Sunday, October 21, 2007

Saturday 13 October 2007. Day 54. Campervan - Phillip Island MotoGP Circuit




Wake up early and Lou does the morning tea / coffee preparation duties. Ieuan chooses to further cultivate his crusty dreadly status by not having a shower again, as he also has some cracked skin on his feet which he doesn’t want to get dirty and the manky showers, and also doesn’t want to aggravate his infected bite wound or sprained ankle!

Clean up the van then head over to the track, where we watch some of the practice, then head over to the visitors centre for a hot drink and snack (wedges and dip).

Stand around watching more stuff – it’s a lot busier today with lots of weirdos and rednecks. The F-18 jets come out again for another display and we see peacocks and wallabies at the visitor centre. Have a jacket potato for lunch, then watch the motogp qualifying. Head back to the van and chat again to the young couple from last night, who are at Uni doing degrees to work in the lucrative mining industry. Ieuan gave some advice about the chaps bike exhaust, which was rejected, and we got in the van to find that as we had left the water pump on all day, we didn’t seemed to have even enough power to switch a small light on left! Switch the pump off, and get the head torch ready to use to make tea, when suddenly the light comes back on, but soon goes off again. Starting the engine seems to give us some power, but not enough for anything more than a light or 2 and for the fridge to run.

There are loads of fireworks going off all night, plus some bikes being ridden about, but nothing too rowdy, even from the hoons out the front.

No rain so far and lots of fires around tonight. We cook chicken stir fry for tea, and have a bottle of Phillip Island Sauvignon Blanc. Get invited out to the fire by the people from last night, who have started up a fire in last nights pit. We are also joined by the bloke from next door (with the generator) who is very chatty, has some great stories and knows quite a lot about bike racing.

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