We must have been one of the most organised campervan travellers on the
east coast. Our 22 year old fellow traveller Luka, former collegue of Berna, was utterly
impressed. When he was with his mates on the road trip, the car was packed
with chips and goon (goon is Australian packpacker wine in 2.2L carton boxes
that u can get for 12$, instead of a normal glass bottle that costs min
16$) and they mostly ate pasta. With tomato sauce on better days. We
however, and mind you, I was travelling with a German, had everything
prepared and ready, neatly ducked away in designated boxes. After 3 days
of practice, Berna would know exactly where anything and everything is and there where
a lot of things. Daily box, veggie box, dry box, kitchen, bar, cable
bag, green bag, black bag, eski and refrigerator. And then also the towel bag, tool box, laundry, medical kit, book bag
and many more. All this was too much to take in for Luka, so any time we
were packing the car or taking stuff out for a brekkie or anything like
that, he was too bewildered and just had to stand aside and watch.
Camper-van aka Frangelico was of course equipped with a gas stove, so we could cook wherever. There was also a solar shower (fancy name for a bag that you can put on the railings on top of the car so the sun heats up the water), so u could shower wherever.
With all this organisation I was still always searching for something. Where are my socks? Why do I have 3 single socks after 5 days on a road trip? My phone cable is not in the cable bag, where is it? Where is Lisa (our Tom Tom guide, who got us sometimes to totally random places like on the other side of the bay we wanted to go or suggested to go offroad)? Or most important question, which I was even too afraid to say out loud - where are my set of car keys??? One morning though, on the last day of the roadtrip actually, I could no longer search discreetly in silence.It sucks to loose other people's stuff and I had already lost plenty of Berna's and burned some stuff as well ... nevertheless, Berna took the news as a real trooper and we searched every corner of Frangelico and the campground. No keys. Not the best beginning of the last day. But after much recounting the events of the previous evening, we drove back to where we had a little stop and actually found them back. Oh joy. The day could start properly - one mint for each, Ben Howard Every Kingdom CD playing and the road wide open.
Camper-van aka Frangelico was of course equipped with a gas stove, so we could cook wherever. There was also a solar shower (fancy name for a bag that you can put on the railings on top of the car so the sun heats up the water), so u could shower wherever.
With all this organisation I was still always searching for something. Where are my socks? Why do I have 3 single socks after 5 days on a road trip? My phone cable is not in the cable bag, where is it? Where is Lisa (our Tom Tom guide, who got us sometimes to totally random places like on the other side of the bay we wanted to go or suggested to go offroad)? Or most important question, which I was even too afraid to say out loud - where are my set of car keys??? One morning though, on the last day of the roadtrip actually, I could no longer search discreetly in silence.It sucks to loose other people's stuff and I had already lost plenty of Berna's and burned some stuff as well ... nevertheless, Berna took the news as a real trooper and we searched every corner of Frangelico and the campground. No keys. Not the best beginning of the last day. But after much recounting the events of the previous evening, we drove back to where we had a little stop and actually found them back. Oh joy. The day could start properly - one mint for each, Ben Howard Every Kingdom CD playing and the road wide open.
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