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Ugh as if the big rear view window on the Jeep were not enough trouble to dodge when taking photos on the fly, it has now sprouted a baby all in honour of our new caravan -- which is a no baby.  So my day's of yelling 'stop here' the instant I want a photo are over but oh the joy of this little apartment on wheels.


Here we are at Dunedoo for lunch.  I've taken you here before. So let's keep going.  The annoying navigator lady who wants to take us to Melbourne all the time has been replaced by a rear view camera so we can see behind our new tall passenger at the back.


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  1. That's a spiffy caravan! Maybe you can give us a tour inside sometime?

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    1. Will have to wait until we are out at the block next to take the shots.

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  2. Yes, I would like a tour inside. This "sniffs" as though grey-nomadding is in the air!

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    1. Oh yes definitely trainee grey nomads. You will see when I get the interior shots why it is perfect setup for us.

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  3. Nice rig! Now you can pull up wherever takes your fancy.

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