OOPS.

OOPS.  Sorry, I have probably sent people the wrong address for this blog.  I've also confused everyone, including myself, by having Day 1 after Day 2.    Fortunately I have intelligent friends and family, who will work it out,  Won't you??  YOU WILL WORK IT OUT!!

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 2013
The 2013 trip finally began on Thursday April 18.  The preceding weeks had been immensely busy and the irritations of gall stones, "gord" and hives made it difficult to get the caravan organised.  Nominated leaving days came and went until I finally decided to take no clothes and just buy new ones as I needed them.  HANG ON ------ That was a dream!   Reality was that I decided to take everything in plastic bags and sort it all out later.   Consequently, I can't find anything!

On the first day we travelled for about 70 kms and the truck boiled.   I got out and Steve tipped the cab over; 16 litres of boiling water erupted into the air when he took off the radiator cap.  Eventually, it cooled down and he filled it with the water from our tank.  We were only 3kms from Moulamein so we stayed there for the night and let the truck have a long rest.

It went fine on Friday, no sign of boiling.  Steve thinks that maybe a "bit of shit" (a technical term) got into the radiator and blocked it up but was blown out in the eruption!  So we travelled 282 of worry-free kms.   Lunch was at Hay, at a fabulous bistro and the Op Shop there gave up a lovely, small, ceramic casserole dish.We spent the night in a new caravan park at a tiny town called Goolgowi.  The fees are a modest $16.20 after discounts.
This is new territory for us.  We decided that we needed a change from the Newell Highway and all the trucks.  We've achieved that but I can't say that the Hay Plains are very interesting.  After many kilometres of seeing the horizon in every direction, I'm ready to join the Flat Earth Society.  There's a little scrubby growth and lots of rolly poleys.  I would love to be here when they break off and roll.

Steve has kindly agreed not to stick to a schedule.  Instead of aiming for a particular town or number of kms each day, we go by my stomach.  The travelling is smoother, thanks to new shock absorbers.  (On the truck, not in my stomach, but come to think of it, that is maybe what I need!)  ~~--~~--~~--~~--~~--~~--~~--~~--~~--~~--~~--~~--~~--~~--~~--~~--~~