We made it to Melbourne by the skin of our teeth and we had grim faces due to our trip. Old Bert decided enough was enough and he became nearly impossible to drive during the last 45 minutes of the drive to Melbourne. Once again the problem with the gear box had raised it's ugly head and it was something we couldn't ignore or put off. Limping into our camp site, we were relieved to make it there and luckily there was a mechanics right next door to have it looked ...

After a very long drive and our gear box giving us a lot of problems, we had finally made it to a little town that sat 45 minutes drive outside of Adelaide. We had made it, just, to a rest area that was based at the side of a sports ground. So pulling up under the beam of the flood lights, we wiped the nervous sweat from our gear box troubles from our brows and made a meal to eat our worries away. It had been a long day of driving and a very stressful one at that...