It's amazing how quickly the language of travel changes.

One minute our vocabulary is filled with words like explore, adventure, discover, swim, climb, surf, mileage, reststop and camp. One minute we are looking forward to Esperance and the Nullarbor and the slow travel home.

The next we find ourselves speaking in terms of caravan drum brakes, and mechanics and parts being shipped from Perth. We go to sleep in a cabin and wake up with bedside tables, a full length mirror, our own bathroom, a toaster and a fridge as tall as me. And I am laughed at when I make the mistake of pronouncing the street our mechanic is on, Cockburn street, phonetically.

At times over the six months we have dreamed of clean white linen, sturdy chairs and a bed that doesn't get folded away in the morning, but this close to home it doesn't feel right. We miss our cosy caravan. We feel like a turtle without its shell. We long to be on the road again.

The indoors life with its little luxuries is overrated, give me a caravan and the great outdoors any day.

We know we are lucky that out of all the places we could have been stuck in, that gorgeus Albany is it. We know that if part of a road trip is breaking down, then we got off pretty lightly.

This morning the guy at the purple place on the hill knew my coffee order before I said anything. And  when I walked out with our morning strong lattes, he waved me off and called out 'See you tomorrow!' Is this how travellers beome locals?

We are hoping to be back on the road any day now. Maybe even this afternoon.

It's all part of the adventure.

Happy travels. xx

Pics in this post were taken last week at Elephant Rocks at Greens Point near Denmark. Seriously one of the most magnificent beaches I have ever seen.