Day 1, Off to Perth.....

As it has been a while I will make it brief.  Airport, great little flight, airport, get cab to camper pick up (managed to get THE rudest cab driver I have ever had the displeasure to meet, opened boot from inside and let me put bags in, grunted at the address, got there and asked me if this was right and when I said yes he just ranted that he had waited an hour for his place in the taxi queue and next time I should get the bus. Git.  Will say English was not his first language.....)

Get to pick up point - hello, put this booking number in the computer, fill it out, pay $3500 deposit, watch the dvd on how to use the camper, here are the keys, goodbye - is exactly how it went!  Now I had a name in mind for my new home on wheels, maybe Betsy or Bessie or even maybe a Daisy.  Forget that, I got a Colin.  Definately a Colin.  And a slightly tatty one at that.  Let's just say if he was a real Collin you wouldn't let him look after your kids.......

Still, I took myself off go the nearest supermarket and armed myself with supplies including water, food and copious cleaning products.  On to The Freemantle Village and my en suite site.....

I arrived at the park to find the same level of Western Australia hospitality I had got since I got off the flight, and was still to come across and Aussie.  Still, I drove round the site, passed the aptly named Bali Bays, complete with straw hut canopies, out door furniture and bbq's to the en suite facilities.  That will teach me to be precious about using shared facilities.  The showers were new and were (eventually) clean but I was just parked up on a bit of concrete with some lovely weeds.  Still, it's only somewhere to sleep.

I set up (got a right sweat on too, Perth experiencing some unseasonalble tropical humid type weather) then noticed a recycling lorry coming round to empty the bins.  I had just been to the bins and as he was looking at them I shouted 'they are empty' to which he smiled, parked in the bay next to me and released his wife and 2 kids from the back.  I kid you not, they were camping in the frigging truck!! (picture to folllow as evidence!)

Well that sealed it, I went off to the town, Fremantle, to check it out.  Very nice place, just went down to Fishermans Wharf Nd had Fish and Chips at a place called Ciorelles (or something to that effect) that advertises the best Fish and Chips in Australia.  Give it up guys, you may have been doing it for 100 years but the chippy at Noarlunga blows you out of the water.  Still not a true Aussie in sight, I was tired so headed back to the site.  Man with guitar playing in front and trash truck to the left I settled down to sleep in my new pad.  And listen to the rain.  Lots of it.  And came up with a new rhyme.... its raining, its pouring, the man in the recycling truck is snoring.....like a bloody rhino with sinusitis.

I did sleep well though, but needed a wee in the night which obviously entailed getting out in the dark armed with fly spray.  Now Im not sure what a huntsman spider looks like, but if he was one, he aint no more.........