Before departing for a 6 week jaunt down to Victoria I filled our new motor home with every possible utensil we may need along the way, I filled the freezer and pantry with food so we wouldn't need to shop every day, I downloaded some awesome apps to help us find campsites, cheap fuel, Maccas, the most direct routes between A & B, fun games to play when the internet was unavailable and others to keep my grey matter functioning. What I didn't pack was a spare fuel tank for when ours sprung a leak in Grafton, nor a spare freezer for when ours gave up the ghost and died 4 days into our trip; still chock-a-block fool of frozen meat.
After departing the Woody Heads campground in the Bundjalung National Park in Northern New South Wales on Wednesday, I referred to the cool Petrolspy App to located a service station along our route to Nambucca Heads. Grafton offered the cheapest Diesel along the way so we pulled into the Caltex station and Hubby popped the cover to our fuel tank to discover diesel cascading down the side of the tank. Aghast, he was at a loss to explain this sudden phenomena and we resorted to seeking the assistance of the attendant to direct us to the closest diesel repair place in town, just 4 kilometers away.
After much deliberation and head scratching, the mechanic started to infer that he wouldn't have time this side of Christmas to even look at it. We grovelled sufficiently for him to take a closer look and after an hour he had found the culprit; a leaky fuel intake valve which he promptly replaced while we filled our faces with a counter lunch at the pub next door. His bill (not including the lunch) came to just $50 plus GST, and we were on our way again.
We had intended making it all the way to Nambucca Heads were we had arranged to meet some lovely old friends for afternoon tea, but by the time we were roadworthy again there was no way we would make it in time so we used the cool GeoWiki App to find a nearby campsite and discovered a lovely one in a farmer's field beside a dam and set up camp for the night with a mob of kangaroo for company.
Next day we finally made our way to Nambucca Heads and thoroughly enjoyed meeting up with our old friends Ann and Mike. I first met Ann in a North Sydney drawing office 30 odd years ago, when the phrase "back to the drawing board" still had some meaning, "Back to the CAD machine" simply doesn't pack the same je ne saia quoi.
There are some people we meet along life's path who we instantly click with and are able to pick up where we left off with after not having spoken for years on end and Ann and Mike are two such people. I always look forward to renewing our bonds with them whenever our paths cross.
After an extended morning tea that turned into lunch we finally headed off towards the next splendid campsite at Crescent Head, in Goolawah National Park. After a long stroll on the beach and a light supper we noticed freezer thermostat was slowly climbing. With no user manuals, mobile phone reception nor internet connection we were at a loss as to what to do next, and we could only sit and wait till all the meat defrosted before our very eyes.
In the morning, as soon as we decamped, we headed to civilization; well, Kempsey actually, and frantically started making phone calls. The fridge installer was in Sydney and could not offer a solution, No refrigeration mechanics were available this side of the Black Stump and no motor-home repairers even recognised the state-of-the-art marine fridges that were installed in out motor-home. Then at last Google came to the rescue with a manual to down load, It offered me the option to change the settings on one of the other two fridges to run as a freezer.
At our next destination, Port Macquarie we finally conceded and booked into a powered site at a caravan park where Hubby set about cooking all the meat which was in varying stages of defrosting.
Kilos of mince, chops and sausages delicately BBQ'd to perfection and we are finally able to say that most the meat was rescued. Anyone for a fresh kebab?