Campervan Kama Sutra
By John Perrier
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Campervan Kama Sutra
Outback Australia, with a camper trailer, three kids and a dog.*
This true story tells of one family’s hilarious journey through Australia’s rugged outback countryside.
Our intrepid adventurers work their way through numerous mishaps, including, but not limited to, an ill-advised river crossing, an inappropriately packed roof rack and some truly horrible singing.
During their journey they stumble across a motley assortment of characters such as a confused check-in clerk, a grey nomad with an eye for detail regarding torches, and several Crazy Germans.
While reading Campervan Kama Sutra, you’ll not only fall in love with Australia’s vast, ever-changing countryside, but you’ll also delight in the tragicomedy that arrives with unerring regularity. You’ll laugh until something hurts.
*P.S. There was no dog.
***
Did you ever laugh out loud at one of Bill Bryson's moments in "Notes from a Small Island", "A Walk in the Woods" or "The Lost Continent"? Perhaps you enjoyed his travels around Australia even more, as detailed in the hilarious "Down Under".
Maybe you have laughed through other irreverent travel tomes such as "Around Ireland with a Fridge" by Tony Hawks, or even "The Great Railway Bazaar" by Paul Theroux.
If so, you will love "Campervan Kama Sutra".
John Perrier
John Perrier was born in Brisbane, Australia in 1967. Perrier has published five books across a variety of genres and subjects.His first book, published in 1999, was a self-help tome entitled 'Back Pain: How to get Rid of It Forever'. This book was an instant success in Australia, selling out its original print run. This book spawned an offshoot publication entitled 'Using Your Brain to Get Rid of Your Pain', which is a simple, commonsense guide on how to manage stress, reduce pain and think more healthily.Perrier has also penned three novels. The first, in the historical fiction genre, is 'Captain Rum - A Wondrous Adventure''. It chronicles the fantastic tale of Fintan McAdam, who set sail solo from London in 1821.The second novel is science fiction comedy for the young (and young at heart): 'A Few Quiet Beers with God'. Set in 2034, it follows the comedic mishaps of a young Australian named Dave who becomes entangled in a global power struggle.Perrier's third novel is a humorous travel biopic entitled 'Campervan Kama Sutra', a hilarious account of his family holiday across outback Australia with three kids. If you have half as much fun reading this as he had writing it then you are in for a treat!When he is not writing, Perrier likes to play basketball, cheer on his beloved Carlton Blues AFL side, potter in his herb garden, bush walk, play with his kids and listen to blues music. Occasionally he does two or three of these simultaneously.
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Campervan Kama Sutra - John Perrier
Campervan Kama Sutra
Outback Australia with a camper trailer, three kids and a dog.*
By John Perrier
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Campervan Kama Sutra
Outback Australia with a camper trailer, three kids and a dog.*
By John Perrier
Published by JP Publishing Australia
Copyright 2015 John Perrier
ISBN 978-0-9875694-6-2
Smashwords Edition
Travel/Comedy/Humour/Adventure
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ISBN 978-0-9875694-5-5
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* P.S. There was no dog
Table of Contents
Title and Copyright notice
Prologue
Chapter One: Preparations
Chapter Two: Perth
Chapter Three: Perth to Calabria
Chapter Four: Denham and Exmouth
Chapter Five: Exmouth and Ningaloo National Park
Chapter Six: Karijini
Chapter Seven: Pardoo Station
Chapter Eight: Broome
Chapter Nine: The West Kimberley
Chapter Ten: The Bungle Bungles
Chapter 11: El Questro
Chapter 12: El Questro and Kununurra
Chapter 13: Kununurra again
Chapter 14: Katherine
Chapter 15: Darwin
Chapter 16: Homeward Bound
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Prologue
I turned the ignition key.
Nothing.
I turned it again, a little more desperately this time. Again, nothing. Not even a tiny click. The engine was dead.
Outside of the Jackaroo, the river was lapping at the wheel arches, trickling muddy water in through the door cracks. The rear vision mirror reflected the mortified faces of my three children. In the passenger seat, my wife’s taut expression was even more concerning.
