7: Stranded on the Stuart Highway: Welsh Tows and Outback Uncertainty

Uluru gradually faded in our rearview mirror; a shimmering orange haze in the distance that danced like embers around a hearth and waved to us in fond farewell. We had hoped to cover plenty of ground that day, mapping our intended route across 700km of Australia. However, Jenny the notoriously unpredictable Land Rover had other agendas that resulted in…

11. Sizzling Radiators and Songs of a Whale Migration

All concerns for Jenny’s malfunctioning engine lay dormant within the deep crevices of our minds as we tried to enthuse about our upcoming weekend excursion to Moreton Bay Island. Friends and other campers had recommended a trip to the bay islands that encompass Gold Coast, and we soon found ourselves relishing the opportunity to drift…

4. Caravan Banquets and Burning Oil

As Mount Isa loomed into view after an agonisingly long day spent behind the wheel on the Flinders Highway, it was like drifting into some kind of industrial paradise (a paradox if ever I heard one). It was almost a relief to park up and part with 25 bucks at Sunset Caravan campsite, lured in with the…

3. Keep Your Bonnet On: Plunging into the Wild West

The next morning, we explored the high street of Hughenden which boasted a small row of shops with questionable titles. Each was named practically for what it sells such as ’Drapes’ or what the store is like ‘Pharmacy’, ‘Newsagents’ or my favourite… ‘Shop’. Admittedly, these are very helpful; imagine a scenario in which you are…

1: Goodbye civilisation: Popping outback

Adventure East Coast was at an end. We were convinced we had touched enough Easternly ground to last us a lifetime and we were itching like fleas on a ‘roo to see more of Australia’s unrefined, rural beauty. Our East Coast trip had instilled in us an insatiable thirst for travel and we found ourselves…

10. Koala Cuddles and Clanking Engines – Gold Coast

Our arrival into the glorious Queensland hadn’t been quite what we’d anticipated; a suspicious offering of cupcakes at a questionable caravan site and a crippling, cursed water infection. We endeavoured to push that experience behind us as we headed for the bustling city of Gold Coast, half an hour away.  Surfer’s Paradise, a suburb of…