So you’re at the airport, on your way to another world-wind of an adventure to God knows where! You’re all packed and ready to go, and after grabbing your boarding pass and send your checked luggage on its way through to the airplane ahead of you, you’re on your merry way to the security check.
I have been trying for the past week to write a new blog post. I probably have five partially written posts, that in all honesty I don’t like at all. I’ve just been feeling uninspired and I think I have the travel blues.
It was our last day of the road trip to Melbourne. We were already freaking out because we had to return the truck by 3pm, and at the rate we were going we were going to be late – a $200 fine. Being intelligent, we called Britz – our car company – and asked for another day with the truck. They accepted. So we decided to take a detour.
We were on our way to the Philip Islands go to see some penguins. Apparently, there is a penguin march every night as they climb onto the rocky shores to escape predators. We – Trine, Adam, and I – were all so excited to go see these funny little penguins in the wild.
We were about an hour from the island when it happened.
We were making our slow ascent up a hill in our truck, when the clutch burned out.