CAMPSITE # 47 - Melbourne Airport Tourist Park VIC

As we drove from Ballarat towards Melbourne, we decided to flick on the local radio to touch base with the goings on in wet & flooded Brisbane. After we had been updated by Brisbane's aftermath and cleanup missions, the news then proceeded to inform us that Ballarat had also flooded. We had no idea.. and it was faaaantastic. Well, not so fantastic for the manager of one of the local CARAVAN PARKS(!!!) who had to evacuate his entire park during the middle of the night as the rush of the water had begun uprooting the static caravans. We made a great decision to stay at the backpackers as, unlike those staying in the caravan park, we had a dry & uninterrupted night's sleep.

One thing's for sure, we weren't sending Christian home on a 36 hour long journey in stinking wet clothes & luggage. I think we were all pretty scarred by the down pour at the Grampians that when I suggested we booked a cabin in a Caravan Park, the boys were very obliging... to no great surprise.

Once again, we were able to be privileged enough to live like normal people, if not for just one more day.

I think Christian could have hugged the girl at reception when she told us they had a pool in the complex. Chris was able to sneak in a few cheeky hours under the sun & around the pool afterall, you can't return home from a 2 week summer holiday in Australia back to cold old Europe without a tan!! He was determined... maybe even a little too determined!!

Somehow, the last two weeks with our friends managed to fly by so quickly. We were now at a point where we had to farewell our final visitors and consider returning to the trio of just Tom, Charlie  and I. But there was one thing playing on our minds, one thing that had been bothering us both for the last few days. We decided to put it on the back burner and weigh up our options after we had farewelled our friends.