CAMPSITE # 81 - Achtung! Hahndorf!

Site : Hahndorf Resort, SA
Rating : 2 / 20
Facilities : And it's very deserving of every point. I have hyperlinked the sites website above. Take a look at their website, it is a complete reflection on their entire establishment. It's located in a very busy & trendy town that would attract hundreds of tourists per day. The place has loads of potential but as it's also a motel and a camping ground - they've just let it go to ruins. I would be very surprised if the bathrooms are cleaned more than once a fortnight and the temperature fluctuates so much in the shower that it's almost worth not having one.

Inner city caravan parks are traditionally over priced and crowded so, even though we had ventured in to Adelaide we decided we would prefer to head out of a town a little in search for a better site.

We finally got the Engel fixed!! Yay, after fluffing around with the guy in Tassie who ordered the wrong parts and never managed to fix it in three weeks, we took it straight to some guy in Adelaide who fixed it on the spot... wahoo!!! (My dad can now sleep easy at night knowing his fourth child has been resurrected). Anyhow, the Engel repairer guy told us about this 'lovely little german town just 40minutes drive away'. Right up our alley, something a little quirky and different... just what we wanted.

Hahndorf itself is awesome, there is so much to see and do. However, I'm not so sure about their label of it being a "German town". We had a little chuckle, amongst the huge number of touristy shops you'll find a Scottish shop in a German town, and African shop in a German town and a Aboriginal art shop in a German town. We found.... a Billtong shop in a German town and two German pubs in a German town. 

N.B. When you buy hot chilli billtong called "Bum Burner"... don't just laugh and shrug it off.

Now, I know that as his much loving and adoring girlfriend, it is my duty to fly the Tom Simpson flag. But this time, I swear I am not flying the flag simply to do my duties... I actually mean it. The troopie hit 365,000kms which means ding, ding, ding time for a service! When you hear those alarm bells ring, they are usually closely followed by cha-ching, cha-ching, cha-ching... and the owner is required to cash up and fork out their hard earned cash to some apprentice mechanic to possibly do a very half arsed job using cheap & inferior supplies. Not my Tommy... he decided it was time to step up to the plate and grab the troopie by the (ahum) exhaust pipe and tell it who's boss.

Not only did he replace the air filter but he also graffiti'd it...

That there is the old fuel filter...

And here is the new one (and his mechanics book aka Idiots Guide to Troopies)

Ta Da!! And there you will find a thumbs up.

Next on the list is a visit to my Uncle Pete's place in Radelaide. Luckily, Uncle Pete is a mechanic so, providing we can get the Troopie to Pete's place without any issues then we're in the clear. Now, all we need to do is find a nice patch of green grass to do an oil change ;)