Life on the road means that sometimes you are camping in a few unusual places. You may be at a magnificent picturesque location by the ocean miles from anywhere, or you may be in the city or suburbs among throngs of people. Since most of my more recent travels have been in the troopy, I’m starting to appreciate the ease with which you can camp the night in places that you couldn’t hope to stay if you had a caravan or similar.
The Munda Biddi Trail is a 1000km long mountain bike track from just outside Perth Western Australia, down to Albany on the south West of W.A. Munda Biddi means ‘forest path’ in Noongar language (local indigenous people) and it’s currently the longest such bike trail in the world.
A Flat gravel section in coastal area
Beautiful fishing spot
Part of my plan while living in the motor home was to supplement my food supplies with freshly caught fish, it’s taken me a month to get my act together and actually go fishing, but what a beautiful place it was to fish.
This is the east end of Mazzoletti’s beach and I’ve been coming to this spot to fish for probably 30 years or more with mixed results in the fishing stakes, but it’s always a pleasant place to be.
Well it’s been a month that I’ve been living in the motor home now, and so far life’s pretty good. If you’ve followed some of my other blog posts you’ll see that I’ve been doing some bush walks, taking photos and some cooking along the way. The Denmark fair was on over the weekend, that was busy and I bought a number of edible items, spicy plum sauce, cherry jam, cherry chutney and some raw handmade granola which looks so healthy it looks a bit like the forest floor I’ve been walking on lately.
Granola
I figured I should post some images and explanations of the bus from the inside to give you an idea of what it’s like to live inside it on a day to day basis. Although comfortable and with most luxuries you might ever want, you must understand that everything is small, you have everything you could need, but generally it’s miniaturised. For example the seats in the main living area at the table has seating for four people, and seat belts for four as well, but compare the seats to my hat hanging on the back wall. And no, it’s not a sombrero.
The main living area
Camped up in the bush
First stop on on my travels is Denmark, W.A., about 450km south of Perth. The trip down was long compared with driving a car, but reasonably trouble free. Part of the reason it took a while was because I needed to stop at a black water dump point. Pinjarra has a CMCA sponsored dump point in town opposite the local pub, they also have an area near the dump point where you can camp overnight, worth stopping if you’re going passed as there’s a huge grassed area with lots of shady trees.
Yep, the subject that many people don’t really like to talk about, the toilet. Now unless you’re going to spend your life going from caravan park to caravan park, you’ll probably need some form of toilet. OK, there are going to be plenty of people on here probably message me saying, but I haven’t had a toilet for years and I’ve got by. But for those days when it’s pouring with rain and you are miles from a toilet, or when you ate some food that hasn’t agreed with you and you really need to get to a toilet in a hurry? You’ll be glad that you have a toilet. Here’s mine.
To anyone who has done it, I salute you, it’s not an easy thing to do. But like all things in life which often seem insurmountable at the time, once we work through them and out the other side we often look back in hindsight and find that they weren’t so hard or so bad after all, and certainly not so scary. It’s just fear of the unknown.
What am I talking about? The decision to turn your life upside down, to uproot yourself, declutter your life and hit the road with all of your possessions.
