After a long break and rest in Poland, I am setting off again into the distant world. Garry has been in Australia for two months now and is preparing everything for our trip. On the evening of November 9, I landed in Melbourne. After twenty hours of flight, I solemnly promise myself that this will be the last time, but it really is the end. When my stomach hits my brain upon landing, I suddenly come to life and, with a banana on my face, I run for my suitcase. On the way, I pass passengers leaning on their feet, and some flight attendants manage to put a wheelchair under their asses at the last minute, and I run joyfully with only one goal: to leave the airport as quickly as possible and forget about the journey in the clouds. Garry greets me with, "you look great.... good thing he didn't see me a few hours ago." On November 14, in a car loaded to the roof, we go to our first campsite as planned. Until Christmas we will be camping in a tent by the lakes and river, sometimes there will be water and electricity, sometimes not. After two hours of driving, we set up camp at Lake Wooroonoook. There is everything you need to live here, including showers, toilets, running water and electricity at the tent sites. You don't pay anything for it. The sun is shining, parrots are screaming, the lake waves are pleasantly lapping... paradise on earth.
A site with water and electricity.
The weather is good, there is traditionally red wine in the cups, and in one word: the life of an old man is happy. The next day, it seems to be a bit windy, but whatever, it will blow and stop. Night came and it was the last night in this place. I lay there with my eyes wide open, watching the tent billow and wondering whether it would float away with us into the lake or not. In the morning the sun came out, it was still windy, we walked around our house, there was no damage. And then... the neighbors' tent flew away. I didn't think it was possible to pack all my belongings and tent so quickly, get into the car and drive away.
After about two hours, we reached the second place on the plan: the campsite on the Murray River. The nearest town, Echuca, is just five kilometers away. We are in the heart of a eucalyptus forest, without electricity or running water.
The only symbol of civilization.
My water shoes dry on the tailgate and my power bank charges on the roof. A car is essential in every way.
Our beach.
The Murray River with yellow, not too cold water, in which we wash, wash clothes and wash dishes.
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