The trip back on the Spirit of Tasmania was not as smooth as the trip to Tasmania. Whilst we slept on and off, when we got up around 5.30am we both felt as if we had been on the grog the night before as we both had headaches!
We finally got the call that we could return to our vehicles and disembark. The $64 million question was "Would the Pajero start?". With great trepidation I turned the key and the motor turned over and started, to say we were relived would be a little understatement.
We drove off the ship and collected our gas bottle before heading down to Carrum Downs where we would leave the Camper Trailer for two days to have a new stainless steel kitchen fitted in place of the original timber kitchen which had seen better days.
We unhitched the camper and then proceeded to find an Auto Electrician to check the starter motor. We went to one Auto Electrician and the sign on his door said "Back soon". We waited 10 minutes or so before deciding that we both had a different definition of "soon".
About 250 metres down the round was another Auto Electrician, who was there, and we asked if he could check the starter motor and effect any necessary repairs. When he asked that I drive the Pajero into his workshop, the Pajero wouldn't start again! Were we glad that this happened were it did and not anywhere else we had stopped and started prior to getting to the Auto Electrician.
This now meant we had to find something to do for the day whilst the Pajero was being repaired.
We decided to catch a bus to Frankston and visit the shops. The bus that we caught does a loop from Franskston to Melbourne Airport. I recalled reading an article in the Sun-Herald the day we left for Tasmania saying that a one way trip would take in excess of 4 hours and that there were in excess of 200 stops along the way. Fortunately for us, we would only be passing a dozen or so stops before we reached Frankston Station and the shopping centre.
Whilst at the shopping centre we found out that a young girl had committed suicide by jumping off of the third story roof top car park around the time that we entered the shopping centre, as we wondered why an area had been cordoned off near the entrance we used to enter the shopping centre. Now we knew why.
By 2.30pm we had enough retail therapy and hopped back onto the bus and checked in with the Auto Electrician as to when our Pajero would be ready. We couldn't have time our arrival any better as five minutes later and $330 poorer we were on our way.
We decided to book into our accommodation as we where looking forward to being somewhere quiet and relaxing.
We finally got the call that we could return to our vehicles and disembark. The $64 million question was "Would the Pajero start?". With great trepidation I turned the key and the motor turned over and started, to say we were relived would be a little understatement.
We drove off the ship and collected our gas bottle before heading down to Carrum Downs where we would leave the Camper Trailer for two days to have a new stainless steel kitchen fitted in place of the original timber kitchen which had seen better days.
We unhitched the camper and then proceeded to find an Auto Electrician to check the starter motor. We went to one Auto Electrician and the sign on his door said "Back soon". We waited 10 minutes or so before deciding that we both had a different definition of "soon".
About 250 metres down the round was another Auto Electrician, who was there, and we asked if he could check the starter motor and effect any necessary repairs. When he asked that I drive the Pajero into his workshop, the Pajero wouldn't start again! Were we glad that this happened were it did and not anywhere else we had stopped and started prior to getting to the Auto Electrician.
This now meant we had to find something to do for the day whilst the Pajero was being repaired.
We decided to catch a bus to Frankston and visit the shops. The bus that we caught does a loop from Franskston to Melbourne Airport. I recalled reading an article in the Sun-Herald the day we left for Tasmania saying that a one way trip would take in excess of 4 hours and that there were in excess of 200 stops along the way. Fortunately for us, we would only be passing a dozen or so stops before we reached Frankston Station and the shopping centre.
Whilst at the shopping centre we found out that a young girl had committed suicide by jumping off of the third story roof top car park around the time that we entered the shopping centre, as we wondered why an area had been cordoned off near the entrance we used to enter the shopping centre. Now we knew why.
By 2.30pm we had enough retail therapy and hopped back onto the bus and checked in with the Auto Electrician as to when our Pajero would be ready. We couldn't have time our arrival any better as five minutes later and $330 poorer we were on our way.
We decided to book into our accommodation as we where looking forward to being somewhere quiet and relaxing.
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