Here’s a blog post about life inside the campervan whilst we are travelling. When I wrote it last week we were heading south on the Mediterranean Motorway in Spain, near Almeria. We drove for about 3.5 hours, then stopped for an easy tea – soup, bread and yoghurt.
It was our 6800th km by road. A pretty slow path down Europe through France, Spain and Portugal, heading for North Africa. Neil has done most of the driving because he likes it. He’s good at it too. The rest of us swap seats every couple of hours. It’s nice to sit next to someone new.
We try to mix up motorway driving (which is boring but fast) and slower roads which let you come across things you weren’t planning on, like sheep festivals and animals coming down from the mountains for the winter, or great wee villages not in any guidebook. We have no guidebooks with us anyway.
The back of the van sometimes looks a bit like the NASA Control Centre. Here, Matt is (hiding from the camera and) updating our budget spreadsheet, I’m reading about new travel insurance – which runs out next week but which I can’t do for long without feeling a bit sick (with the reading that is) – and Katie is watching a film and eating chocolate. I wanna sit in Katie’s seat next.
We play quite a lot of games in the van, far more than we did at home. Probably more when we are stopped than when we are moving. The driver tends not to play, whether we are stopped or moving. I am grateful for the latter. Matt has also, within the last few months, acquired a detailed but possibly not entirely useful knowledge of all two letter words, and words with z in them.
Most of this journey I spent looking out the window. It’s a huge fruit growing area. I was expecting colourful fruit trees and green. But it looks like a Mad a Max film. 50 kilometres of non stop black netted frames. Our food production these days is very scary. It resembled a military camp more than a farm.
We have now reached the sea and are heading over the Straights of Gibraltar into Morocco.