Like something from a suburban version of ‘Deliverance’ we are crawling up the Pacific Coast Highway traveling north from Sydney up the coast of New South Wales, slowly fleeing from not much. We have had our 6 berth RV (Recreational Vehichle for those not in the know) for the last four days and have covered a whopping 160 kilometres so far, all in one day. Tonight we are staying for our second night in a holiday park (caravan site) in Soldiers Point, Port Stephens. Its midweek and it appears we are sharing the site with the aged, the super-sized and the under employed. It’s a Butlins type of camp with not too many people about and very few children. It is also overpriced and all children have to pay a $AUS 10 surcharge even Elka who is barely three. There is a pool, a playground, a giant chess set, wow! and a couple of trampolines. Next door there is a bowling club which seems to be permanently full of pensioners eating and then as if by magic, at 8 o’clock everyone vanish’s. I have a funny feeling about this tour, I hope it is not a premonition.
Lisa just said to me, we are spending more on this camper van and nightly powered site rental than we have paid for accomodation in any other country we have visited and we have to do our own cooking and make our own beds. She said we could have stayed in the Taj Mahal for less. I reminded her that for the privilege someone also has to drain the grey water and remove, empty and clean the shit cassette, uummmh!