It will be fine, everybody,
I lied. It’s probably just water shorting out the battery.
Then I rolled up my shorts in a futile attempt to keep them dry, waded through the waist-deep water to the boot, and rummaged through a pile of soggy camping gear for the tow rope - the only piece of equipment that could help us now.
Then I led my family to the river’s edge to wait. We hadn’t seen another car all morning. This could take a while….
*
When I had the notion to take my family on a tour around outback Australia in a camper-trailer, it had seemed like a dandy idea. I shopped the concept around to family and friends to gauge their opinion of such an undertaking, and was met by an overwhelmingly positive response.
You’ll have a great time. The kids will learn more on a trip like that than they’d learn at school. What an opportunity!
These types of optimistic sentiments came from everyone except one person: my wife Kath. She had a few (dozen) misgivings, among which was: What if the car breaks down, and we’re stuck in the middle of nowhere, and nobody is around to rescue us?
When she had raised this issue, I had done what any experienced husband does when faced with concerns of such a clearly hypothetical nature. I ignored it.
For the last two months of our trip my policy of targeted ignorance had served me well. I assumed that Kath had forgotten ever raising such doubts. But I could tell by her stony silence as we sat by that riverbank - staring at our partially submerged car, waiting and hoping that help would eventually arrive - that unfortunately, she hadn’t.
Even worse, it was her birthday.
Ouch.
Chapter One: Preparations
Earlier that year…
The flight from Brisbane to Perth took nearly six hours. Sitting for that long on a seat designed for one buttock gives you ample time to reflect on how damn big this country is. As we flew 10 kilometres above the massive heart of Australia, I was humbled by the thought that this great land was ours to discover: the wonderful coastline, rugged centre, fascinating history and unique flora and fauna. So upon landing, to best prepare the kids for the enlightening three-month journey that lay ahead of them, Kath and I took them for their first educational outing: The Lucky Shag Pub.
We’ll come back to The Lucky Shag shortly. But first, before we even step off that plane, you should know at least something about the people you’re joining on this three month journey. After all, if you’re going to accompany us from Perth to Darwin, and then south through the red centre, then you’d best get to know your travel companions.
As you may have extrapolated from the little car incident in the Prologue, my wife Kath was not thrilled with the idea of living car-and-tent fashion for a quarter of a year. Her preferred modus operandi for a good vacation would be a couple of weeks in a seven-star hotel (six star hotels are sooo 1990s), during which we’d dine thrice daily in expensive restaurants and take high tea in our breaks. This holiday would also include numerous poolside cocktail bars at which they served drinks other than beer or bourbon. No, gentlemen, I don’t get it either.
I have never actually checked with Kath, but her fantasy holiday would, er, probably not include me. No, ladies, I don’t get that one either.
So when I first proffered the notion that we take our kids on a three-month tour of hot, dusty outback Australia in a camper trailer, it would be fair to say that she did not immediately leap at the opportunity. Following the ensuing discussions, in which she realised that her objections to our grand adventure were simply being ignored (including the one about the car breaking down in the middle of nowhere), we finally agreed, by a voting margin of one-all, that we would undertake an epic family voyage west of the black stump.
Timing was important. Within two years, our eldest daughter Caitlin would graduate to high school. Caitlin is not only cute but also very bright, but perhaps not quite bright enough to catch up on three months of lost work in the rough-and-tumble of senior school. Far easier to miss the time in primary school; the trip would more than compensate for 60 missed show-and-tells.
Our middle son, Lachie, was in a similar situation. He, too, would soon be graduating to a senior school, albeit into grade five. He simply could not afford the time off lest someone pinch his spot on the footy team.
Our youngest offspring, Jacob, was now big enough and sufficiently robust at seven years old to cope with life on the road, including being dragged on arduous bushwalks and being made to swim across shark-infested bays by his gung-ho father.
We therefore had a narrow window of opportunity that lay between Jacob being too young, and the other kids being too advanced in their schooling and sporting objectives. There wasn’t a nanosecond to waste.
