Friday 13th. Day of Disaster.

Trip Start Dec 29, 2010
Trip End Dec 05, 2011

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Flag of Australia  , Western Australia,
Friday, May 13, 2011

Our fears last night were confirmed, when the mechanic failed to turn up to help fix the campervan.  So Next-Door Dad came to our rescue and eventually jump-started the van with alot of trouble.  In return his kids came and played with our's, much to Jamie and Zach's delight.  Finally we were off, heading for Denham to take the van to the mechanic to double check that nothing was seriously wrong.  We didn't want to head to Carnarvon (4 hours drive, and only 2 roadhouses between here and there) without being sure that the van wasn't going to break down properly in the middle of nowhere.

And the fun started.......

Mum's story:

The kids and I went to the playground at 8.45 am and waited expectantly for Brad to turn up in the fixed campervan.  4 hours later (and a panicked phonecall in which he asked me to find Next Door Dad if he needed help with the tricky mechanic guy) he finally turned up for lunch, without the van.  By this time I had had an agonising time with the kids, culminating in Jamie jumping from the platform in the playground, landing badly and now unable to walk. Benji hadn't slept and was screaming in the pushchair, wearing swim nappies as the pharmacy had no nappies and without a dummy which I had left in the van.  Zach was moaning and whinging that Jamie was riding on the back of the pushchair.
.......We spent a happy afternoon at the doctors ( but at least they had a couple of new toys for the kids to play with), who suspects a broken foot and advises that we go to Carnarvon for an xray.  BUT WE HAVE NO VAN!!!

Dad's story:

We are in the most westerly part of Australia in the most westerly and isolated of towns so you have to give people here some slack. They are natural loners and seeking out an isolated existence. That does not excuse them from being complete psychotic nutters though! The first thing I encountered in the back end of beyond on some dusty industrial estate with the wind blowing through was a lecture on why I should not have jump started the gypo van as they are highly complex bits of gear and only extremely qualified people should work on them. After attempting to be socially engaging and asking some questions of interest about the van and what might have lead to the flat battery I was met with an aggressive stoney face, asked to move, and brusquely informed that customers are a real pain in the arse and have been causing him a lot of trouble recently. Recognising the mentally unstable I backed off for 20 minutes, let him do his thing, and then asked for a bit of a summary as I needed to inform Katherine about what to do with the kids. This was met with an extremely aggressive and threatening move towards me and shouts that he had no intention of communicating with me while he was so involved in complex work! I stood my ground and insisted on some communication and explanation which I got - of sorts - but then also got told that this was an extremely difficult job, that there were so many problems and that I should leave him be. The story continued in much this fashion including and I quote " I can not explain this to you as I would have to go into complex electrical theory and use high level math". Sadly he has convinced Maui, from whom me hired the van, that the is a small risk of a bigger problem with the van and it therefore must be fixed. IT WAS A FLAT BATTERY! despite my rants its still there in the work shop, with much of our less valuable stuff in, it including all the clothes, and will not be released for the moment and no amount of screaming from me seems to be able to change things.

 ......its now 10pm and still no sign of the guy or the vehicle.  We are getting worried......

The one blessing is that Maui has put us up in a holiday cabin....I'm sure the cockroaches will have a party as soon as the lights go out....But Katherine has managed to wash her hair for the first time in about a week, in our own ensuite bathroom, so things could be alot worse........

...........just get me out of this S**thole tomorrow!!!!!!

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GaGa on

Sounds like a different species from that found in Sydney!

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