- Like coining the phrase "crap-a-van park" when on the first night, with all the premium parks booked out by the Grey Nomads, we are forced to make do with the somewhat less attractive alternative on the outskirts of town (green pool water, anyone?). Ironically, after we befriend another family of six camped a few vans up, the kids rank the park as one of their faves.
- Like our first full family ocean swim, with everyone - even Sam - paddling out in the water.. and noone - except Sam - keeping an eye out for the White Pointers that populate the area.
- Like seeing our first live scorpian, inside the toilet block, no less!
- Like reaching consensus that we love our home baked challah so much, we'll henceforth double the dough to bake enough for Friday dinner AND Saturday brekkie.
- Like the sight of Jack sprinting off into the distance on a cold wet beach, completely oblivious to the chill of the water, becoming a mere speck on the horizon literally within minutes- after a day of inclement weather keeps us inside, giving him (and his testosterone) a severe case of cabin, nay, caravan-fever.
- Like the excitement involved in preparing a taco feast as a team, Jack on cucumber chopping duty, Rikki on tomato chopping duty, and all hands on deck to grate the cheese.
- Like window shopping for stuff on Friday and returning the next afternoon to buy it... only to discover that small towns do still run by 1980's trading hours, with toy shops (sorry Rikki) and newsagencies (sorry Jack) and hardware stores (sorry Budge) all shutting at midday on Saturday and not opening again until Monday. Luckily the IGA is still open, so it's comfort food in lieu for all.
- Like sending the kids on ahead to the showers before getting distracted and losing track of time... then being blown away when they return with bodies scrubbed, hair washed and combed, jammies on and teeth brushed, chests puffed out proudly and deservedly so. Seems we've been underestimating the gang until now.
From here we face the much anticipated but nevertheless somewhat intimidating drive across the Nullarbor Plain, where we'll exit SA and begin our exploration of WA. All of us have demonstrated, to ourselves and each other, how resiliant, how adventurous and how independant we can be. Nullarbor, here we come!
|Tucking in to the great Taco dee-nir.|
|Three Biharys completely bushed.|