Living in a bus called FROTH

Theres nothing like cramming your life into a small space and calling it home. Living life simply and following some random track to a un disclosed place you have never heard of. Our time in Froth was time well spent. Even though we had no air conditioner and we were travelling in the North West of Western Australia, Froth was luxury.
She allowed us to park anywhere we chose and instantly live. Not having to set up a camp site every day was a blessing. We would just pull over and walk down into the kitchen to make a feed. I tell ya, you turn some heads at the boat ramp when your launching your tinny with your house!
Sure we had arguments along the way, but they were easily forgotten and bridges got built. The couch is just to small to sleep on!
So here is our little journey we had in froth until the crazy idea of Nandji entering our lives...

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Leaving South Australia

Sometimes, just getting out the door and leaving is the biggest step. Rushing around for weeks on end ensuring you have all your ducks in a row and ready for departure. When departure time comes around, you are still constantly wondering if you have everything. Your emotions are high and you wonder if you are making the right move. Then when you just get in and leave, all those worries seem to just disappear. This is where we got to. We had enough of organising and wondering and decided that at 9pm that night, we would drive out of the city. We only travelled 100km down the road, but we were on our way and the adventure had begun. Pulling over for our first night "on the road" in a parking bay on the edge of the highway near Pt Wakefield.