DAY ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-TWO: So the plan is…

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-TWO: So the plan is…

We have decided not to go to Fiji, we simply don’t have enough money but what money. We would have had spent there we can invest into having an even better time in New Zealand, we spent the day deciding on how long to go for, how to get about and where to go. The time scale started at twenty five days but we wouldn’t be able to afford any trips so we agreed on two weeks. Not very long but if we are a little more active we will be able to cram loads of trips into that short amount of time.

            Vicki has planned all of it, if it wasn’t for her I’d just book a flight and completely wing it whereas she plans every single day almost to the hour, this suits me because when she does all the work I play games on my iPod.

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-ONE: Hair cut

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-ONE: Hair cut

Since Janurary neither of us have had our hair cut and we were beginning to look a bit of a mess, we had looked for a hairdresser a few times on the road trip but they were all incredibly expensive. Fortunately my auntie knew of a place in Corramil which was pretty cheap, I’ve never been to a hairdresser because my mum is one so I’ve saved a small fortune over the years. We both came out with hair shorter than we would normally have but hopefully it’ll last until going home. We have priced up going to New Zealand and Fiji with the rest of our money but we would be too stretched for cash so we are just going to New Zealand but for longer.

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY: Washing

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY: Washing

We are both relieved to be back when we planned, Vicki has run out of clean clothes and I was running very low. Fortunately we could wash all of our clothes, we filled three loads and completely filled the washing line but we are slowly beginning to get all our stuff sorted out.

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEEN: Welcome to the 21st century

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEEN: Welcome to the 21^st century

The drive back was quiet, we were both disappointed that the trip is over but relieved that we will be enjoying a hot shower and a comfy bed.

            When we got back we were relieved to see everyone and reclaimed our room and proceeded in trying to tidy up all our stuff. 

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN: The last day

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN: The last day

Tomorrow is our drive back to Wollongong making today the end of a fantastic trip we have the van for another nine days but because of the cold nights and wet days we’re bringing it to an end tomorrow. Another reason is that we’ve run out of food and there aren’t any free camping spots on the drive past Newcastle and Sydney.

            Like the past few days it’s cool and overcast. Vicki wanted a final solar shower before going back. I would rather smell and remain warm instead of having a cold soak in swim shorts.

Our final meal is pasta, I’m pretty sick of pasta but Vicki still loves it.

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN: 2 days left

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN:  2 days left

Shortly after eating the rain came and didn’t leave until twenty hours later so the day was spent in the car. It cleared up and the sun came out, we sat out for a bit but shortly after the barometer beeped yet again. Vicki thought it was broken, above us was nothing but beautiful blue skies, sure enough black skies emerged and the rain came down. The winds were strong, and the trees leaned to an unreal angle I thought they would fall down, fortunately none did.

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN: Dull day

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN: Dull day

           

Having not driven in a few days we have to rely on the solar panel, when the sun is out and the skies are clear it is fine but today is dull and not likely to change. My barometer beeped threatening rain soon after the temperature dropped to about five degrees.

            Tonight’s meal is tinned chilli, it’s not particularly good but neither is it terrible, what is terrible is Vicki’s beans and cheese in a wrap.