Mt Buller

We slept in as the electric blanket was impossible to get out off. We spent morning with nana and jus after lunch went for a drive to Mt Buller Alpine Village. As the name suggests it is up in the mountain so we had to go up, a lot. our poor Betty was huffing and puffing climbing up the long hill. On the top are magnificent views though. The village looked a bit deserted at the time, it was still before the season so apart of lot of trades people we were pretty much the only visitors.

While we were driving up we noticed a suspicious smell of petrol. We were a bit worried that we pushed the engine too hard or it has a leak somewhere or something like that. So on the top we walked around the car trying to find out where the smell keeps coming from because towards the end of the hill it was really bad. After a while we opened the fuel tank cover and realized it was actually quite simple – the fuel cap wasn’t there. And as it so happens it had to be on a windy road so we splashed out about 10 litres of petrol. Oh well, so we drove back down to the petrol station but couldn’t find our cap. We got a replacement one, which Gordie managed to put on but couldn’t get it off. After a bit of fight it snapped and half of it stayed in the tank. So Gordie went back into the station to get pliers to get the thing out. Unfortunately they didn’t have any so he came back with two screwdrivers instead. Following the principle of chopsticks he tried to get the cap out but with very little success and 15 minutes later he was getting pretty aggressive with the sticks. It was hilarious to watch. In the end he got it out – not in one but couple of pieces, but it was out. To finish the successful visit to this petrol station Gordie spilt lead replacement all over his favourite jacket.

The dinner and night was at nana’s again – I love that electric blanket!

Rano jsme si prispali hlavne proto, ze se nam nechtelo opustit elektricky vyhrivanou postel. Rano jsme stravili s babickou na farme a po obede jsme jeli na projizdku na Mt Buller, kde je zimni stredisko. Museli jsme se vydrapad do velmi slusneho kopce a nase auticko funelo a souralo se rychlosti hlemyzde, ale dojeli jsme. Zezhora byly nadherne vyhledy do dalekeho okoli a nebot jeste neni sezona, byli jsme vicemene jedinymi navstevniky.

Cestou do kopce jsme zaregistrovali silny zapach benzinu. Meli jsme strach, ze nam to nekde tece neboze je neco s motorem. Tak jsme nahore obchazeli auto a dumali, co to muze byt. Nakonec se ukazalo, ze to neni problem az tak slozity – Gordie nedal zpatky vicko na nadrz a tak nase auto nejen smrdelo jak benzinka, ale cestou jsme asi vycintali peknejch par litriku. No nic, jeli jsme zpatky na osudnou benzinku, ale vicko jsme nenasli. Sehnali jsme tam vicko nahradni, ktere se Gordie podarilo na nadrz narvat, sundat uz ale neslo. Po trose boje to prasklo a pulka zustala v nadrzi, nastesti u otvoru. Tak sel Gordie do benzinky pro kleste, ktery nemeli a tak se vratil s dvema sroubovaky. Ty snazil pouzit podobne jako cinske hulky, coz sice bylo uzasny sledovat, ale efekt to moc nemelo. Asi po 15ti minutach ho to uz celkem rozzurilo a vicko nakonec vyndal, sice ne v jednom kuse, ale vyndal. Aby Gordie zavrsil sve uspechy u teto pumpy, polil si svou oblibenou mikinu primesi do paliva.

Vecere a nocleh byli opet u babicky. Zcela jsem se zamilovala do te vyhrivane postele.