When do most inspiring ideas occur?
For us, it would seem they pop up when we least expect it. The Wandering Hobo idea germinated in 2007, while trying to relax during a coffee break on the deck overlooking all the work that needed to be done that day, on our small orchard/farm. It was also a time where more time was spent chatting in person than on the internet, as there was too much work to be done.
Though when this conversation grew to the stage that the only thing missing was more detailed information about living in a motorhome. This is where computers and the ingenious google comes into its own. It worked a treat and an excellent excuse to ignore outside work as we were on a mission to gather more research, to back up our fantastic idea of living in a motorhome fulltime. Who would have thought this possible, let alone us two leaving our slice of paradise?
After a few hours, we were hooked, “hook, line and sinker”, and the first steps to becoming the proud owners of a motorhome had started. After a few days tripping about, walking in and out of a few various motorhomes, we had just one last one to view. On a sunny Autumn day, we headed over to Tauranga to see a larger vehicle than we had previously done. We loved it, and after a bit of negotiation, a deposit was handed over.
We finally had our next home, our apartment on wheels.
This all happened in March, by the end of Easter we were the happy owners of a 10.5m converted motorhome.
“PURR-INN” was her name.
When we do put our minds to achieving a dream, we don’t muck around. One of the main reasons is we met later in life, and we had many years to catch up on as well as living in the present.
Now comes the exciting part, the Squire did not have an HT license [Class 2 – which is required for large vehicles over a specific weight]. How confident were we about him getting his license? 100 per cent sure. A week or so later, after the second attempt. What was that about being confident or did I omit the “over”, he had the documentation in his hand.
We could now proudly hit the road and get those wheels moving, our first long maiden trip was to visit my brother Steve and his family in Takaka, Golden Bay. Just on a side note for those of you who absolutely love Ginger Crunch, this is the place to visit, even if you have to travel for 24 hours to get there, it is so worth it! The Wholemeal Cafe Here is the recipe just in case you can’t get to the cafe Takaka Ginger Crunch Recipe
What an adventure that landed up being!. Plus of course with a few slices of Ginger Crunch to keep up the energy levels!
The Adventure down south started the usual way.
With a drive down to Wellington, on this particular journey, we passed through the middle of the North Island, via the Desert Road. Then it was onto the ferry to Picton.
Driving up a massive hill by car is so much easier than manoeuvring a large vehicle up that said hill, so we found out on the very first hairpin corner! This was the beginning of when I started perfecting the outstretched leg movement with my foot on the imaginary brake.
At this point in time the Squire was wishing he had a quieter demure wife when my panic-induced banshee screaming with the odd comment uttered, “What the heck, we don’t have enough room on this road for both our vehicles!”, luckily the Squire knew better and portrayed more confidence [I was to find out later that this was not the case] to the conversation than I was ever going to muster up.
Of course, the truck driver and we survived our close encounter. With smiles exchanged from both drivers whose faces looked like they were inches away from each other, with myself clinging to my chair and trying not to peer down the steep bank. Of course, the wheels were placed on the road, though the body of the vehicle had the passenger’s side hanging over the edge. This would now be an opportune moment to express my dislike for heights, which I am glad to report as improving. Okay, for a moment or two I was cursing that we actually thought it was a good idea to live in a motorhome and travel to Takaka.
There was, of course, a perfectly valid reason for this outrageous long first adventure, it was to visit a new member of the family, Lily our niece, who was just a few months old.