Day 91: Melbourne

We are here.

OMG I cannot wait to be back in Tasmania. How many traffic lanes does one need? How many exits can you read, absorb and act upon at one time? Who wants to live in a place where it takes ages to get anywhere?! Up ramps, down ramps, off ramps, on ramps, fly-overs, drive-unders, express lanes, exit lanes, solid white lines, dotted white lines, speed up, slow down, speeding cameras, toll roads...not the sort of daily experience I would want to live with for an extended period of time. Give me nice, quiet Tassie any day.

Anyway, the point is that we got to Frankston in one piece and with only one unscheduled detour (not Shiela's fault - three exits on top or each other made it all a bit confusing as to which 'exit left' command she meant) but this was quite easily remedied. After four days of driving to get here, we were soooooo relieved to arrive at the Frankston Big 4 Holiday Park.

The boys (and the parents, more indirectly) were ecstatic to discover that the recreation room has free wifi...so they were off with netbooks under arms and they had a great time monopolising the TV and playing Internet games. We had to drag them back to the van for dinner. In the meanwhile, the parents were flaked out on the bed; Duncan having a read and me watching a movie. It was absolutely fabulous.

Tomorrow is the Anzac day public holiday, so I think we are going to SLEEP IN and, well, I don't know what we will do then, but that's something to figure out tomorrow.