Retro vans, warm dry tents, sunshine and the sea,

Sleeping bags, lovely view and a cup of tea.

Gas lit stoves, fresh caught fish, a feast with eggs and beans,

Pack of cards, mug of wine, every day's a dream.

Old school tunes, crazy moves, singing like a choir,

Sharing hugs, no bed bugs and a roaring fire.

Bathing in a hot hot spring and no working loo,

Hair let grow from ear to toe and socks that smell like poo.

Massive maps, travel books and a pocket knife,

Simple pleasures feed our souls, in awe of bright moonlight.

We share this dream, to travel far, together we'll achieve,

Down under we will claim our prize, growing memories from seed.