Left 80 Mile Beach this morning about 8am as I wanted to reach Broome in time to say hello to my daughter in law as she was going to Darwin for a week’s business management course.
What is it they say about the best laid plans of mice and men … I guess when I think about what happened in times to come I will probably laugh, but it definitely wasn’t funny when it happened!
Everything has gone so smoothly on this trip, except for my little hiccup re not correctly estimating the fuel.
Anyway, I set off from 80 Mile Beach nice and early and stopped along with two huge road trains and about four or five camper vans, at the Sandfire Roadhouse. No flat whites or cappuccinos here thank you very much – it’s $2.50 and you make your own instant coffee!
Sat outside with said coffee and several peacocks casually strolled by which might normally seem unusual but on a trip like this, nothing surprises me any more.
I continued on my way to Broome and had an eye on the fuel gauge once again, having not bothered to fill up the jerry can since I emptied it. I honestly thought I had enough fuel in the tank to make it into Broome so hadn’t followed my own advice and filled up when the fuel gauge was at the half way mark.
And yes, one minute Bluebird was humming along quite nicely and the next minute she had a bit of a cough and stopped on the side of the road!
38 km from Broome. 12.00pm and there I was, stuck on the side of the road with no petrol and no hope of getting to Broome in time for my daughter-in-law’s flight departure.
What to do? Should I phone my son and ask him to bring some fuel? No, he’s busy, and at that stage, I was thinking, I won’t tell anyone about this.
Instead, I’ll ring the RAC since I’d taken out the top level roadside membership back in Melbourne!
So, two hours and another phone call later a cheery young lad drew up in the yellow RAC van with 20 litres of fuel and Bluebird was ready for her grand debut.
Not quite the entrance I had hoped to make into Broome, but better late than never – and the smiling faces of two little boys and many hugs later I had (sort of) forgotten all about it. But I suppose I won’t live it down, will I?