Mum and Dad flew into Perth the 31st.
I ‘just’ had to drive it the 500km down from Geraldton.
You might remember I only just got my licence… in Mullewa (population 900) And I drove into a tree during my exam….
So, obviously, this mission made me a little nervous.
I prepared by getting enough fuel, food and drink so I didn’t need to stop anywhere along the way. Just thinking about parking the beast near other cars made me break out in a sweat.
The plan is to drive from Perth to Tasmania.
Because what else would you do in Australia then a massive road trip 😀
The first week felt a bit like a summary of my time here.
And, of course, proudly showing off my tattoo. That’s right, after going on and on about it for the biggest part of the last 15yrs I finally made up my mind and had it done a week before Mum and Dad flew in 🙂
Lowlight was my new camera breaking so I wouldn’t be able to make a lot of nice pictures on this trip, lucky I’m covered since dad practically lives with a camera in front of his face and I still had my old one too…so pictures on this update are a mixture of our photo’s.
For more detailed descriptions of our ramblings and lots more photos check out my dad’s own blog at www.ingejancees.waarbenjij.nu
It was a pleasure catching up with people around the state and specially the girls in Katanning who showed me the newspaper article (3 pages…!) and took us again to the sale yards for breakfast. The all ages playground and a sheep farm. I even managed to squeeze in a short radio-interview with the local radio station. (you find the interview under ‘media’)
When we did finally start to move eastwards a sign for the ‘Nullarbor Muster’ grabbed my attention. A real and proper outback-spectacle just the next day… It didn’t take long to convince mum & dad to change the plan and ride the 400km along a dirt track to Rawlina, where we set up camp in the red dirt and joined the crowed at the Bull rides and later on in the big tent where an excellent display of line dancing took place (…)
But, after some nice men checked it over, it seemed nothing but a loose wire was the problem. And since those same nice men where heading in our direction we stayed together with three vehicles until we hit the bitumen. Exactly halfway along the longest straight stretch of road in the world.
The signs along the road keep you awake with things like; “drowsy drivers die!”, “arrive alive, share the drive” or “feeling tired? Powernap Now!’” that last one seems like a strange advice since surely, you first want to pull over and stop the engine…?
A lot of people I’ve spoken to tell me it’s boring to drive across the Nullarbor.
I don’t share that view at all. There is a lot to see along the road. I’ve seen a tree full of electrical appliances, a tree full of hats, a tree full of plastic bags… and then they call it the Nullarbor, which means ‘no trees’….
For the first two weeks of the trip my mum didn’t believe in kangaroos, sure everywhere there’s signs and she’s seen my pictures. But, I was surprised as well, we really didn’t see any kangaroos ’till halfway down the Nullarbor… Emu’s yes. Parrots and other weird and wonderful birds, yes. Even a few foxes and one Dingo. But Kangaroo’s no… very peculiar indeed.
Every few hundred km the landscape changes from forest to plain flat land to hilly countryside and spacious plains. And then, real sudden it’s back to cultivated land and wheat farms as far as the eye can see.
Just like you’re driving around near Mullewa.
And the further East you get the more ‘civilised’. After grain-country we crossed pretty green hills with wineries and small towns that all look similar and pretty and cute. We didn’t stop in many of those since we were on a mission to get the ferry to Tasmania.
At one point we stopped to check out this waterfall. As I, happy to get out of the car for a while, ran down the steps I noticed the big black evil looking snake on the next step just in time. He noticed me too and lifted his head. I jumped back and, luckily, so did the snake. Pfwew. I ran down the next set of steps slightly more carefull and a little shaky.
Not completely, we did managed to do a little bit of a hike around the ‘Walls of Jerusalem’-national park. And camp down at the most beautiful camp spot this trip down at a lake with lots of dead trees sticking out. In the early morning when everything is covered in a thick fog in a slight drizzle it looks magical. But when the slight drizzle turns into a severe downpour it’s not as wonderful.
Now we only got a few days left together before I drop mum & dad off at the airport in Melbourne from where they start their long trip home.
The only thing for me to do is get the car back to Geraldton. About 5000km. So this road trip ain’t finished yet…
Then I might get a job or maybe even get back on two wheels again… actually…. there might be three wheels this time.