On Monday, Mr W. and I will be embarking on the adventure of a lifetime … an adventure which has inspired me to write my first series. Actually, perhaps we should call it an epic, it might be more fitting. Four weeks camping in the outback is certainly more than just an adventure …
And so before we set off I thought I’d fill you in on all the details …
Gorgeous Mr W. has provided his princess the most luxurious of camper trailers to rest my pretty head in. I’ve named it the “Gibb River Hilton”. Seriously, both Paris and Nicole would be proud of this one! Being the big strong man he is, Mr W. has fitted out the “Gibb River Hilton” with all the essentials … a gourmet kitchen (seriously, wait until you see photos … which I will post at our first stop … you see, he’s so organised he’s already packed it away and I’m not allowed to open it until we get there!!), a queen size mattress (for all the snuggling we are going to be doing … not!), a tub for bathing (um excuse me? a tub? Do I look like I bathe in a tub??), plenty of toilet rolls (I actually asked Mr W. what all of these were for, I mean, don’t most camping grounds have ablution facilities. He just giggled and walked away. Apparently trees will be my friend) … we’ve even got a kitchen sink, I kid you not!
I’ve also added my own essentials (and some of these will be news to Mr W.). I’ve traded in my beautiful designer handbag for a backpack, yes you heard it here first. This backpack contains a now not so secret stash of chocolate*, disposable toothbrushes, make up wipes and perfume, battery operated hair straightners … hey you never know who you’ll meet in the outback … perhaps Hugh Jackman will be re-visiting the set of Australia? And of course, there will be all those romantic nights with Mr W. under the stars … just me and him, spending quality time together. There certainly won’t be any repeats of last Tuesday night, that’s for sure (although I’ve hidden the panadol deep in my backpack, just in case). I’ve also stashed a carton of my most favourite red wine in the 4 x 4. I can see it now, gorgeous sunsets at Cape Leveque, red red wine. Yes I know, I’m dreaming again aren’t I. I’ll be too busy trying to find suitable trees to be admiring the sunset!!
I’ve been advised that stilettos will have no place on this trip, however that I will need a pair of “good” shoes, should we head to the pub whilst staying in little towns along the way. Now, my argument is that stilettos are “good” shoes, in more ways than one, and therefore should be allocated cargo space. Mr W. and my definition of “good” shoes obviously differ. He suggested I bring a pair of Dunlop volley type shoes that I had purchased as part of a fancy dress outfit. You can imagine the look of horror on my face. Well, after weeks of debate, and anxiety on my part, we have come to a compromise (a word Mr W. has quickly learnt the meaning of lately) … my “good” shoes will be a pair of low heeled black Zu cowboy boots. However, it has been stipulated that they remain under my jeans. My skinny jeans have also been denied cargo space on this trip … but I managed to sneak chocolate in, so leave that with me.
I’ve even put the word out to see if anyone knows of a manicurist in Kununurra … cos my poor old acrylics will need refilling by the time we get there. They really aren’t red dirt resilient.
It’s going to be one epic tale … so make sure you subscribe to the Pilbara Princess so you don’t miss any of our adventures. We are going to doing things like chopper flights, visiting the Wolf Creek Crater and staying at Fitzroy Crossing and Halls Creek. Not to mention all the stories that Mr W. will provide me with. Don’t miss it!!
*after reading this blog post … Mr W. ate my “not so secret stash of chocolate” … guess I’m off to Woolies again tomorrow.