Is it too late to change your mode of travel plans?
For some time I have been replying to those seeking information on a motor home holiday in OZ and NZ. I’ve taken the time to prepare my thoughts, beliefs and feelings on the subject. So here goes.
Motor home “holidays” are for those who enjoy the experience, in the same vein as there are those who enjoy self flagellation, solo round the world yachting and competing in ultra marathons. To each their own I say so long as they don’t interfere with me. Unfortunately driving a motor home does interfere with me if I’m amongst the unfortunates stuck behind one on a narrow twisty road and obviously their increased carbon footprint affects us all. The saving grace is when you see one stuck in the entry to a multilevel car park, broken down at the side of the road, broken into by the local crims when parked in a “free parking area”, or filling up at the servo.
Motor homes are more expensive than a rental car holiday and accommodation in motels/B&Bs/Hotels/on site cabins/hotels and even some resorts in Australia and NZ once the true costs are taken into account.
These direct costs include but are not limited to:
3. Fuel (remember this is a truck with the aerodynamics of a house brick).
4. Site Fees.
5. Possible divorce proceeding for married or de-facto couples.
The human cost include but are not limited to:
1. The joy of truck driving, often in a foreign land on the “wrong side of the road”.
2. The wonders of living, travelling and sleeping in a space smaller than most kitchens.
3. The amenity of carrying your excrement with you.
4. The challenge of emptying the cassette containing the excrement.
5. The lottery of renting a motor home where not only the mechanicals are working (the bits that let you go, stop and steer) but also the peripherals such as heating, toilets, showers, cookers, fridges etc. The probability of having all of these disparate bits working at the same time fly in the face of both Murphey’s and Sod’s laws.
6. Point 5. from above.
7. The triumph of measuring the success of your trip by the length of the caterpillar train of happy motorists held up behind the mobile chicane you are driving.