Here
begins my lifelong affair with VW’s. It’s 1967, Melbourne, Australia.
I am now mother-of-one and about to pack up in the van with my ‘husband’ for
the road trip to Perth, Western Australia. Across the Nullarbor Plain with all our worldly possessions, a six week old baby, a cat, a dog and two hitch hikers!
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| 1967 |
All
went reasonably well, apart from loosing the cat on one overnight stop, until
near Adelaide
where we had to have a new engine. In my experience the only thing that goes
wrong with VW’s is that you have to have a new engine!
To
my disgrace, I don’t remember much about the trip, it must have been winter as
I am wearing a coat and Gerry's wearing a jumper! Last year I found a postcard I sent to my mum at the time,
dated 2nd July 1967. The news that we had travelled over 2,000 miles
and were going to have a holiday before we settled down must have been received
with joy. We did eventually move to Wongan Hills in the outback, but that’s
another story!
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