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…

6. Outback wonderlands and a very slow southern descent

Despite all odds and the improbability of ever reaching Alice Springs, Jenny chugged into the heart of Australia heaving a hot, heavy engine and two exhausted backpackers. Matty maintained a close and constant eye on the oil level, splurging on new cans at every available fuel station. Every half hour would beckon a stopover and…

12: Sweet Strawberry Farms and Tranquil Everglade Kayaking – Noosa

Her boiling bonnet burned and bubbled like an erratic volcano as the Moreton ferry docked. We made a direct beeline towards Brisbane city centre and it was there she was nursed by a Brisbane radiator specialist. We were faced with the choice of purchasing a fresh new radiator or fixing the old one for a fraction of the…

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…

9. The Cursed Campsite

Byron Bay dissolved behind us in a dreary blanket of rain as we chugged along the Pacific Highway towards the warm haze of sunshine emanating from the city of Gold Coast. We crossed the state border, missing the sign that heralded our arrival into Queensland and agreed it was time to find a campsite to…