Bruce used my towel this morning. We’re allotted only two towels for this 8-day journey and Bruce used MY towel this morning.
Photo by Bruce N. Meyer
So far, our marriage is surviving our little home on wheels, although the towel caper was a serious stressor. The Maui camper van
we’re in is 7.2 meters long, and like at home, Bruce has spread his stuff over about 7.1 meters of our space.
But we have all of the basics – a little refrigerator slightly bigger than what m
ost college dorm rooms have, a microwave, a TV/DVD player, a coffee pot, toaster and pots & pans.
The bed makes up to a king size, and if I had my two kittens to snuggle with, it would almost be as comfortable as our king size bed at home.
The bathroom is another story. If you are no taller than 5 feet, are a size 2 and accomplished at Houdini-like contortions, it will serve you well.
Fortunately, the New Zealand holiday parks
have wonderful restrooms and shower facilities, so I’ve only used the camper bathroom in an emergency. Bruce promises me that I get to empty the tank later this week.
Tonight, as the sun set over the Tasman Sea, I grilled chicken on the outdoor grill,
sliced a couple of tomatoes and zapped baked potatoes in the microwave. It was a better dinner than many I make at home.
The holiday parks all have wifi, so tonight as Bruce is doing laundry – washing my towel among other things – I’m propped up with my netbook actually getting some work done.
Things I brought along that I’m glad I did:
• A plastic baggie of laundry detergent for Bruce
• Washcloths – I always do because so few international destinations provide washcloths.
• A tote bag for carrying essentials to the shower room.
• My favorite husband of 28 years.
Suset on the Tasman Sea. Photo by Bruce N. Meyer