We had been planning this trip for quite some time, about 18 months before our departure date, discussing different options, whether to backpack or hire/buy a van. Jason did most of the research. He stumbled upon Wicked Campers and Van Tour, said Beau should have a look, and the rest is history.

Before we start, we will say that there are numerous little anecdotes in amongst the entire trip that if we were to include every little detail, who knows how many words it would take! We wouldn’t want to bore anyone. At one stage the plan was to write everything down and include it in this blog but certain unfortunate events would see all our writing, to that date, taken from us. All will be revealed as you read.

Our holiday began in England a week before we were due to pick up the van. We spent that week exploring London and it surrounds, staying in a room at a retirement village across the road from Jason’s relos. Needless to say… it smelt like old people.
The time had come on the 30th of June to head into London and pick up our wicked van. At first look we were surprised at what was in front of us, not to mention the name, “Stupidity”. After a quick check, water and oil levels, we were in the car, on the road ready to get things started. With Beau driving, our first destination was the petrol station as the fuel level was relatively low. The directions to the closest petrol station we were given were 3 rights and a left. Naturally, we took 4 rights and shamefully and rather red faced, drove back past the depot.