Saturday, 26 March 2016

Canberra

Canberra is such a big place, with so much to see and do, that I could fill many blog posts about it, but I won't.

We stayed at Capital Country Caravan Park which is still in NSW. Again, the decision was primarily price. We had thought about Cotters Camp but the weather forecast was predicting mid 30s so we decided electricity would be good. This caravan park had a swimming pool and jumping pillow. The pool was good to have on the hot days.

We went to the War Memorial which is something Greg wanted to do. I would have liked to do it too but I opted to do the whirlwind tour with Rory, with his attention span as big as a flea. I got to see snippets, and spent quite a bit of time in the kid's area, which is actually very good. The kid's area has “an underground bunker” the kid can crawl through, dress ups with various army uniforms, a submarine with interactive panels and a helicopter with realistic (very loud) sounds, plus more. Rory enjoyed the sights and sounds and pressing buttons and Tilda learned quite a bit reading various information panels. Perhaps the best part was finding Greg's great grandfather's name on the honour roll. Greg got to place a poppy there in remembrance of him.






A must do in Canberra with kids is Questacon. Given that I am arachnaphobic I spent quite a bit of time in their spider display to try to help conquer my fear. Tilda really enjoyed it as there was a lot of different things to do and interact with. Rory enjoyed it because there were buttons to press. He seems to have this overwhelming need to press something or touch something; so much so that in one shop he walked into he said “I just want to touch something!” in a very pleading tone. It's like a compulsion for him, or perhaps that is just all 2 year olds? The interactive area where there is the free fall slide and other activities for kids, is great fun. Kids learn without even realising it.

We met our old neighbours, as in they moved away quite a few years ago, for dinner one night. It was great to see Andrew and Sarah again as we still miss them. We had dinner at The Durham in Kingston and they served the best hamburgers we've had in a very long time, possibly ever. They were even better as we went there on a Wednesday night so burgers were $10 not $19.

Matilda's favourite part of Questacon was “mummy freaking out on the giant slide” which she then changed to “the area where you put scarfs in inlets into clear air pipes and you can follow their journey until they get shot out of a point up high on the wall”. Tilda spent ages there playing with that.

Despite a very busy morning at Questacon we decided to check out the Pods and Acorns playground at the Canberra Arboretum. While the Arboretum appears to be in its infancy, the playground which is purported to have cost $3 million, was definitely a highlight. We had to pay for parking so we only paid for an hour, figuring the kid were too tired to stay long. When we arrived we were the only people there. Not long after another family with 2 boys arrived. After a while the kids started playing together and we got talking to the parents. It turned out they are another family on the road travelling... and even better, we all clicked and they are lovely people. The kids played together so well and it was so nice chatting to Michael and Melissa that we ended up staying a bit over 2 hours. It turned out they were planning to head to Jindabyne, just like we were, and we both ended up at the same caravan park in Jindabyne, camping next to each other the following week.



That's Tilda and daredevil Rory climbing all the way to the top

We also spent a day at Cockington Green. For those who haven't visited this model village, every building is built to a 1:12 scale. They have a replica of the entrance building in 1:12 at the start so it gives you some persepctive of scale. The kids loved the fairy garden and we took may photos so that we could possibly replicate some of it at home in our fairy garden (that we never really started). Each of the buildings in the main section are replicas of traditional English buildings; some of them complete with hundreds of tiles hand cut to make roofs and other structures. All of the trees a miniature versions, rather than bonsai. The attention to detail is amazing. The kids enjoyed it all. Rory especially loved the train ride. My favourite part was looking at the building styles and the hidden quirky objects hidden in the displays – like Darth Vader and Obi Wan Kanobe fighting or Dr Who and the Tardis. In one scene a dog has run off with the butcher's sausages and the butcher is chasing him with a knife.




There was a lot more we could have seen and done. I would have loved to go to the Glassworks, Greg wanted to go to see the Tom Roberts exhibit at the art gallery and I think we would have all enjoyed the museum but our days were full and it was time to keep travelling. The good part is, Canberra isn't all that far from home so we can always go back and do the things we missed out on another time.

Best bits:
Tilda - “meeting Willow and Sakari”
Rory – “Willow and Akari”
Greg – “the War Memorial”
Therese – “some of the things I learned at Questacon (like what a St Andrew's Cross spider's egg sac look like as it turns out I've always wondered what they are when I saw them and now I know) and meeting new people who turned out to become friends”

Worst Bits:
Tilda – “ants in my bed”
Rory - “having to wait 90 seconds for the train at Cockington Green to reset” (paraphrased)
Greg – “ants that got into everything in the van”

Therese – “noisy buses and school kids jumping on the jumping pillow until 10pm”

Currarong, Jervis Bay

In the interests of keeping costs down we booked into the caravan park at Currarong, rather than further around into Jervis Bay. It was a nice enough caravan park. The best part of it was the excellent kids playground and water play park. I particularly liked that it had a water park but no pool as it meant I could supervise Rory playing without actually having to be in the water to hold/catch him.



