In 2010 my wife Sandra
and I embarked on a 50,000 kilometre, year long trip around
Australia. Travelling in a Nissan Patrol, living in a tent and
carrying all our goods and chattels with us, we endured unbelievable
hardships – tales of which have achieved mythical status and become
more harrowing with each telling. Bogged down to the axles in a
remote, crocodile infested swamp in the Northern Territory : Stuck on
a New South Wales beach with a rapidly incoming
tide : The muddy hell of the Oodnadatta Track in South Australia :
The now famous incident when my ear was torn off miles from any
medical help and Sandra had to sew it back on with only gin as an
anaesthetic and tea-tree oil as an antiseptic. We camped throughout
what turned out to be Australia's wettest year for over half a
century. All this, and more, was documented in grim detail in
previous entries to this blog.
Any sane persons would
have said “Enough is enough – we've done that – let's move on
to something else”. However, I suspect a touch of something close
to insanity runs deep in our part of the Douglas clan and, as I type
these words, I am just a few days away from getting on a plane to start
doing the whole thing over again. As before I intend to keep a blog
and part of me wishes it to be a boring account of an uneventful trip
with no disasters to record. On the other hand, I have come to
realise that people are not really interested in peaceful, uneventful trips. As
Sandra's sister Gill commented on the blog during the last trip “I
only followed it for the disasters.” Here's hoping the 2014 trip is
interesting but without too many disasters (although they have
started already!)
Sandra has been in
Sydney since November - she went ahead of me in order to do a bit of
grandmotherly “bonding” with our three Australian grandchildren
Lex, Anatalia and Jasmine. Presumably I was not going to be much good
at “bonding” and was left behind to my own devices – which I
suspect caused Sandra some worry as I came across an
email she sent
to a friend saying that she thought that “James has gone a bit mad
without my calming influence”. She may have had a point as I went
through a dressing up phase when, in a matter of weeks I found myself
performing as Maggie Thatcher (Heroes and Villains of the 20th
Century Dinner) – Santa's Big Elf (Rugby Club Santas Christmas
Outing) – Santa Claus (Rotary Club Street Collection) and finally,
Rab C Nesbitt (New Year's Eve Party)
Lex - as policeman in school play |
Anatalia aka "Talia" - looking cute |
Jasmine aka Jazzy - looking not so cute |
Santa's Big Elf - looking even less cute !! |
Rab C Nesbitt with Buckfast and another reprobate bringing in the New Year in style |
Sandra in the meantime was having no less an eventful time. A rather stunning picture of her at the wheel of a yacht – and looking very much the part – was followed by her expensive camera “jumping out of her bag” and heading for the bottom of Sydney Harbour. This was not an isolated case, experience had already shown that hi-tech cameras, Sandra and salt water are a fatal combination!
After Christmas and New
Year in Sydney a “break” was required and a beach house a few
hours drive south was booked for a week long family holiday – ten
people in all. When Sandra last went to Australia just over two
years ago for the birth of Jasmine she was pushed onto the plane in a
wheel chair as she had just broken her ankle. A day into their
holiday I received phone and email messages asking for details of her
medical insurance – she had fallen on the stairs in the holiday
house and had broken two bones in the same ankle. She has assured me
that red wine was not a contributory factor.
Pirates of the Caribbean - "Yo-Ho-Ho and a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon!" |
Early indications were
that she would need surgery when she got back to Sydney to pin the
bones together. However, for once luck was on our side, and she has
been told that surgery will not be required – just strapping and
rest. This was doubly lucky as, when I spoke to the insurance
company, they told me that if surgery had been needed she would have
been repatriated to the UK. She is now back in Sydney where she
somehow sourced a scooter to help her mobility. She found she could really get up to speed in shopping malls - and was thinking of getting a crash helmet just in case !
Being the advance party
Sandra was tasked with not only her “bonding” duties but to start
to pull together the kit needed for the trip – vehicle, tent etc.
With her broken ankle I suspect things may be a little behind
schedule and I doubt if we will be ready to hit the road by the end
of February as I had hoped. Particularly as Steven (our son) is in
the throes of buying a house and I suspect that Sandra has offered my
rudimentary house renovation skills to the project.
Sandra on her mobility scooter. Note the two additions attached to the handle bars now you don't get that on the National Health Service |
Finally, in this the
first blog of the 2014 Australian Trip, it is with heavy heart that I
have to reveal that Zara, our 11 year old Rhodesian Ridgeback, has
had to be put down due to a sudden and very aggressive cancer. For
eleven years she was a constant reminder of a trip Sandra and I took
to Morocco with a group of friends where we rented a “palace” in
Marrakesh which came with a complement of four staff including a
delightfully rotund cook called Zara - who would probably have been
mortified if she had known a dog had been named after her.
Zara is now at the
bottom of a very large hole in the garden. This news will come as a
relief to neighbours who, having noticed the appearance of a large
hole and the lack of sightings of Sandra, may have put two and two
together and made five!
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