And the car trip is on – just spoken to the boy.
A couple of weeks back they managed to get hold of an old Subaru Forester.
They went to a music festival (Rabbit eats Lettuce) and meandered down south. They’re 2000km in, having traveled down from Brisbane to Melbourne and just left my wider family who stay in Melbourne.
They are trundling back up north via Blue Mountains and meeting some girl pals who are hopping on buses and more city & beach focussed, compared to my son and pal who want to climb some hills and bushwhack….
They’re properly dirtbagging, sleeping in the car and washing at beach showers, in a 25 year old car with a broken spring, a coolant leak and no evidence of any fresh oil in a few years. What could possibly go wrong?
I’m still bloody jealous.