Glendambo

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Travelling in the caravan is a great lifestyle. You meet wonderful people, you see wonderful places, many off the beaten track. You experience weather. All kinds of weather. You have to be tough have a sense of humour, be resilient and great problem solvers. It seems you also need to have a bottomless bucket of money. Things go wrong! We have been very lucky in so far as we have been able to manage all of our issues with relative ease. Some are not so lucky. We have heard plenty of those stories.



Leaving Coober Pedy, we joined the Stuart Highway travelling south. A large road train loaded with hay passed us going in the opposite direction. Next minute we heard a ‘ping’ sound and then noticed a small chip low down on the windscreen. It was only a chip … for about half an hour … and then a slow creeping crack started to form. And creep slowly it did.



We arrived at Glendambo right on lunchtime. They had obviously just had a big rain shower as there were puddles everywhere. There didn’t seem to be much in town but we did eventually find the caravan park … a sprawling gravel space with powered sites and only one other caravan in it. We parked right at the other end. It wasn’t long before vans started to pull in and by dark there were at least 30. In the morning many were gone again before we were up.

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Photos

Us at one end ….
Them at the other. But not for long.