Wake up about 7am to find ourselves encircled by small tents (well a couple anyway). We still have no power as Ieuan has yet to befriend the man next door (who has brought everything you could need to camp for a year in complete luxury) and ask if we can buy or borrow some of his generator power! We stay in bed with a freshly made hot water bottle for another hour until the van warms up a bit, listening to the rain and wind pelt the van. By about 9am, the rain stops and the sun comes out, so we get up and pack the bed away and go up to the showers, where Lou bravely has a shower (not that bad actually) whilst Ieuan declines a shower (doesn't want to catch anything) and instead cultivates his crusty dreadly look.
After some breakfast, and some painfully slow washing up (using hot water from the kettle) we head to the track for a look around. It’s very windy and full of groups of hoons and Bogans, with very few women in sight.
We take a slow walk round the circuit, watching some of the practicing and taking pics, buffeted by the strong winds. We located our allocated seats in the aptly names “Siberia” grandstand where we realise that our seats on the end of the row mean that we act as a windbreak to the freezing winds coming in off the sea a few hundred meters away.
We watch some F-18 jets do a short but impressive display, and Ieuan twisted his ankle, then had a variety of food for lunch – souvlaki, pizza and jacket potato.
Headed back to the van just as it started to hammer with rain. Bought more firewood at Lou’s insistence. Later, we prepare to start our fire, and immediately are invited to join a group who already have a fire going nearby. We decline as we want to have our own and cook our sausages, and cross our fingers that we will get it started, and if not, will look very stupid!
We get the fire going, and not long after, as Lou prepares the sausages, Ieuan is joined on firewatching duties by a little old man with a long beard, from a small tent nearby. We chat about Australia and the bike racing, and the sausages, and when the little old man goes to get a new drink, shortly afterwards, the rest of his clan come an join us round the fire (presumably having been given the “ok” to come and join the fire by him!!) They lend us a griddle to cook our sausages (the old man practically cooks them for us really!) and we have a nice evening chatting with them and weathering some spots of rain, until the rain starts again properly and we all think it’s time to retire.
After some breakfast, and some painfully slow washing up (using hot water from the kettle) we head to the track for a look around. It’s very windy and full of groups of hoons and Bogans, with very few women in sight.
We take a slow walk round the circuit, watching some of the practicing and taking pics, buffeted by the strong winds. We located our allocated seats in the aptly names “Siberia” grandstand where we realise that our seats on the end of the row mean that we act as a windbreak to the freezing winds coming in off the sea a few hundred meters away.
We watch some F-18 jets do a short but impressive display, and Ieuan twisted his ankle, then had a variety of food for lunch – souvlaki, pizza and jacket potato.
Headed back to the van just as it started to hammer with rain. Bought more firewood at Lou’s insistence. Later, we prepare to start our fire, and immediately are invited to join a group who already have a fire going nearby. We decline as we want to have our own and cook our sausages, and cross our fingers that we will get it started, and if not, will look very stupid!
We get the fire going, and not long after, as Lou prepares the sausages, Ieuan is joined on firewatching duties by a little old man with a long beard, from a small tent nearby. We chat about Australia and the bike racing, and the sausages, and when the little old man goes to get a new drink, shortly afterwards, the rest of his clan come an join us round the fire (presumably having been given the “ok” to come and join the fire by him!!) They lend us a griddle to cook our sausages (the old man practically cooks them for us really!) and we have a nice evening chatting with them and weathering some spots of rain, until the rain starts again properly and we all think it’s time to retire.
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