On the Road...

In a camper van called Divorce (It's spray-painted down the side) with my wife... Worrying, considering my driving and her map-reading...

It does 110Kph... down-hill... sometimes... It doesn't brake..., and it has "Honk if your really bad!" spray-painted on the back. It took me a 100K's to stop jumping and panicking about my driving when other road users sound their horns and gesture at me, usually at major junctions and traffic lights. Or maybe my driving really is that bad...

We only done a few hours the first night, pitching up outside Wollongong, before looking for a pub.
Amazingly for us- We failed.
We found a club- of the casino, bowls, and darts kind that seem to be everywhere in NSW. Devoid of atmosphere, but full of poker machines, it was at least a warm place to spend a few hours- it was freezing that night! My search for a nice, cosy local "pub", where you can meet strangers and have fun away from gambling remains fruitless. The guys in there seemed nice enough, once their empty schooners of beer torn them away from their gambling and they passed a few words topping up at the bar.

Surely we can find a good, traditional Aussie pub in Victoria?

After a freezing, fitful nights sleep, the following morning was mega bright and sunny, so I set off for a run along what seemed like the biggest coastline I've ever seen. The waves were big, the surfers were big, the beach was big, even the bloody seagulls were big.

Despite the glaringly bright sun and cloudless blue sky, the morning was still colder than crisp so the hot showers at our campsite were very appreciated. After a breakfast of sausages and egg, bought the night before at the local butcher and cooked by Mrs G, we carried on up the Princes Highway... (on the lookout for somewhere we could buy a cheap duvet)...