Rumour Mill.
Oh my! Darcy's reference to the plastic suit is my 'little-known' attachment to a certain Star Wars-based costuming group. And he's right! Nothing funny... well...Ah yes, pink thongs... So there we were, in a little town called Coonabarabran. After several days of driving and doing the touring thang, we had some dirty clothes. Most of the campervan parks in Australia are very well equiped, having gas BBQs, laundry facilities, full kitchens, swimming pools, good views, and very quiet inhabitants. At this particular location, known as the 'Astronomy Capital of Australia' (right up my alley, but I have so many dang alleys), we went to the laundry building and found a few familiar modern-day washing machines and... nothing but what appeared to be the first model automatic washing machine! It had two bins: the washing drum, and the spin dry drum. Being of the adventurous sort, we thought it would be novel to try this fandangled contraption. Does anyone have a drip pan for the irony there?
To operate: screw the washing drum drain plug into place and fill with water and soap. Insert clothes after filling. Power up the unit, then turn the red handle to 'operate'. Allow to wash for however long, then turn handle to 'off'. Carefully slide clothes into the spin drum and close the lid. (Man can that spinner spin! After the compressed air start, the turbine-like speed extracts every last drop of water from your clothes.) Drain the wash drum and refill with clean rinse water. Move clothes from the spinner back into the wash drum. Apply power as above and wait however long. Cease power as above and remove clothes carefully to the spin drum again for their turbine treatment. Drain rinse water from drum, unplug the power. Hang or tumble dry the clothes. You're done!
That was an 'automatic' washer. The extra step for us was to observe water pouring out the back of the machine through the electric motor vent while standing barefoot in an unexpected puddle of water! Well, that was odd now wasn't it? Hmmmm, let's tip the machine on it's side a bit to drain off some water and see what we can see. I got in close and spotted something strange and floating in the remaining water and, foolishly, I grabbed it out with my fingers. To my horror, it turned out to be .... a thong! Ewww... it sure wasn't one of ours. I'd share the full gritty details, but it would turn the stomach of those with less steely constitutions... Rather than sully my hands on any more stewed underwear, we found a stick and I fished out another thong, and two pairs of socks. Low! I've discovered the secret maw of washing machines whither go the lost socks and occasional underwear! Hah! Who'd have thought such discoveries would happen in country New South Wales on such a day in April?
I'm borrowing a computer at this time, so I won't be able to put pictures up quite yet. However, they are blogging platinum, so check back in a few days...
Thanks for the comments! I love hearing the events at home. You have no idea how'd I'd like to have been there to help with the brake bearings!
Luv and hugs to everyone...
posted by Kyle @ 22:27
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