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Bacchus Marsh, Australia

I woke up at 3.30 and couldn’t get back to sleep. Even for me this is stupidly early and I didn’t want to get up then. I

ended up going for a walk before getting the last few things I had to do before we left. Coffee, for example. I left getting Kramstable’s suitcase closed to Slabs.

We got to the airport early, and managed to dodge the bomb scans at security. That must be a first.

After a bumpy takeoff and landing, we arrived in Melbourne on time. Zoe had to have rainbow drops because she gets travel sick. There was an interesting “we don’t have the car you booked, have this one instead . . . [after putting our bags in] . . . Oh here we go, this is what you booked” vehicle swap at the rental car office, but we finally got on the road and drove to Bacchus Marsh where we’re staying with Slabs’ family for a couple of days.

We’ll be heading off on the road trip on Tuesday. We stopped for lunch in town, and sat across the road watching in disbelief as a woman gently backed her car into the front of our rental car. Be warned lady: we have your number plate. Luckily there doesn’t appear to be any damage to the vehicle, but still it wasn’t the way we expected our first day to go.

The forecast for the first few days of the week appears to involve sky water. This is what happens when you say you love the ocean when it’s raining. This might change our plans for tomorrow, but we’ll see how the day’s looking before we decide. We have a couple of options, so we are keeping them open. As you do.

Kramstable is making a documentary about the trip, so he’s been running around with the camera commentating on what he’s doing. I’m interested to see how it all turns out.

It is really nice to be on holidays!