Sunday 23rd February, 2014
Boxes packed 3521 (feels like), walls scrubbed double the amount of boxes packed. (Rounded up.)
Am completely and utterly exhausted and feel as if the very act of eating will require too much work, but have successfully cleaned and packed the entire house in ten days. Am quite certain that I have lost multitudes of pounds with all the cleaning activity, and the stress of it all, but scales are packed so I have no proof. Never mind. Will enter South Australia in four days, rejuvenated from four days drive, and much skinnier from eating only healthy food on the drive and no fried carbohydrates. This is a completely probable scenario I am sure.
May also read more Bridget Jones whilst we drive….
Monday 24th February, 2014
Fried foods consumed 2, (If you count a bucket of chips as one item), minutes of actual relaxation, about 5.
Arrived in Tenant Creek tonight along with their average national rainfall. Boatman is quite pleased with this feeling that the down pour will keep the less polite members of the community away from the unguarded boat.
I have had many moments to think and reflect on the journey ahead and am quite conflicted on a great many things. One being that I was quite excited that our sad looking couch, (that was unable to be replaced due to an insolent cat) was being left North Side and a new one would soon be mine. Unfortunately the recalcitrant animal that caused the trouble in the first place was never re-homed, and so we have found ourselves travelling with a surprisingly relaxed feline, smuggling him into hotel rooms like some amazing kind of ninja cat. I am now questioning if a new couch is necessary, or if I am zen enough to live the kind of life where cushions on the floor are adequate.
I doubt it.
Tuesday 25th February, 2014
Fried Foods consumed 0! Number of blown tyres, 1. Calories spent digging tyre out of the ground (15- it wasn’t very stuck.) Minutes spent driving down the highway at 60km/h with a partially flat spare 200 (approx)
Had planned a short day today, and in all manner of brilliant parenting, was going to arrive in Alice early in the day for swimming fun and jumping pillow antics. Of course we forewarned the children this so that they would have a clear and accurate understanding of the height, depth and breadth of our love and devotion to their needs when planning a trip.
Said love and devotion unfortunately did not extend to checking the tyres before we left, and not long after a brilliant stop at the Devil’s Marbles, the boat decided that it no longer needed one of it’s tyres, and blew it up in a spectacular fashion. Boatman and I spent the following hour removing the spare tyre, which also didn’t want to be attached, and then proved extra insolent, by being partially flat.
Not ones to be easily disheartened, we proceeded at snails pace just ‘up the road’ to the next servo and a hopeful air compresser. Unfortunately, up the road was 40km, and Barrow Creek seems to have really gone down hill since Peter Falconio visited. No fuel, no food, only 3 ice creams and no air compressor. And so we persevered in true Burke and Wills style to my most hated of stops on the Stuart Highway, bar one; the infamous Ti-Tree. 3 years earlier I had emerged out of their bathrooms with an unexpected passenger decidedly too close to my hoo-haa for comfort, leaving me quite convinced for several hours down the road, that I had actually picked up crabs from the public toilets. Which thankfully it wasn’t, but a tick is not much better.
Wednesday 26th February, 2014
Fried foods consumed, 2, Chocolate products consumed 2, Bad pasta dishes consumed 1, Imaginary kilograms added to my waist line 10, Borders crossed, 1.
Today we crossed the line into South Australia, and in true pro-photographer style, I completely missed the welcome sign. To be perfectly honest, I was secretly hoping that there would in fact be some kind of welcoming committee and perhaps a red carpet with important heads of state ready to welcome me to their fine state.
Instead all I got was a few cows and a couple of emu’s. Better than nothing I suppose.
Off to spend the night in the Sex Capital of Australia!
Thursday 27th February, 2014
Fried foods consumed 0 (huzzah!), spectacular tendon tearing ankle injuries in the middle of nowhere, 1, Number of times carried by Boatman because of sprained ankle, 6.
Have never really been a huge fan of Glendambo as a road house. It’s always rather hot and depressing. I’m not sure why I feel the need to give it a go every time, but I suppose that is just a side effect of my wonderful, generous nature; I believe road houses can get better.
Sometimes it’s better not to give them a second chance.
Any roadhouse that does not display ‘watch your step’ signs every where to vertically challenged members of the public, who have been in a car for four days and likely forgotten how to walk, and also possess weak ankles on account of previous inability to walk scenarios, should be avoided.
My stupidly swollen ankle and I have learned the lesson, and if the tendons ever heal properly, I may possibly walk back there just to shake the dust off my feet. But not to buy ice or Panadol, because why would those things be necessary in the middle of the bush in a place that is obviously a safety hazard to members of the general populace?
6PM- Arrive in Port Lincoln! Hurray!
Monday 3rd March 2014
Boxes unpacked (Today 0, on the weekend too many to count), Shops successfully navigated, 3, paranoid thoughts of rolling my ankle again and being disabled and screaming on the street, 4523, number of times got lost in a small country town, 1.
Am officially a ‘local.’ Have lived here three days, am able to withstand cool temperatures without a jumper, and can successfully find my way back from getting lost halfway out-of-town. Planned to devote the day to settling into normal routine, and getting on top of the mess of boxes in the spare room.
Successfully got the kids to the new school with minimal tears. Because we are locals, insisted that they didn’t need their jumpers today, only to arrive and see that at least a quarter of the kids were wearing theirs. Clearly they are not as well-adjusted as we are; it’s not that we are negligent parents who are causing our kids to freeze.
Have proud mother moment in the car leaving, and then realise that I neglected to take one photo of any of them on their first day. Am failure as mother and social media guru/blogger extraordinaire. Will rectify and take photos tomorrow, and just say they were from their first day. The hashtag #latergram is the essential tool of any good
Thank goodness they seem to have made good friends who will not forget important life altering moments.
9PM- Reflecting on craziness of last week, and new-found fear that I will never walk again without injuring myself. All seems very vague and more holiday like than real life. Thankful though for a great new job, a good new school, and an adequate wi-fi connection.
Extra thankful that it’s time for IBOT- have missed reading the last two weeks.
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