Virgins with a van – what could go wrong?
Virgins attack everything with passion. At times passion to get to the end takes away the value of the journey and you end up wondering what all the fuss was about as the conquest becomes the driver. As pending “grey nomads” the start of our journey was no different. Having personally retired, the frenzy of getting things done still weighed heavy and for my wife still looking to give birth to a small business the madness was very much evident.
Travelling around Oz for the first time we have been caught up in such a journey. Thankfully we have many old hands to slow us down and say – “hey, stop and smell the roses”.
First there was the equipping. The caravan – no idea what we were doing. One aunt and uncle had done what we had intended in a “rolls c’nardly” Coaster bus which was lucky to do 80 kph downhill with the wind behind it. Another had the $250K Winnebago Both were inappropriate for what we thought we might like to do. Being both old Scouts we had thoughts of exploring. The Toyota Prado we had was equipped with all the bells and whistles (or so we thought), so we would be able to purchase a van and unhitch it when we saw fit and blast off into the wilderness at our hearts content.