An early form of bus typically used for pleasure trips.
We have an old 4WD and we mostly use it for pleasure trips so I think I should rename it the charabanc.
Anyway, we took the charabanc camping on the weekend. Quite bravely, I thought, as the weather forecast was not the best and each time they have suggested rain lately flooding has resulted. We love camping and we don’t care about getting rained on, but we hate the saga of drying out the camper afterwards. Living in Victoria is not really the best environment if you prefer camping dry but there is nothing more beautiful than a misty morning in the bush and you get plenty of them down here. Our camper is quite high off the ground so the water would have to get pretty deep to be a problem, so we usually just go and hope for the best.
We left fairly early on Saturday morning, at about 9.30, which is early for us as we are not really morning people, even when camping beckons. We were heading for Wedderburn with the Fossickers (Victorian Fossickers Club, which we are members of) in the eternal search for gold but more likely to find relaxation and bugs. Still OK with us.
After consulting the map supplied in the newsletter we set the GPS (we have named her Gyps as she sometimes gives us the gyp) for the nearest main intersection and off we went. I think that Gyps was in a bad mood as she sent us through Warrandyte and to the Western Ring Road via Greensborough instead of through the city and onto the Calder like she usually does when we go to the other side of the city.
We went along with her, even though she was clearly off her head, as usually when she takes us on a strange jaunt we encounter something we would not normally see. At times she sends us into dead-end destruction and it is hard to turn around on narrow tracks or roads with the big camper trailer on the back of the 4wd, but once we extricate ourselves we just put it down to experience and remember not to go down that road with her again.
On Saturday she even took us on a completely unecessary shortcut within Greensborough, and we spent about 10 minutes just laughing our heads off at her directions and going along with them just for the hell of it! We got where we wanted to go, but not by standard means… I suspect she is possessed.
We don’t really need the GPS to get where we want to, but as we have it we just put her on and see where she will take us. It is kind of like being in a taxi with a slightly deranged driver, but without the fear of your life that kind of thing usually engenders. She has taken us to some wonderful places before, the most memorable being when we asked her to take us to the other side of Adelaide without going through it last year. We took a wrong turn early on and then ignored her repeated attempts to turn us around until she started directing us again. We ended up in, I think, a different country for a part of the trip. It was hilarious and I don’t think we will ever get to drive on those particular roads again no matter how hard we try to find them.
Tomorrow I will regale you with tales of camping, weather and bugs if you can stand it….