Driving over the mountains made the return trip a lot slower, but certainly more interesting. We popped out of the hills at Tamworth, the Australian version of Nashville. The roads were full of "Good 'Ol Boys" with big hats and driving 4x4 trucks with shotgun racks, all living the stereotype. When we weren't stuck behind them it was the grey nomads towing enormous caravans. After a long second day the Wizard decided to spring for a motel room for the night. We got to sprawl on a real bed instead of sharing the back of the van. The van's good but not exactly on the roomy side of things. Two can be comfortable in the back but they really have to like each other. The cauch in the motel was nice too.