With a slight headache following 2 bottles of red the night before we had a quick brekkie and headed over to Apollo Campers, the place where we would pick our new home up from. Getting there was a slight nightmare though. It was throwing it down so walking the 4km hill to the train station with our backpacks was out of the question and ringing a cab was impossible. So, Dave, kindly volunteered to wait outside in the rain until one stopped, leaving Claire making sure the bags are nice, dry and warm inside the hostel.

We got to the rental company in good time and here we met probably one of the rudest, most arrogant woman ever. Well, she was ok, until we declined paying the extra $20 a day excess reduction that she was trying to force on us. A tad obvious this was commision based as we were then the dirt at the bottom of her shoe from here on. She did have the pleasure however, in telling us that we arent allowed to venture into Northern Territory (Uluru and Alice Springs) in the van - the main reason we're getting the bloody thing! This was short lived for her though, as we phoned up the booking agency who then rang her and told her bluntly to give us the cover we need so we can drive there. Ha! Dave and Claire 2, Horrid Cow from Apollo, 0!

The van itself is great, blue in colour and covered in flowers - Claire loves it!

We set off west, to the town of Wagga Wagga, a place we've wanted to see since hearing the name. It's the largest inland town in NSW and its name means 'land of the crows'. Our campsite was good, right next to a river and in the centre of town. The first problem we noticed with the van was in the dark and the headlights weren't working! So after driving round and constantly blinding people with full beam Claire rang through to Apollo to complain and wanting to know what they are going to do about it. Absolutely nothing until tomorrow! We knew though, that we will have to sort and pay for new headlights, delaying our trip a little longer. It was then, Dave noticed a lever behind the steering wheel that in fact switched on the good and working headlights...oops! Stupid place for a headlight switch anyway.

Back at the campsite, tea was a mission! First the gas stove wouldnt work and we spent probably well over an hour trying to fix it and once we finally got our food on the go at 10pm some uninvited guests turned up, a family of very cheeky possums! Cute little b*****s with huge eyes and fluffy tails, that found Dave's leg quite interesting to climb up and dig their claws in until they knew what was in his hand. Not food! It was fun at first but after a day of getting soaked, waiting for taxis, dealing with stuck up cows, driving 5 hours, thinking headlights dont work, fixing gas stoves, trying to cook tea at 10pm and permanently chasing possums out of our van and shaking them off our legs isnt the best way to unwind.