Category: Life in a Caravan

Life in a caravan, Chapter 5 – car travel

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Before we left, a number of people with kids of their own, while envious of our travel plans made comments to the effect of “no way I’d do that with my kids, they’re terrible in the car”. With such comments ringing in our ears we did leave with some trepidation. Now that we’ve travelled over 20,000km I’m happy to report our two are terrific travellers.

So for those of you looking to do some travel with kids we thought we’d let you know what worked for us. It is Emma writing today, because Greg generally took the easy job of doing the driving, while I did the wrangling. I should also mention that none of us get carsick and so can spend quite a bit of time with our heads down. Continue reading “Life in a caravan, Chapter 5 – car travel” →

Life in a caravan – Chapter 4, lost items

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There is a lot to keep track of when travelling by caravan, especially with children. Not only do children leave things places you wouldn’t expect, they can also be blamed for distracting their parents enough to cause them to forget things also. Then there are times I suppose we adults are just a bit hopeless.

We have considered that based on the number of ‘outings’ or ‘trips’ we have done while travelling we may actually be ahead of where we’d be if we did the same number from home say over two years….

So far we’ve lost:

Oliver’s drink bottle – Mindel Markets, Darwin NT
Oliver’s hat – Ubir Rock, Kakadu NT
Amy’s drink bottle, Victoria River Roadhouse, WA
Greg’s sunglasses, Derby rodeo WA
Kids shovels, Kalbarri caravan park playground, WA
Bolt from drainage hose holder under caravan, Karrijini NP, WA
Package of mail from Canberra, somewhere between Canberra and Fremantle
Razor, Esperance caravan park, WA
Emma’s red jumper, SW WA somewhere

Not too bad for 16000+ kms and 115 days or so I suppose.

Life in a caravan – Chapter 3, unfounded fears

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Before we embarked on this trip I had two concerns. Well three if you include my totally irrational fear that Amy and or Oliver would be consumed by a salt water crocodile, somewhere in the top end, while I wasn’t watching. The first was that the car simply wouldn’t make it and that we would be stranded somewhere, dying of thirst on the side of a desert highway while feebly trying to wave down passing road trains whose eyes simply were not open to the needs of those pesky caravans that slow them up all the time. The second was just how we would all go living on top of each other 24 hours a day seven days a week for five months! Numerous well meaning friends and colleagues had warned me about the dangers of committing to life in a caravan. Continue reading “Life in a caravan – Chapter 3, unfounded fears” →