Been making this red Ford Transit '96 our home and mode of transport to explore Australia, west coast to east coast. Four months and two weeks counting. The excitement is temporarily fading and bit by bit being replace by a dire urge of space, which we hope to receive beginning of April.
I can't even begin to articulate the breathtaking sceneries we have traveled through and slept in. Western Australia's overwhelming abundant amount of white, clear blue beaches and cliffside views became a norm for three months that looking back, we were still too naive to take it all in. We took it in as much as we could but I wouldn't mind of doing it all over again but slower. Now, we hustle through the small city town of Adelaide where the population is much busier and skyscrapers centers the city, in comparison to Dunsborough's quaint posh beach scene. Living in a van has some new challenges. Aside from the limited parking area, we have yet to call a spot "comfortable" for the day. Lucky enough to have the yoga studios in Modbury and Glenelg as temporary last minute stations.
The exhilarating part of living in the van is the sense of feeling like a wall flower. The attempt of blending in the scenery and be as still as possible as to create no suspicion. There has been sleepless nights in random parking lots where we've inadvertently participated in odd conversations about where people will meet for a certain possibly illegal activity or witnessing night owl's midnight gym routine. And then, there were those middle of the afternoons of seeing families enjoy the holidays grilling at the park while at the peripheries counting how many cop cars have passed. Exhilarating is the least I could describe it. But here we are, wild flowers trying to grow on the wall. But the wilder the flowers are the less likely will they blend.
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