It was the first time the new van was put to use. It was actually the bees knees. Not even kidding.
Camping? This WAS NOT camping. This is a new thing, we actually have beds, like, beds... WITH AN INNER SPRING MATRESS! Unheard of. The small one has a TV, she can actually watch her rubbish cartoons that she adores and make me crazy with their repetitive noises, terrible choice of theme songs and screeching voices of their talented characters. Nevertheless, she likes.
The drama lived in the location choice. We're bush campers. This was a cute little side by side caravan/cabin park that left us nestled between the toilet block and a row of cabins... and their air con units. What a blast! Madam screamed, and screamed come bedtime. It felt like the whole world had literally stopped in its tracks and decided to watch he show. It was this moment we decided we were never, and I mean never doing this again.
We trekked a short 4.4km walk that madam owned, she done half of it solo, barefooted. That's my girl. A few sandcastles at the beach and back to our glamping. The beauty of the TV come the nights, footy! We could actually watch the footy... while camping. Can you tell how amazed I am?
We've done the tent thing, for many years. We'd literally spend half the first day at our campsite setting up, and even longer to pack up and leave. Always, last ones set up, last ones to leave. There comes a point where you just know there's another option out there, a better option... THIS option.
Thanks for the adventure Phillip Island, though we won't be returning to camp here again. FYI, not even allowed to have fires on the island... not even in a fire pit. Nope.