01.04.2008 - 09.05.2008
It was with heavy hearts that we handed back the keys for the campervan, drew our west coast road trip to an end and said goodbye to Australia.
Attempting to sum up the time that we had 'down under' is as mammoth a task as the distance we covered after departing Perth five and a half weeks ago (I say 'we' but in reality I have in fact been comfortably chauffeur driven 5500 Km by my ever patient, ever trucking wife, and it is in fact she who has covered the distance)
From the tropical beaches to the sun scorched red deserts, Whale Sharks to Camels and from the apparently never ending open road (again, you'll have to ask the driver about that one) to the breakdowns 300 Km from anywhere with no cell phone coverage, it is safe to say that we truly embarked upon a great Western Australia adventure!
In a place that is so fantastically big and monumentally unpopulated it initially takes a while to re-adjust your expectations of what you can, and more importantly, what you can not take for granted. Jana, for example, who is famous for her ability to drain a petrol tank to the maximum before refilling had to contend with the fact that gas stations are evenly spread out at 300 Km intervals. Therefore, riding the gas until the warning light comes on wasn't necessarily the best approach.
However, there is a certain charm that comes with such a set up and you quickly begin to appreciate life away from nearly all of humanity. It was not unusual to find ourselves sat on powder white sand staring out over the turquoise ocean and have the entire place to ourselves (The one family who dared sit within one hundred yards of us suffered the full wrath of my best stink eye until they moved out of sight).
And now, as we sit here amidst the hustle and bustle of Singapore a new period of adjustment is now underway where we will have to accept that even giving the other tourists a stink eye with the full fury of hell fire, the best we can hope for is enough room to lay down our towels.
As we look back at our time in Australia we can not help but smile at every memory, which absolutely includes the time we fled like little sissies to the nearest motel having been gouged on by a ton of mosquitoes at our campsite.
But now we start a new chapter in this globe trotting adventure that even the boys from Harlem would be proud of and I have a feeling that I personally will be embarking upon a culinary voyage that may once and for all put my food fussiness to bed.