Kissimmee to Carabelle Jan 23rd to 30th
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Kissimmee to Carabelle
Drove to Tropical Palms, Kissimmee. We stayed here for 5 nights. We set up the RV, and feeling energetic, (especially since our workout on Sunday afternoon) felt the need to do some exercise. Dressed in our expensive Target shorts, un-matching T shirts, and Spendless shoes,
we went for a ride on our sleek Walmart bikes.
Came back to the van, and that's when it happened. I got in the RV, and it felt like it was on a
over the concrete. Panic! panic! I gave him a roll of paper towells, to soak it up, which was not nearly enough.
Next to us was a very posh lady sitting outside her 45ft Prevost RV (top of the range brand,
very expensive at least $500,000), dressed in white three quarter Ralph Loren
shorts and matching top, together with her Jimmy Choo sandals, just relaxing watching her outside TV. She slowly turned to see what the commotion was, and WHO was disturbing her peaceful afternoon. She saw 2 people crouching down on the ground, with paper towel being rolled out faster than the red carpet at Kate & Williams wedding!! There was also this fluid pouring out from under our van.
"Oh" she said, in her posh voice,"It could be worse, it could be happening to us"!
She could see we were in a mess, and had run out of paper, so she elegantly arose from her chair, and got a full roll of posh paper towel from her RV, and gave it to us
The husband of the posh lady then opened the door of his "castle", stood for a few moments on the top step, to survey the scene unfolding before him, then gingerly stepped out and came across. Dressed immaculately in his Giorgio Armani shorts, matching polo shirt and cream Italian Berluti loafers, he said that we needed sand to soak up the oil, so he went back into their 'mansion' and came out with a posh bucket, and drove off in his posh clean white car and returned with sand. It wasn't enough, so off he drove to get some more for us.
By now, we had quite a few more people assembling opposite our van, looking at the mess that had been caused. I am in my "designer attire", hair messy from riding our bikes, now trying to spread out the sand around the van with a broom.
And what is Michael doing you might ask? Well, one man very kindly brought HIM over a cold drink, and the always sociable Michael is standing, talking to the ever expanding group of people, including the 'not a hair out of place, immaculate, posh' neighbours from next door
I am now looking most glamorous down on hands and knees, trying to spread the sand underneath the van, where the oil is still dripping. I can hear the comments behind me, and Mike is giving me instructions, where to put the sand, & saying, "yep, she's a good'n", and "Yes, I knew I brought her here for a reason!!". Wow!! He was lucky it was his birthday, that is why I was being the ever dutiful wife and helping out, when really I was most embarrassed and would rather be in the depths of the van out of sight. Just what we needed after arriving in a park!
Our neighbors were very helpful, it was very kind of them, and they helped us out in our direst need. We were very thankful. It is just so quiet here, but after the Steeles arrived, the peace was shattered. Probably added a bit of excitement to all these retired people's life and gave them something to talk about, these silly Aussies, who really don't know what they are doing! What's next I wonder!! I hate to think! There are times you just have to laugh.
Kat, you always imagined us sitting outside our van, looking very serene, enjoying the quietness, because we have no children
The next day we were invited to the previous owners of our RV, Tom & Brenda's house, 50
miles away. Our boys would have loved the front room of his house, he had at least 50 rifles & guns of all shapes and sizes including one from the civil war up on the wall. (no gun safe here). He also had 6 stuffed deer that he has shot looking down at us from the walls. Plus they had a lot of memorabilia on all the astronauts and space shuttle missions, as he used to work for Nasar at the Kennedy Space centre. We went out for a nice meal at a restaurant with them. They are really nice people.
When we returned to our RV, we noticed the fridge didn't seem to be working as well as it should. GREAT! The freezer was not cold enough and everything was starting to thaw and the fridge part was not going well at all. MICK, WE NEED YOU!!! We read in the book that if the van is not level, the fridge may struggle to work
The chap came to fix the hydraulics so all is good now. It wasn't user error, there was a weakness in the pipe, so Mike was thankful that he didn't cause it.
The fridge is all working fine now. Yay!
The next day was Mikes best ever!! He said it was his hilite!! I am leaving him to do a "blokes
blog". I could never do it justice, so will leave it to his over imaginative mind to tell you about it and yes it had a lot to do with cars!! (even I liked it!)
Now we are at Carrabelle Beach Resort, having driven 300 miles (450 Kms). Mike is doing so well driving this bus, negotiating the traffic, learning to trust the GPS, and not always thinking he
knows which direction we should be going
way.....YET!! Plus we cant just reverse with the car on the back, so sometimes it can be a challenge when coming up to an intersection with roads going everywhere. After we arrived at the park, we set up, and rode the bikes onto the beach, there was a beautiful sunset.
This morning was quite cold in the van, only 9 degrees, (48f) so had the heater on. Enjoyed our memorial meeting. Later in the morning we rode into town, along the highway, over the bridge, with trucks, buses, & cars speeding past us. A bit scary especially when I get the wobbles up.
We went to the worlds smallest Police Station, which is the size of a phone box, and it actually was used in the 1950's & 60's. We then enjoyed riding round the back streets, and round the marina. All went well, until Mike went along a very narrow boardwalk, and filmed me, and I got nervous, and the wobbles came upon me, and so I had to grab on to the wooden fence next to me, so I wouldn't fall in the water. And yep, I gouged a piece out of my palm, and got a nice big splinter, which I couldn't get out
of me, I didn't even cry!
Cooked dinner on the weber Q, sat outside, no bushes surrounding us, we were out in the open, enjoying the serenity, a nice meal, and there was NO hydraulic oil anywhere in sight!!! Aaah all is good.
Anyway, bye for now, thanks for reading the blog, and for your comments, keep safe and well, God bless....Miss you all.