Post Cards From Eighty Mile Beach – Part 2 “If It’s Rockin, Don’t Come A Knockin …”

Now, the next part of my story, is really where I found the inspiration to write this little insight into Eighty Mile Beach.  Meeting a couple of these “grey nomads” … it made me want to sit down and interview them … their views on life were just fascinating.  I was walking past one van this morning and I asked the old bloke out the front how he was.  He replied “I’m always good … and some days I’m better!”  What an awesome way to look at life!

After being stuck down in the boondocks on an unpowered site, I brought my laptop up to the shop so that I could do some “blogging” and give it a bit of charge.  An older couple (I’m not calling them elderly, but let’s say they definitely had a hell of a head start on me) saw my laptop and started talking about their hard drive that had just crashed (because he dropped it apparently, according to the wife).  They have been here for 6 months … yep that’s right they just pulled up, loved it and stayed.

Anyway, we got talking and I started telling them “my story” … how I had just moved from the city to the desert for love and the fact that we had only been together just under 3 months when we are embarking on the camping trip of a lifetime.  The old bloke said to me, “gee whiz love you and your bloke must be horny devils to move so quickly”.  This really made me giggle … it was like talking to your granddad about sex.  Anyway, his wife went on to tell me that they got married in a registry office after knowing each other for just 2 days … and are still together 43 years later.

Then her husband proceeded to tell me that everyone just gets married for the sex.  But he said you should always get married to someone you can talk to … because when the sex fades that’s all that’s left.  Good advice really.  So he told me that I should marry my best friend.  Someone I can see myself nattering away with when I’m a GN.

Just wait til Mr W. hears about this … hmmmm when the sex fades?  What if it already has.  Actually Mr W. told me last night that there is no sex for a whole month, out of respect for our camp buddies (there is no privacy when you’re camping).  Um, no one told me this when I signed up for a month in the outback.  If I had of known this, I would have stayed home!  What about my fantasies of making love under a sky full of stars and stealing 10 minutes in the sand dunes late one evening?  I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, camping is not romantic!  Is this why the grey nomads like living in such close proximity to one another … they like knowing that sex is just totally out of the question?

Although, it’s obviously not like that for this GN couple.  They have a sign on their van that says “if it’s rockin, don’t come a knockin”.  Priceless.  I went and had a chat to this lovely old bloke.  He let me take a photo of his van … and his car with the funniest number plate I’ve seen, well when you think that the owner is over 60.

pp xx

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