Said farewell to Steph and Moira, then dropped Pete off to collect a hire car while I bravely drove our beloved Miouwbus back to the depot. Even managed to reverse into a parking spot! Waited for Pete to arrive with the car, and waited, and waited … he must have done a bunk, thwarted immigration and found a way of staying in Oz!
We bade farewell to our little Miouwbus, who had looked after us so well for 4500 km. And no, we weren’t the only ones to name the motorhome!
Hired a car for the rest of the day and headed south to Mandurah. Spotted a flock of pelicans flying over us.
Spent a couple of hours in Mandurah, then ended up back at Moira’s for a final cuppa!
At the airport security was tight and we were both frisked for explosives.
Now its 8.20 pm and we are being dragged kicking and screaming out of the country.Two sad, reluctant travellers, heading back to cold, rainy Blighty, but hey, no worries mate,