Holidays with friends

As mentioned in yesterdays post about camping holidays, my brother or I would often take a school friend with us on our longer holidays here in Tasmania.

We would go to unusual places, sometimes do things our friends might not have done before and when tired from a long day of physical activities, we would play board games on the picnic table.

Go fishing at Devonport with Robin


Robin is wondering where we are


Steven beating us at Stockmarket while camping at Coles Bay

But the biggest holiday we went on was our family, Margaret (mum’s sister) and her family when we took off around Australia for three months in 1965.

Margaret and Norm PHILLIPS with their children Bronwyn and Leigh getting ready to travel around Australia

Our family used a converted Kombi van, side awning and tent, while Margaret’s husband Norman pulled a caravan behind their car. We went over on the boat to Melbourne, up the east coast to Cairns, then across outback Queensland to the junction of the Barkly and Stuart Highways in Northern Territory, north to Darwin, then back south to Alice Springs.

The Mob at the entrance to Lone Pine Sanctuary Brisbane

It was here where the families parted as Marg’s family put their car and caravan on the Ghan to head back to Marree and onward to Melbourne. Our family went to Uluru then back to Alice and the Ghan to Marree where we then spent more time around South Australia before heading back to Melbourne and the boat trip home to Tasmania.

Map of the complete trip Around Australia 1965 11000 miles

Readers: Did you ever go on holidays with other family members or school friends? What was your most memorable holiday?

One thought on “Holidays with friends

  1. Nothing as exciting as yours, I’m afraid. We went back to Taranaki, whence we had come when we moved to Auckland, and stayed at Gran’s. Mother had mental health issues I didn’t understand until I grew up. I can see now, she thwarted so many opportunities in our childhood because of her mindset. Dad didn’t understand either. And there was never enough money for wonderful adventures, anyway. In the degree of dementia, Mother now has, she has forgotten all the pain of her past, and we have a happy, kind and loving Mum now. I wish Dad could have seen it.

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