"Yes, but what's your home address?" (The RTA response to Grey Nomads)

Had a funny incident at the Roads and Traffic Authority in Forster.

We dutifully went to the RTA to advise of our change of address.

We told a shaven-headed bureaucrat with a beard who said, tapping on his computer keyboard: "What's the new address?"

We gave him our postal box number in Penrith South.

"We can't accept a postal address," he said. "What's your home address?"

"We don't have a home."

"You're homeless," he said disbelievingly, eyeing my Prada Miu Miu eye-glasses.

"Yes and no. We've sold our home and now don't have one any more."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, we now have a Winnebago Diversion motorhome and travel all over Australia"


"I can't put a postal address for your license on our computers," he told us. "What if the police stop you? They'll want a home address."

"So we have to buy a home so we can show the police an address?" I said.

"Look, if you're not going to take this seriously then I can't help you," he said. "Don't' you have somebody else's address you can give?"

"Is that legal?" I said, shocked, "giving someone else's address for your license?"

He looked dogged.

"Think about it," my husband Roy said patiently.  "We can't be Robinson Crusoe here. There must be hundreds, maybe thousands of grey nomads who don't have homes anymore. Maybe you should change your system."

"That's the law," the bureaucrat said. "If you're not happy with the system, tell your local member of parliament."

"And who would our local member be?" Roy said. "We don't have a local anything anymore."

Now the RTA guy was giving us death glares.

"Well, you just wait until the police stop you," he said.

"Obviously the system can't cope with us," I said.

The RTA man couldn't.

So we shrugged and left.


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