I found out recently about motorhome relocations. I never even knew such things existed! Seriously, they are god's gift to budget-conscious travellers.
I'm on 3 weeks holiday at the moment, and I had a week at the beach planned for the third week but nothing else (hubby is going down for work, I'm tagging along because free transport and accommodation...). I don't even remember where I read about the relocations, but I'm now a massive fan.
How it works for those who don't know is that major motorhome rental companies end up with too many vehicles in the wrong spot, and it's cheaper to drive them down than to put them on a back of a truck. But they don't have the personnel to move them. The solution? Rent them out for basically nothing and get people to move them for free!
There are time and distance restrictions. They give you the time it would take for one person to drive the distance, plus 2 days. So my 2,000km trip allowed 5 days/4 nights. They also tack on 550km extra to the distance from one point to the next so you can do some side trips.
I picked up a camper in Cairns and drove it to Brisbane. Halfway down the east coast of Australia, along the Great Barrier Reef. There is a charge. $5 per day. We're talking luxury motorhomes, some with shower and toilet (mine didn't). The charge is to cover you for insurance, because only employees and renters are covered. Now you're a renter. Oh, and they reimburse fuel!
It took me 5 days (from Tuesday morning to Saturday afternoon) to drive the distance. I stopped off at some seriously cool tropical locations on the way. Snorkelled with the fish on the Great Barrier Reef, ate dragon fruit out of the skin from a roadside stall, watched a cassowary run up the beach. Overall an unforgettable experience, and all I paid for was food. Oh, and two entries to public swimming pools along the way ($3.50 and $4) to use their shower. I free-camped, which only failed one night when a storm hit so I pulled up in a "quiet" street, only to discover an hour later that my location was smack-bang next to a major railway line with diesel coal trains running past every hour or so, and it was storming so I couldn't move, and I couldn't open my windows because of the rain. So that was a sleepless night, but the sunrise over the Pacific ocean the next morning (I got up and moved on at 4:30am when the rain and wind stopped, primarily so I could hit the air conditioner!) was well and truly worth it. That's where I saw the cassowary.
I don't know if such a thing exists everywhere. I know it happens in Australia and New Zealand, and I highly recommend it.