Tilda about to get water dumped on her (she loved it)

Staying here put us close to the Beecroft Weapons Range, which is only open at certain times (like when they are not using it for target practice). When we were there it was open Friday and Saturday nights for camping. It would have been great to stay there but I didn't know about it and Greg didn't know if it would be possible to tow the van there and park it. That's the biggest problem with such a big van; we don't always know if we can camp somewhere and we can't just tow it in and hope for the best as we may not be able to turn it around to get out again. Going in to the Beecroft Weapons Range took us to the Point Perpendicular lighthouse and Honeymoon Bay. Both are worth the visit.






Honeymoon Bay is every bit as lovely as the name sounds. It was sheltered from the blustery winds, when the rest of Jervis Bay wasn't, and was a nice, safe place for the kids to swim and play. It was also a good spot for a bit of snorkeling, although in close to shore the sand was churned up so visibility wasn't good, but it was much clearer out further. Greg went for a snorkel while I supervised the kids and then we swapped. That was when I had a close encounter of the not-so-good kind. After snorkeling (for a very short time as 1 - the deeper water as cold and 2 - I freaked myself out thinking about sharks and being alone in the deep water) I headed back in to thigh deep water. As I stopped and stood up to pull up my mask, I felt a really hard hit to my calf. I looked around and didn't see anything but immediately freaked out as it felt like someone had punched me really, really hard in the leg. I knelt down to check out my leg when I felt something kind of rubbery wiggling and moving under my knee. Needless to say, I absolutely freaked out this time and rushed to shore, totally shaken. In the shallow water I could sit down and properly check out my leg. There was no mark or anything to show for what I felt. It honestly felt like a hard kick to my leg, a lot like the kick I felt one time when I touched our electric fence without realising it was on. My calf had a deep ache in it and felt quite weak. Given there was no mark, I sucked it up and we stayed a little bit longer then headed back to the caravan. After talking myself out of thinking I was dying (has anyone noticed I'm a bit of a stress head/anxious basket case???) I used Dr Google who gave me information that leads me to think I had a close encounter with a Coffin Ray.

We also drove around to Huskisson which I really liked. It was quite touristy but I thought it was lovely and would happily visit there again. We had some very yummy ice creams from a shop that sold ice cream and fudge. Unfortunately I can't remember the name of it as I would recommend it.

For around 20 years I had been wanting to snorkel at Jervis Bay because I have always heard how beautiful it was, how much sea life there was to enjoy and first and foremost, it's meant to be one of the places to see weedy sea dragons in the wild and I have wanted to see one in the wild (I've seen them in an aquarium) ever since I learned of them. But after my encounter with the Coffin Ray I can't say that I was disappointed it was too windy and the water too choppy for snorkeling as it meant I didn't have to try to conquer my fear to snorkel alone. If I could snorkel with Greg I would be OK but one of us needs to supervise the kids so it means snorkeling must be done solo.

Best bits:
Tilda - “the water park”
Rory - “water park” and “Point 'Purpledicular' ” (he loves lighthouses)
Greg - "Honeymoon Bay was pretty awesome"
Therese - “Honeymoon Bay”

Worst Bits:
Tilda - “”caravan park was too busy”
Rory - “tippy bucket”
Greg - "the price at the local grocery shop"
Therese - “now being too scared to snorkel alone after my Coffin Ray encounter as it made me realise how vulnerable we are in the ocean”

Tuesday, 22 March 2016

Week 3 - Kangaroo Valley

We spent our third week on the road at a great free camp at Bendeela, not far from Kangaroo Valley. When we arrived on the Saturday the place was packed and it was quite crazy there that night, with lots of people drinking, talking very loudly and generally being fairly rowdy. Once the majority of people packed up and left by Sunday afternoon it was a great place to be. The campsites were lush grass and as long as you watched where you walked (wombat and duck poo abounded) then you could easily walk around bare foot.

For a free camp it is an amazing place - flat, gassy sites, potable water and toilets on site. The week was lovely, as it was quiet and a safe place for the kids to roam and ride their bikes. The campsite is on the river and has easy access for canoes, kayaks and swimming.

The best part of the week was the wombats. They roam freely throughout the camp at night. We went spotlighting one night and counted 16 in a relatively small area. Throughout the night we could regularly hear a sound like someone was sawing the legs off the caravan. It was wombats scratching underneath the van. The kids thought it was fantastic and I have to admit, I did too.  One night I went out as I heard a wombat bump into the van step. I could hear it scratching itself and knew it was close by. I looked in the annex (which they regularly walked through), outside the annex and behind the van but couldn't see it. As I turned to walk back into the van, disappointed that I didn't get to see the wombat, it ambled out from under our camp chair within arms reach of me.




One of the key "tourist" photos from Kangaroo Valley is the beautiful historic bridge. Of course, we had to take the obligatory photos of it; I just took it from a different perspective. It was a beautiful creek to play in with Rory while Tilda did her school work.



