Glamping (Not) in Newman

 Newman Caravan Park, Newman

Arrived in Newman. Trying not to be too western suburbs here but Newman is a very bleak place. Lots of FIFO workers in the pub, and possibly slow-cooked goat curry was an overly ambitious choice for dinner. 

Some of the less elegant aspects of campervanning today... We have a leak in the van (front, right hand side) – very hard to see where the water is coming in, got all the books and maps wet. Mark emptied the chemical portaloo for the first time, successfully, whatever that means. Couldn't book in online for the overflow caravan park as it was 'fully booked' (as in almost entirely deserted) which meant we didnt have the code for the showers/toilets, so had to tail gate other people going in. Glamping it was not.

Mark's greatest sense of achievement - emptying the toilet

A long drive today. You look outside and its just more and more scrub desert. But I love it. The red of the dirt, the multitude of green, purple foliage interspersed with black densely-twigged trunks and harsh grey rocks (and the rubbish lining the road). Of course I am mentally planning glass landscapes, and also eyeing of the rocks as to whether they’d be good to cut up for mosaic.

Bit rainy and cloudy today

Random road stop

Its quite cold - you can see we still have jumpers on

Missing the kids... Mark send Suzy the ‘far cue bar’ sign, knowing she would appreciate it. I can imagine Talia doing this trip one day. Less sure about Melissa; she is in the Mark-category and would need inspiration/bribery from a partner I suspect. But I also think she's love it, as I hope Mark will!