As a final test of the van, I spent a week on the road travelling around Victoria. First up to Wadonga, for the Border RV & Camping show (very muddy). This was followed by a couple of side trips in the area, including Beechworth, and then finally back down south to spend a few days at Wilson's Prom.
While in Wadonga, I stayed at the Boathaven Caravan park situated right on the Hume Dam. It was a beautiful spot, and I took the following photo while sitting on the back step of my Campervan.

After seeing the camping show, I then did a day trip out to Yackandandah and Beechworth, to lovely little "old fashioned" towns, left over from the gold rush. Beechworth still has many old buildings from that era which proved to be quite photogenic.
Here's a LINK to other photos from that area.
While staying at Bonegilla, I also took a tour of the Bonegilla Migrant Museum. This camp was used from 1947 through until the early 70's to house virtually all migrants arriving in Victoria. They generally arrived at Station Pier in Melbourne by boat and were wisked by rail cars up to central Victoria and dropped at Bonegilla station - which wasn't so much a station, as a stop in the middle of a paddock. Reading many of the accounts from early migrants, they were extremely warey of getting on the train, and it didn't help when they were dropped in the middle of nowhere - they had no idea how they were going to be treated.
The old army barracks were turned into accomodation, but the basic structure of the camp remained - separate sleeping areas, ablutions blocks, dinning areas and recreation areas. It wasn't the most comfortable for the migrants, especially in winter, but it was amazing to see how they adapted and improvised to make life a little more comfortable.
Depending on the work situation, some families only stayed for a week or so, while others stayed for months. As soon as one of the family (generally the male) could get work, they would relocated to that town and settle down.
Early on, the migrants were fed basic "Australian" food. This was until there were riots and various groups within the camp won the righ to cook some of their own national dishes.
Although no where near on the same scale or seriousness, I had a small insight into what they were faced with when I moved to the USA with only a suitcase, and had to build a life for myself over there. At least I had a job to go to and a little bit of money and could speak the language (although this may be contested my many of my US friends).
Here are some photos from Bonegilla...
