The final kilometers of Moby...
Trip Start Mar 16, 2009
25Trip End Aug 20, 2009
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From Esperance we scooted 100km East into Cape le Grand National Park. Arriving in the later afternoon sun, this area of granite outcrops and bleached white beach lapped by aquamarine waters was impossibly beautiful. We were even greeted by a local family of roos with a cute but slightly ratty Joey tucked away too. It was this family that also had me scratching my head the next morning when I heard the strangest muffled growl coming from the bushes accompanied by some clicking... the roos! IT sounded like someone shouting with a sponge stuck in their throat. Comedy.
Unfortunately the weather closed in for our next day and we made a poorly timed attempt to ride to a walk up Frenchmans peak. Well, we got sprayed in Southern Ocean mist but were lucky enough to get a clearing in the gloom for fabulous coastal views through the giant rocky window at the top of the peak
On our second night of driving Jess and I headed out for a run in Eucla to an old telegraph station and were rewarded by seeing a pod of dolphins playing around close to shore. The following day we passed the spectacular Nullarbor cliffs and arrived at the Head of the Australian Bight where Southern Right whales gather to calf and do whaley stuff. This was simply amazing. Dozens of whales and calves just milling around, blowing and playing only 50m+ away. Very special. Acouple more DAYS driving and we arrived into Streaky Bay with the Nullarbor offically behind us. Hoorah. However, before arriving in Streaky Bay, we stopped in the town before at a mechanic as shortly before, on stopping Moby, som suspect steam was emmitted from the exhaust. Something lie a genie coming out of a lamp but with a lot less prospect of joy resulting. UH oh. The mechanic and I checked it over and agreed there was no other signs at all of a blown head gasket, and advised us to press on and see what happens in MElbourne.
After being kept awake by some dikheads playing Bon Jovis finest anthems until late we chugged a long day into a beautiful bush camp area in the Southern Flinders Ranges of South Australia. The next morning, with only 3 to go including a serious wino session in the Barrossa valley, Moby decided not to start. chuff chuff chuff. Nothing. Even a push start from a band of jolly ramblers failed. Hello Mr RACV man again after borrowing a fellow campers phone to call. The old, long haired, small-short wearing bogan mechanic couldnt get him going despite the most dangerous towed 'pull-start' I have ever witneesed or been part of
With the head pulled apart by the mechanic, the engine in half. Cracked head diagnosed. Oh dear, especially as the mechanic was on a long weekend holiday for his birthday potentially leaving us in a rather foul town for a week, cutting into our precious time in MElbourne with old friends and family. Cue RACV and our total care coverage. After putting us up in a redneck cabin park for 2 night, RACV organised to tow us and the cretinous Moby Mojo back home to Melbourne. 1000+km of towing at 4 dollars per km, um, for free. Thanks!!
But, unfortunately, it means that the valiant yet entirely pathetic Moby Mojo failed to do the loop of Australia with only a fraction of the journey remaining. He is now sitting outside my brothers house looking like someone has set off a bomb inside it. We are happy and safely back in Melbourne, and now the decision is with us...
Will he be repaired and given new life to be sold into new adventures, or will he be cast off to wreckers to be stripped and left to rot.
As if Jess and I care!!