So began the preparation and planning. Naturally, being a bloke, this was almost as much fun for me as the trip itself. I scoured guide books and maps, and spoke to anyone who had so much as flown over north-western Australia. Countless hours were spent on the internet visiting exotic travel sites, reading travel blogs, looking at travel photos and getting travel advice. After a month of dedicated research, my brain was so full of The Kimberley that I could feel its red dust seeping out of my ears. It was time for action.
First, I calmly deduced, we would need a new vehicle. Although we already had a fine car, my earlier research suggested doubts as to whether my 1979 Mazda RX-7 two door hatchback sports car would manage the trip. I was especially concerned about its ability to tow the trailer, and to navigate the river crossings in far north Western Australia.
Just as my reservations were emerging, Rex
blew a radiator on the way home from netball one night to seal his fate of retirement from active service. I made the heartbreaking decision to trade him in. I dropped Rex off to the dealership with the same sense of foreboding as when one takes an aging cat with a broken leg to the vet. I can tearfully recall the sad look on Rex’s little car face as his pop-up headlights lowered for the last time.
Into the void appeared a second hand 2002 Holden Jackaroo. I would like to say that we gave the car a cool family nickname but in truth it was simply known as The Jackaroo
. Then again, had the real name of the model been, say, a Holden Jack
, then we may well have extended the moniker to The Jackaroo
anyway, so it’s like the car came with a pre-ordained nickname.
The Jackaroo’s previous owners were a lovely old couple who had already taken it on a road trip through the Northern Territory. They had wired up the Jackeroo with a dual-battery system that powered a 12-volt fridge in the boot. When we purchased the car from them, they generously included the fridge and batteries into the bargain. Furthermore, they charitably offered us a free loan of their fully-functioning camper trailer, including a heap of camping gear – chairs, tables, lamps, and yes, even a kitchen sink. They threw in some fishing gear that they thought they would no longer use. Very generous indeed were this lovely old couple.
Yes, Mum and Dad were always very good to me.
Gradually, over the next couple of months, I accumulated, accrued, begged and borrowed more camping gear. It would also be fair to say that I pilfered a bit as well off unsuspecting friends. I don’t like using the word stole; it is so harsh, and reeks of wrongdoing. Pilfered is a much softer term that more accurately represents the act of borrowing some disused tent poles out of a mate’s garage and not returning them for a couple of years. Well, I intend on returning them soon, anyway.
In arranging our inventory, I hoped to cover every reasonable contingency. We had to be self-sufficient. Car spare parts were mandatory, as was rescue gear – tow ropes, a good car jack, two spare tyres and the like - as well as a comprehensive tool kit. We also had water containers of various sizes, two spare fuel jerry cans, and a 20HP generator. The trailer had a battery on board in addition to the spares in the Jackaroo’s boot, so a solar panel for trickle recharging was added to the inventory.
A 6 x 3 metre pop-up tent would serve for shelter alongside the camper trailer, and two first aid kits were meticulously prepared. I ordered a custom-made solid fibreglass esky – not one of those crappy plastic ones – to keep foodstuffs cool, liberating fridge space for extra beer.
Bedding was next on the list. The trailer had a large comfortable mattress in situ for Kath and me, but even though our kids are pretty tough, I didn’t think that they’d appreciate sleeping on the cold hard floor of the camper-trailer for three months. And I certainly did not intend to share our matrimonial mattress with three squirming, worming offspring. The mum-and-dad-only part of the marriage was a problem that I had yet to address adequately, but I knew that the first part of the solution was procuring separate sleeping arrangements for the kiddies. My little brother solved this dilemma by loaning me three portable bunk beds, assuring me that they were a breeze to erect.
All of this gear steadily accumulated on the garage floor. By the time I added pots and pans, food storage drawers, kitchenware, various collapsible cupboards, two tables, five chairs, the same number of sleeping bags, three boogie boards and assorted sporting gear into the mix, our double garage was crammed from one wall to the other. A mate even offered me a metal detector – who knows when it could come in handy, he insisted – which I respectfully declined.
