How many pairs of jeans can one kombi fit?When you decide to pack up shop - handing in your resignation to what can only be described as one pretty sweet gig, giving notice on a sort-after, newly renovated, beachside Sydney unit, temporarily waving goodbye to family and friends - a few thoughts go through your mind. 1. Did I really just agree to swap my queen sized bed, covered in matching sheets and quilt set (complete with a pretty pile of pillows) for a fold-out, vinal covered Kombi back seat, that reclines to a rather squashy king single? 2. What is the reality of showering in a caravan toilet block, nightly, and lugging all of my essential bathroom products (thanks Girlfriend magazine) across a tourist park full of strangers? 3. What the hell am I going to do with all my shoes?
But superficial lifestyle differences aside, husband Luke and I have decided to try something new. Test ourselves. See a few things. Create some memories to harp on to the grandkiddies about. And what better way to do it, than in a 1976 VW kombi camper, recently refurbished by none-other-than husband himself. And what better place to do it, than in good ol' Australia. It all sounds terribly romantic. Or a bit silly. Or perhaps a bit of both. Whatever it is, it's an adventure and one I'm going to try and post snippets about, so you can judge for yourself.
Yours in the great outdoors,
Odette
But superficial lifestyle differences aside, husband Luke and I have decided to try something new. Test ourselves. See a few things. Create some memories to harp on to the grandkiddies about. And what better way to do it, than in a 1976 VW kombi camper, recently refurbished by none-other-than husband himself. And what better place to do it, than in good ol' Australia. It all sounds terribly romantic. Or a bit silly. Or perhaps a bit of both. Whatever it is, it's an adventure and one I'm going to try and post snippets about, so you can judge for yourself.
Yours in the great outdoors,
Odette
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