Wayne on Chesil Beach in Storm Brian
Everyone knows Wayne.
On our way to
Romania, we stopped at a campsite in rural Hungary. The owner was British. He knew Wayne.
One evening, as we were watching Ben Fogle’s documentary
Harbour Lives on TV , Wayne popped up on our screen . It came as no surprise.
The first part of this post is the story; scroll down for technical details.
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Tuesday: Rotterdam – Calais (By Accident)
Mark was in Rotterdam.
This was following THE most ill-fated, 26-hour overland journey from high in the Italian Alps to The Low Countries to collect The Beast, a 30-year old ex-army truck that is to become our new, all-terrain mobile home.
Lady Luck had already made it clear that she was not on our side. After
all we’d been through just purchasing The Beast and getting Mark as far as Rotterdam to collect her, I was riddled with angst about whether she would even start, never mind be roadworthy. And it was a good few years since Mark had driven a truck.
My last update had been about midday, before Mark and The Beast had actually met. It was 9:00pm before I got a call to say,
“I’m about eighty miles from the Channel Tunnel,” which was a shame.
I had just paid a supplement for the ferry crossing that he had booked from Le Havre.
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The Beast waits patiently in Rotterdam. But would Mark ever get there?!
Monday: Staffal – Pont St Martin
As part of our
Brexit-Busting plan to abandon Europe for Mongolia, Mark and I have bought a 24.5 tonne truck to convert into our new home. She is a Volvo N10. She is HUGE, so we named her The Beast.
We fully accepted that the purchase, unseen, of an unregistered, 30-year-old Belgian army truck in Holland to import into the UK was not likely to be 100% straightforward. With blithe determination and the conviction that ‘there’s always a solution’, we jumped through the many administrative hoops
and squared that circle. Yet throughout the build-up to Mark going to collect her, it seemed the gods were trying to tell us something. Continue reading “Collecting The Beast, Our New Expedition Truck: Part 1 – Staffal to Rotterdam”