After being in Leongatha for a short time, we high-tailed it to Tas, to collect some gear and see dear family and friends.
Leaving Leongatha proved much more difficult than first thought.
We went to FOUNTAIN GATE shopping centre.
An enormous, maze of shopping delight.
There are shops enough to keep Imelda Marcos happy for a few days. Jude and Jessie for weeks, Sam for hours, Len for... well no time actually.
We then went via the M1, using the trusty GPS to guide us safely to the Spirit.
Unfortunately the male got into Melbourne, and disbelieved the GPS ('You can't be serious, you stupid machine. Shut up!, What? Surely you can't turn off the M1 THERE!!!! I am going to find it MYSELF, so there!').
It turns out that you CAN in fact turn off the M1 where it was recommended by the GPS.
(To be fair, the maps have not been updated for 2 years and there are new freeways in Melbourne that are not on the maps, so the doubt factor was high, having driven on non-existent roads coming into Melbourne a few days earlier, thought I should just like to make that clear, OK)
It turns out that not following the GPS adds considerable stress to the whole affair.
Added to this was the fact the one car was dangerously low on fuel.
After a couple of laps through the center of town, much grinding of teeth and considerable calming talk from the wife via our two way radios, we stopped for directions.
The older male was considerably stressed.
Stress has a way of spreading.
After some desperate conversations with a video shop operator (thanks customers who waited for the talk to stop) we set off, knowing we were in fact close.
Bursting onto the M1 again with instructions to 'Turn onto the M1, get into the left lane immediately, then turn off onto blah blah blah road, and you are set'.
We raced onto the M1, raced into the left lane and Len raced past the left turn off.
It was only a few hundred meters where we entered.
Needing to smash a few things, much hard breathing was done.
The train station looked lovely as we drove past it again. It was the first time we had driven over the Yarra.
Around we went again, time was ticking by. And why do light take SO LONG to change when the teeth are clenched so hard?
This time we saw a fuel station which we had driven past some 30 minutes earlier from the opposite direction.
Jude filled the car (one problem down), Sam looked at our new shiny Melways, Len spoke to a bloke who offered to drive in front to the ferry.
His instructions were so clear that we declined the kind offer.
Onto the M1 again, we made the turn and Sam (GPS Sam, Global Positioning Sam) guided us safely and directly to the vessel.
Instead of 45 minutes spare, we had 30, so that was OK.
The voyage began smooth enough.
At midnight it was not so smooth.
At two in the morning it was positively rocking.
Len has always been a chronic motion sickness sufferer, so it was earlier that we unleashed the secret weapon, GINGER.
Applause, admiration, almost devotion to the miracle that is GINGER.
NEVER before has Len traveled and not been violently ill for days, so it was with much fear that the trip was planned.
The family had Travacalm, the ginger ones, Len loves ginger (how good is that) and ate it crystallised.
No-one was sick, even though much of the night was spent tossing back and forth, expecting the worst.
All hail ginger, and thank you Myth Busters, where they tested it thoroughly.
Sunday morning began at 5am with an announcement over the loud speaker, 7am arrived at the in-laws for breakfast, then to Burnie Apostolic where we saw lots of good friends, lunch with some of them and it was great to meet our mates again.
Later we went to the Walkers and are staying with the lovely daughter and hubby, and seeing our dear grand-daughter.
Oh, one last thing... it is cold here!
Until next time