Just as expected …… Poo Poo Head up at 5am. Because it was a warm a muggy night and we had all the canvass open, so of course as soon as the sun came up way before 5am, the camper was light up like a Elvis concert.
Poo Poo Head waddled from his side of the camper ours just as does every morning. Barb checked her watch ….. holly snapping duck poo batman ….. 5am, and Poo Poo Head was firing on all cyclinders, had a big cheesy grin and eyes like dinner plates ready to seize day or at least the pool slides. Ross got up with him, and to his credit he kept himself quiet until after 7am.
It was building into another hot day and we needed to stock up on supplies. We headed off to find a supermarket and found a shopping centre out the back of Burleigh Heads. It was nice and cool so we took advantage had a coffee, a good look around and bought some clothes and shoes for Poo Poo Head.
Spent the rest of the morning in the pool with Poo Poo Head and another 67 times on the water slide.
To set the scene. There are two water slides, one almost straight with a slight curve and the other longer with a blind twist. The slides are at the deep end of the pool at just on Ross’s drowning depth bouncing on his tippy toes. Ross can clearly see the entrance to the twisty slide and area between the entrances to both slides, but not the entrance to the straighter, shorter one.
The rules are 1. Ross was in the pool floating, waiting to catch the Poo Poo Head at the bottom of the slides. 2. Poo Poo Head had to pick which slide he was going down, convey that to Ross by pointing and then wait until Ross nodded yelled OK. 3. Line up, and slide down ….. all very simple on paper at the management meeting.
Of course Poo Poo Head would get excited and forget some of (or all of) the rules, or point to his chosen slide without Ross seeing it … the end result would have Poo Poo Head firing out of the slide other than the one Ross was watching, or with Ross floating in the middle looking for Poo Poo Head up at the platform. On a few occasions in a panic to get to the base of the slide he thought Poo Poo Head was about to shoot out of, Ross would get kicked in the head by some other kid firing out of the slide.
A fun day was had by all until Poo Poo Head stacked on a blinder of a turn, and then everyone was banned from swimming for the rest of the day. (good on ya, Poo Poo Head) So in the blistering heat, no-one was allowed in the pool. Whilst Ross and Barb melted in the heat and Poo Poo Head happily played with his cars, the victory over Poo Poo Head’s behavior became increasingly hollow.
After Poo Poo Head woke up after his arvo siesta, we laid on the bed and watched the world wander by. Poo Poo Head just couldnt get it through his head that nobody could see him through the mesh inside the camper, and he kept saying hi to everyone that walked by. Ross had the take him outside and show him that you just cant see inside.
Both the icecream man and the prawn man drive through the caravan park each day. We hit up both of them today. Ross heard the unforgettable song of the Mr Whippie van in the distance, and waited patiently with Poo Poo Head for the truck to turn into our street. (although not a real Mr Wippie, he’ll do until one arrives) Considering the heat, possible not the best decision Ross has had, with the icecream running done Poo Poo Head’s arm within about 22 seconds.
Later in the afternoon with Ross and Poo Poo Head riding around the park, they came across the prawn man and rushed back to camp to cash up and chase down his him down. The morning decision to have our first BBQ (can you believe that, our first BBQ in 3 weeks away) has panned out nicely with the addition of fresh prawns.
Anchored in the next ‘street’ is an Ultimate Camper. An odd looking fiberglass contraption resembling a aircraft nose cone. These camper a apparently the (hence the name) the ultimate off road camper for your Cape York or Canning Stock Route type trip. They are quiet basic, and frighteningly they cost around the $50,000 mark. (50k, and that’s not typo). But they are supposed to go anywhere, but they still look out of balance, like they will topple over during the night
On the other side of the park is a very impressive “5th wheeler” of gigantic proportions. We dont know why they are called 5th wheelers” either. Ross enjoys wandering around the caravan park examining the other camp sites and the different stuff people use.
Everyone in caravan parks says hello to each other all day long. It’s a bit like a military training base with recruits acknowledging officers every time they pass …. Like here in the caravan park, sometimes whether they want to or not. Some of the hello’s you get are pretty lame and very strained.
Our first BBQ was not too shabby, although not the typical with gourmet sausages and Spanish rissoles . Turns out the prawns were frozen. Oh well, not bad anyway.
Another relatively warm evening, so Ross is looking forward to the 5am start tomorrow
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