
unripe bananas and very juicy apples down our throats. To be honest, I think I
took one for the team on that occasion, as my bowels have never seen so much
fruit at one time before.
Oh, so much fruit...
And so after entering a food eating contest with only one
contestant, we wended our way serenely towards Adelaide. “I’d better just give
Gareth a quick text message to let him know we’re on our way” I thought. “You
said you were arriving on Sunday” came the reply… followed by a great deal of texting silence…
I now realise that this texting silence was probably because
I’d stuffed up and had given him the wrong date – meaning that he and Rosie
were likely experiencing their our house tidying panic, as we were turning up a
day earlier than expected. To be fair, I had originally told Gareth the right
date (he even had it on the calendar on the wall), but in follow up texts (as my mind began
dribbling from my ears) this morphed from Saturday into Sunday.
So, with the casting of one text message, their lovely
leisurely Saturday morning was rent asunder, and we (somewhat ironically, given
the goings on of days just previously) became the invading mobs from the south
– come to wreak havoc on their tranquil patch of Adelaide.
Never one to be phased by such things, Gareth and Rosie took
it all in their stride – and everything was spick and span by the time was
chugged into their driveway a few hours later. There was even nibbles, drinks
and dinner waiting – how awesome are they!
The next two days were spent stealing a few hours here and
there to make good on our promise to finally sort out the camper van once and
for all. This was interspersed with the boys playing with their new bestest friend in the whole entire world,
namely Cooper the dog. On one trip to the beach, Nat even managed to pop into
the shops and replaced the missing swimming gear that didn’t quite make it into
the van; before ending the day with ice creams on the foreshore. This was all
topped off with an epic game of Jenga, the likes of which will likely never
been seen again (seriously, it was a massive teetering stack by the end!). And
sadly, it was time to say goodbye to our lovely, quiet waystation – and move
onwards into the unknown…
Four boys and their best doggy friend in the whole universe!
With the camp trailer stocked full of water (nicked
obligingly from Gareth and Rosie), food and assorted goodies to keep us going,
we eventually left the warm embrace of the familiar and headed out to trails
unknown. Hitching our travelling home onto our car once more, we drove gingerly
out of the driveway and onwards down the road. It was awesome to see Gareth and
Rosie, and catch up on their lives for a few days. It was also very cool to be
able to skype our folks while their two sons were together in the same place once
again – if only for a short time.
A photo for mum and dad's fridge!
Onwards we drove, onwards towards the sunset. Onwards away
from Adelaide and towards Port Augusta just over 400km ‘down the road’. On the
way, I also received my first lesson in paying attention to the mundane moments
in life. Driving into Port Augusta as the sun went down was pure magic. I must
admit, even the kids stopped fighting for a few moments to watch the sunset
through the car window, as the plains rolling away from us were bathed in a
soft pink hue.
Ahhh, the joy of the open road.
Bye ‘d bye,
Gregg
Somewhat surprised to see that Gareth is taller than you......
ReplyDeleteNah, it’s my enduring belief that he's just got much better posture...
DeleteNext time we're passing through Adelaide, I'll have to take a photo standing back-to-back; if only to quell this dirty little rumour!