Think back on your most memorable road trip.
Without a doubt the furthest I have ever driven. It was about 1500 miles plus a vey long ferry from Plymouth to Santander.
I had decided to up sticks and emigrate. This was about 25 years ago. I’d had a nasty accident climbing and at 45 was having the mid-life crisis to end all crises!
I sold everything except what I could stuff in my Old Ford Escort, took all my life savings and stuffed them in a suitcase and legged it.
Remember that old clarinet? Well even that came with me!
Armed with only a paper map of Torremolinos and a very pissed off wife, I arrived in town and promptly wrote off a couple of Spanish bangers with my trusty Ford Escort (which survived both encounters)
The trip itself was the height of boredom really, as it was impossible to take my eyes off the road as everyone was driving on the wrong side at impossible speeds. There was a nominal speed limit, but only on paper. So flat out all the way and that old car made it!
Not a single picture survives of this epic journey, why should it? I don’t see many snaps of Hannibal Crossing the Alps or Alexander posing by the Rubicon, so my paltry expedition deserves no better.
To be honest, I made more memorable journeys on foot, as you know.
That poor car survived the journey and took me all over Southern Spain with no trouble, to be finally killed in a Spanish mountain village by a drunk driving Gitano (gypsy) whose family clubbed together and gave me an equally ancient but drivable Audi 80. Decent sorts, they even scrapped my Old Ford.
The story could continue, With crazy Scandinavian Amazons and wild nights in rural Spanish Villages, but that’s enough! Read the book on the Camino in the link. All true but not so crazy. The crazy book comes later this year……
You’re funny( in a ha ha way) Incidentally I haven’t seen you through Reader of late
Really? I go on daily. I find it confusing as to how to reply and find out where to put comments.
Like this comment, I had to go digging to find this one!