Haha, my boyfriend and I decided to go to Dubbo Zoo for our 3 year anniversary. It was quite eventful! I wrote a little note about it, and all the things that happened in between.
Beware: I know it looks long, but seriously, it only takes like 3 minutes to read! And your bound to get some laughs out of it!
Friday, 24th April 2009: Dave and I are at his place getting his things together for Dubbo. I suggest we take his Tom Tom because we have never been to Dubbo before. We get the Tom Tom then realise the charger is in his Dad's car, and go to retrieve it. But to no avail. Dave's Mum has taken the car out to dinner with her friends! So the Tom Tom was a no-go. But Dave has a GPS on his phone, so we are ok.
Satuday, 25th April 2009: 3.30am: My alarm goes off, it wakes me up and not Dave. So I wake him up and he starts telling me I can't drive in the castle ... hmmm We get up and I get everything loaded in the car while Dave checks my oil levels. All seems fine.
4.30am: We head off in the freezing cold and start our journey to Dubbo. We would only need the GPS once we get to Bathurst. So we reach Bathurst and Dave programs the phone to 'Dubbo'. We turn onto a dirt road, and I start to mistrust the GPS. "This can't be the main road to Dubbo Dave, it's a dirt road!" But Dave assures me it is the right way, because we are still heading towards Dubbo. After 1 hour of driving down several dirt roads and seeming to get no where, I stop the car. I start to get frustrated and angry because I am certain this can't be the right road. Dave goes to prove to me that it is, by re-programming the GPS to Dubbo. He goes quiet. We turn the car around and dwell on the fact that Dave had accidentally programmed the GPS to a lookout, and not Dubbo. Woops.
8.30am: We fill up at a petrol station, and Dave goes to check the GPS to see where our next turn is. The phone isn't on. Dave looks at me in horror and asks me if I turned his phone off. I told him and I didn't and I didn't believe him that the phone was off. But it was. And it wasn't turning back on We were screwed. My UBD only went as far as Lithgow, and we were about 1 hour past there. So there we are, with no sense of direction and no idea where we are. After about 15 minutes, my Check Engine light comes on. Great. I was freaking out
10.30am: Amazingly, we find ourselves at Dubbo. We try to find the information centre so we can ask them where the Zoo is. The main road is closed for a market day. Fantastic. We eventually find the Information centre, and the Zoo is just around the corner.
2.30pm: After 4 hours of walking around the Zoo, we go back to the Info Centre to find out where we are staying. Thankfully, it's just around the corner. We go inside and it seems ok. The lady says she will put us in room 15 because it is one the of nicer ones. We go upstairs and find our room, force the door open and come face to face with a cupboard. After squeezing around that, there was a double bed and two single beds forced into a tiny area, no bigger than your average kitchen. The bed covers were revolting. Pink and brown floral patterns. There was no tv, and a tiny bathroom with no handtowels, a permanantly open window and moudly tiles. But we weren't expecting luxury for $90.
4.00pm: We go out so Dave can get Oporto and so I can go to the Supermarket. I needed something to read. And maybe some cookies. When I pulled into Coles, I realised the handbrake was still up. But what concerned me more was that the car still seemed to run fine, and it wasn't making any weird noises. I stopped the car and put the handbrake down, then up again. Hang on, that didn't feel right. I did it again Uh-oh. Dave looks at me and looks guilty. He is used to ripping up his handbrake. He was the last to drive my car, and that was to Oporto. So now I have a broken handbrake and a check engine light that won't go away! Lucky we were parked on flat ground
4.30pm: We are back at the hotel and had nothing to do because there was nothing to do in that room. I read my magazine and had a few cookies, then we both fell asleep.
6.45pm: I wake up and instantly feel like something isn't right. I can't really explain what it was. I felt unsafe, uncomfortable and had the awful feeling like we were being watched. I was freaking out and could tell Dave was getting worried. I don't normally act like that. I felt sick, and couldn't stay still. I had to get out of there Dave agreed that the place wasn't the best, and we could leave to go home if I didn't feel comfortable. I agreed. We went downstairs and told the lady we had a received a call from home and had to leave straight away. Thankfully, we got our money back. Dave and I agreed that I would drive the first two hours, then he would do the last two hours.
9.10pm: We reach Orange and I'm amazed that my car is battling on. It's over 20 years old. We stop at a servo, get some V for Dave and then we head off again. The trip home was a lot easier. Travel for 3 and a half hours on the Mitchell Highway, then get onto the Great Western Highway at Bathurst. Easy
11.15pm: We get home and go to bed
Even though a lot of unlucky things happened, it was one of the best weekends I have ever had in my life. Apart from freaking out that my car was going to break down on the side of the road and we were going to be murdered by a physco, apart from my check engine light coming on and not going away, apart from my handbrake getting broken, and apart from leaving our accommodation and deciding to drive four a half hours home when we were both exhaused, it was awesome. If I had the choice, I'd do it all over again