now, don't get me wrong
i am NOT a good packer. I am victim of the tardis effectwhere all bags are in fact bigger on the inside and therefore are capable of carrying any manner of junkin fact, the bigger the bag you give me, the more junk i will suddenly find that i absolutely, positively just have to take (i will need it all, of course) so a road trip with a rather sizeable boot was tempting fate to begin with . then you add the trailer and we are bound to have some hilarity! and thusas plans were hatched to undertake the grand trek across Australia's deserts into the great outback the sense of packing forboding began to tingle and what few remaining senses i have left
add to this, husband the buyer of random junkand as the umbrella hats and bulk baby foods started to appear in the mail i knew we were in for some packing dramasbut contention reached fever pitch on the spare tyres8 of them to be preciseEIGHT! and my how they were discussed (read divorce worthy argued about) and discussed and discussed
but amidst the trauma of moving, these 8 "little" circles of rubber found their way wedged into the back of the trailerwith a mountain of other crapand driven up the coast to my parents for a quick christmas stopover
what we didnt know however, was that this was the start of the great unravelling
as it turns out however, when you add the extra weight of 8 spare tyres plus bundles of useless crap (that in hindsight, maybe didnt need packing ) onto an untested wee trailermechanical faults can and will happen
so, in the usual flurry of frustration as our junk was unceremoniously tossed into the already overloaded, car and tralier, amidst the inevitable tears goodbye and well wishes, we waved bravely, turned the key and rolled down the drivewaypulled out onto the street and made it at least 100 metres before the phone rang
"wind down your windows"
"can you hear that grinding noise?"
"what grinding noise?"
"oh crapTHAT grinding noise"
sure enough, like the gutteral growl of some prehistoric beast sent to earth from the very bowels of hell there it was, a grinding, grumbling growl that could not be ignored
so, a quick lap round the block and then the investigations beginall the men of the family at first, looking at it, listening to it, kicking it for good measurethen come the neighbours, even the randoms driving by
yupgeneral consensus. your trailer is stuffed.
now, i am not a mechanically minded personbut stuffed is stuffed
and in short (due to the weight of said tyres or not remains open to debate) the trailer body had shifted so perilously low under the strain of the tow that the wheels were in fact rubbing on the mud flapsnot like an innocent little rub behind a puppy's earsoh nothat grating, gouge holes the size of the grand canyon, perilous tyre exploding kind of rub.
so two hours in the sunchild unloaded and put back indoors, worldly goods tipped out on the street for surveying and the decision was madelose the tyres
so pregnant or not, as if instructed by "the commando" himself, i rolled those tyres (near to bare foot and frumpy as i possibly could muster) up the street and across the road to their new homemy parents garage
and thus, only 4ish hours later than intendedthe caravan of crazy set sail once more up the golden highway due west
if only it was as simple as that
with head out the window, lie a dog in a ute, listening to the inevitable growls of chewed tyres we pressed on
through smells unmentionable as it quickly emerged our darling micro man has a chronic case of tummy trouble, we pressed on(thank god for the over the top packing and the numerous wardobe changes available to the microman as he averaged 2 changes an hour! not to mention the ingenious inclusion of a sealable vaccuum (biohazard) bag to store his clothes once extracted from his person )
through searing heat and past several closed service stations (oh crap, is that the fuel light!?) we pressed on
through the quick rest break that uncovered the ever growing tyre divet that required a complete road side trailer / car re-pack we pushed on further still
despite the "twenty minute" dinner stop from hell, where it took the local club over an hour and half to serve up some pre-cooked lasagne and a cold hamburger we pressed on..
and into the sunset we droveallowing the every growing rumble of chewed out rubber serve as a detterent for the many wayward kangaroos whom were determined to hurl themselves forthright in front of our moving vehicle
hour after hour we watched the sun go and relied on our uber bright lights and keen night vision to slow for each kamakaze over grown rodent that tempted fate in our path until at last, nearing 11pm we pulled into the welcome sight of our first night's accommodation
dust covered, nose hairs burned due to chemical violations and hands shaking from the alternating fears of hitting a kangaroo or blowing up the now severely chewed up tyre we tumbled out of the car into the stillness and quietness of the midnight sky,
prised open the back door to remove the microman to discover he had been travelling for an undisclosed period of time with an eight legged monster!! EEEEK! (hang on, it is late at night in a quiet town hotel carparksilent eeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
some incredible flicking with a shoe later and the child was safely extracted and (i choose to believe - despite it being too dark to get substantial evidence) that the unwanted passenger was very much removed from the vehicle NEVER to return again
bags unloaded, trailer unhitched for daylight inspection and most gratefully we turned in for the evethe quality of that nyngan hotel or the comfort i could not even tell you nowfor us, it was heavenwe had made itno roo sized dents, no divorce and the trailer, albeit very much in an undesireable condition, still attached and unexploded
yup, day one of our adventure west (and north) was everything a road trip should begod knows what daylight would bring!!!!