I did some quick mathematics. Actually, I lie – Kath did the mathematics for me. She’s a maths teacher, and thinks that multiplication is fun. She calculated that our garage had a floor area of about 50 square metres, the contents of which had to be somehow crammed into a trailer measuring 2 metres by 3 metres. I was sure Kath had made a computational error somewhere, but no matter how many times she repeated the arithmetic, the answer was obvious: it wasn’t going to fit.
By the time I added a box of family games, fishing equipment (including four rods and my growing collection of brightly coloured lures) and two large containers full of wet suits and snorkelling gear, the pile had migrated into the laundry and was heading up the stairs toward the kitchen. Yet we still had to pack personal gear – clothes, pillows and the like – as well as last minute items like perishable food. And a carton of beer had to be slotted in there somewhere too.
I tried trimming the pile, but to no avail. Everything seemed vital. Sure, we could omit some non-essential items like toothbrushes, but that was hardly going to solve our problem. I asked Kath to help me cull, but she ended up adding a computer, a small make-up case, some nice wine glasses and a beach umbrella.
My mate Andy came to the rescue. During his family’s camping phase - this stage was now defunct as his wealthy brother had bought a beach house - he had purchased a very large, solid roof rack cage. Just the thing for a long trip. He no longer used it and agreed to loan it to me for the duration of the trip. (I’ll have it back to you soon, Andy, I promise. Along with those tent poles that mysteriously vanished from your garage.) Sure, we still had to cram a lot of stuff into a few tiny spaces, but the roof rack was bound to help. Heck, I’d pile everything up Beverly Hillbillies style if I had to.
Unfortunately the legs of the cage wouldn’t fit directly onto the Jackeroo, so I headed to the local auto shop to buy some commercial roof racks to which I could then bolt the tray. I was served by a pimply faced 19-year-old whose chin was adorned with a pathetic, wispy excuse for a goatee. He walked me down a distant aisle to where the roof racks were displayed.
"Mate, I reckon the Pro Racks are your best bet, mate," he assured me with blokey confidence.
How much weight can a Pro Rack hold?
I enquired, estimating that I had at least 70-80 kg of gear and a 50-odd kg tray to hold aloft.
Oh mate, Pro racks, they hold heaps, mate. Yeah, heaps.
I fixed him with the steely penetration of my bullshit detecting gaze until he began to wilt. He added another maaate
to break his unease. I thanked him for his knowledgeable contribution to my decision making process and scanned the package’s fine print. I wasn’t inspired by the Made in China
label, but discovered that they were rated to 55kg each.
Heaps... Maaaaate….
To ensure I had sufficient load capacity, I bought two pairs of racks, and installed three of the struts to the top of the Jackaroo. My little brother pilfered the spare. What purpose he has for a single roof rack I cannot imagine.
A few hours and 28 bleeding knuckles later (yes, you have 28 knuckles - count them if you don’t believe me) the roof rack was sitting proudly atop the Jackaroo. Yet when looking upon the expansive pile of equipment on the garage floor I was still enveloped by a sense of hopelessness. It seemed impossible to fit even a fraction of the gear into just a small trailer, a roof rack, and a car boot. However, I was helped in this task by a most unlikely skill.
I was a teenager in the 1980s, so I grew up when computer games were in their infancy. Our computers had none of the fast movement, surround sound and dizzying hi-resolution graphics that are standard today. Instead we had clunky movement controlled by a pubic-hair-filled keyboard (how did that stuff get in there?), 16-colour screens (256 if you were prepared to pay big dollars for the WOW! factor) and chunky screen pixels that I swear, from memory, were the size of sugar cubes.
Because of their inherent limitations, computer games of the period were gawky and crude. One that I played was called Tetris. For those uninitiated technophobes out there, or those readers born after 1990 who have never heard of Tetris, the premise was simple. Computer-generated shapes would descend from the top of the screen, and by manoeuvring and rotating them with the keyboard arrows as they fell, you had to position