It was my turn to drive. We passed the Clybucca service station honking the horn and yelling from the windows. We stopped in Kempsey and refueled at the last out of town service station. Immediately after pulling out I was faced with red traffic lights on a 4 lane bridge.
The next morning we were back at the wreckers in Kempsey. We purchased heavy chains from them and hired their driver and a tow truck to go out and pick up the new engine from the farm and then deliver it to the bus. The driver was a very short, round, fat little man and I remember telling him that w
A few kilometers out of Coffs Harbor, we said goodbye to the girls and headed off on the busy inland route to Kempsey, a rural town about one hundred kilometers away. About seventy five Kilometers in, with Spit Ball driving, we were going down a hill when suddenly there was a huge BANG! and smoke st
Somewhere between Lennox Heads and Coffs Harbor we picked up a couple of female hitchhikers. Illana, a small dark skinned Israeli girl and her big boobed German companion, Helga, were more than welcome. The bus was actually six berth, when the couches were used as beds, so there was plenty of room.
We eventually headed down the coast and stopped briefly at Byron Bay for a day before moving on a further twenty kilometers to Lennox Heads. The big swell, still persisting and Lennox- a world class reef break, was holding up nicely. Parking the bus at the top of the hill we grabbed our boards and m
Cooloola National Park, now called "Cooloola Recreation Area" is located between Noosa Heads and Rainbow beach in Queensland. Heading North, it is one of the very last places that you can find good surf in QLD, but on the day we arrived there was none. After an extensive search, we turn
We took our little boat "S.S. Snubby" out once more along the shores of Northern New South Wales. It was a hot day as we putted parallel to the beach, trailing lures. There were plenty of Red Lobsters on the beach, tanning themselves in coconut oil and sipping cola. Not a bite. Not eve
We surfed a lot of beaches in Northern New South Wales. By this time our game plan and routine were always the same. On the bad weather days, we would travel, heading towards the next most promising surf spot. We would aim to arrive there at night, pulling into the local pub (hotel) car park abo
It was a perfect Sunday as we pulled the bus up and parked it at the top of the hill overlooking Bondi Beach. There were many people about enjoying the last day of their weekend. Just as we had stepped out of the bus and locked the door behind us this weird looking dood appeared from nowhere. He sta
Just before Sydney we stopped for the night in Coogee, a beachside suburb only eight km from the city center. There was nowhere to park that Saturday night so we just stopped on the verge outside a normal residential house. In the morning I was under the bus changing the engine oil when a pair of
At the time of our trip, in 1987, Spit Ball, who I think was the youngest out of all of us, had the least driving experience. Vegemite and I had driven a few farm trucks, and clearly Bazza, being a mechanic, had driven his fair share too. Spit Ball was the only one without his motor bike license.
Despite Mad Max, we stayed on at Cactus a few more days and got some good waves. Then we hit the road again before making a brief stop at Port Lincoln, a peninsula surfing spot j ust short of five hundred kilometers further East. While Bazza and Spit Ball played cards Vegemite and I went for a s
Cactus is known as a remote, world class surf break . After a few days of offshore conditions and reasonable swell our supplies began to run low, particularly the all important beer. Vegemite and Spit Ball decided to take the bike for the 20 minute drive back to Penong, to pick up a fresh carton. O
The next day, despite the threat of sharks, we were excited to try out our boat for for the first time. "S.S. Snubby" was what we had named her because she had a rather flat, snubby bow. In our rush to get out of Perth we had purchased her in haste and now as we launched her for the firs
By the time we reached Penong we were about 74kms from Ceduna and 850 kms from Adelaide, which put us about four fifths of the way across the Nullarbor. We refilled our tanks once more, stocked up with supplies and took the 22 minute drive out to Cactus Beach. It was about 20kms. The road out was pe
The Australian Nullarbor, also known as the "Eyre Highway" forms the boundary between Eastern and Western Australia and takes at least two days or more to cross. It was first carved out of the desert limestone as a dirt track in 1941 and was finally sealed in 1976. It is the longest stretc
It was a Sunday Afternoon when we excitedly started her up and pulled out of Vegemites driveway. We had said our goodbyes but still had a few family members around to wave us off. This was FULL ON, this was REAL and as Nike says we were just DOING IT!!! It would seem that even nature was putting
At this stage of the proceedings, back in 1987, protocol suggested that we now had to put the bus over the pits for a police safety check. If it passed we could register it as a motorhome. We had just spent a further 5K on decking out our dream and we now had 7.5K invested in it, but we were about t
The first thing we did in constructing our new mobile home was to rip the seats out. I got in there on my hands and knees with an angle grinder that I had borrowed from a friend. Boy did I put that grinder to work!, By day three the motor had burnt out and I had to replace it with a new one. The sea
It was a hot weekend summers day in 1987 when me, my brother and good friend “Vegemite” drove up to Perth’s Scarbrough Beach (Commonly known by locals as “Scabs”). We surfed some pusy onshore 2 footers for about an hour before coming back in to the car park to dry off. …And there she w