The only drawback is the price of food. This is something we've discovered as we travel - these popular, "touristy" towns charge an absolute premium for everything from the basics like bread and milk, through to coffees, burgers etc. Be prepared, take as much food as you can with you, or plan to pay ridiculous prices!

The Best Bits:
Tilda - "the wombats!!!!"
Rory - "wombats!!!"
Therese - "wombats and it is free!"
Greg - "awesome river for canoeing"

The Worst Bits:
Tilda - "leaving"
Rory -
Therese - "the yahoos on the weekend and wombat poo in the annex"
Greg - "the expensive nature of the town"

Friday, 11 March 2016

The First 2 Weeks

The first two weeks are done and dusted, in fact, it's been almost 4 weeks since we left home and it is only now that I have had the time, space and energy to blog.

The first two weeks were tough. Really tough. For completely different reasons.

Week 1 was spent at North Haven so Greg could do some work at his parent's house before we headed off. This meant he spent every day at their house, working hard on much needed maintenance/repairs, and I was trying to settle in to the new routine and schooling Tilda. It was lovely to spend time with his parents, as they are lovely people, but it was hard too. It wasn't really the start of the journey as we barely spent any time together as a family and it just felt rushed. It was hard for the kids as they were confined to inside the in-laws house quite a bit as we spent a lot of time with them and their yard isn't fenced so the kids can't roam. It was also hard knowing that we will be leaving them for a year. Week 1 was mostly tough on an emotional level.

Week 2 was tough for a very different reason. We did so much, and crammed so much into every day, that it was physically exhausting. Every day we bushwalked to waterfalls or lookouts or other adventures, most of which included steps, steps and more steps. It was a lovely time together and felt like the real start of our "big lap".

We did all of the "obligatory" Katoomba attractions - the Three Sisters, Katoomba Falls, Katoomba Cascades and Scenic World. We had hoped to do the Giant Staircase but decided it would be too much for the little ones so gave it a miss in the end, much to Greg's disappointment.


Selfie on the Scenic Railway



We also did the not so touristy attractions... namely the hike to Mini Ha Ha Falls, walked part way to Wentworth Falls and played in the playground at Blackheath (which is pretty awesome, by the way). The walk to Mini HaHa is a relatively simple walk, with some very steep ladders towards the end. The gorge and cliff walls are stunning and worth the walk. At the bottom of the Falls is a swimming hole. It was a very hot day so we had intended to swim. One dip of the toe soon had me reconsidering the wisdom of this as it was FREEZING! OK, so maybe not freezing, but pretty darn cold. The Falls were mainly visited by young teens and twenty-somethings who were all braving the water to swim or jump in from the rocks. Greg decided to swim, so after sitting on the ledge for a little bit in he went. I could tell by the look on his face and the way he sucked in his breath that it was cold. I ummed and ahhed for a while and in the end decided that I needed to do this too. I mean, I'm only getting older and if I don't do these things now, I never will. So after some psyching up I dove in. What can I say? It was so cold it made you gasp and then it felt like you just couldn't breathe. I lasted all of probably a minute and that involved the "holy crap it's cold, I'm gonna get out" mad paddle for the rocks. It was cold but invigorating. I think I can see why Swedish people go to saunas and then plunge into ice cold water, but it's not something I would do in a hurry. I was also happy to overcome my initial nervousness/fears of diving into a freezing cold, who knows how deep, pool at the bottom of a waterfall. It was a first for me.


T minus 2

It is now less than 2 weeks until we set off on our "big lap", in fact, if all goes well there are only 9 days left until we set off. In the midst of the crazy busyness of packing, downsizing and all of the other "fun" that needs to be done, the reality is only just starting to set in, as is the panic. My mind is flooded with questions and doubts, checklists and fears to the point where I am finding it hard to switch off and sleep. 

The reality of leaving my friends and neighbours, the house we built and all of the comforts of life are starting to hit and rather than looking forward to the trip, as I imagined I would be, I am starting to feel quite sad instead. I know this is an amazing opportunity and it will be a wonderful experience but that doesn't stop me from thinking of the people and things I will miss.

I thought I would write a list of the things I think I will miss, to compare it to the reality of what I do actually miss. 

I know I will miss:
  • my friends and neighbours who are like family to us
  • regularly seeing the school mums at either pick up or drop off
  • my church family
  • long hot baths
  • comfy lounge chairs
  • crafting
  • some of my books
Things I think I will miss:
  • virtually unlimited internet
  • being able to duck to the shops when we forget things, especially important things like coke and nappies (not necessarily in that order)
  • having space to myself
I've noticed that everyone who is starting to head off on a big trip has lots of questions about packing, sorting, organising etc. I will write a blog post about that once we've finished so I can include any tips and hints we've learned. For now I will share just one thing:

My clothes, minus my big bulky parka, pack down to one fruit box sized pile that weighs 7kg and looks like this: