We’ve been on the road now for 3 weeks, a tiny portion of the time allotted for the trip. However it is the longest we’ve been on holiday together and also the longest time we’ve spent in the van. I think it’s fair to say that we are beginning to get on each other’s nerves just a little bit. Not enough to have a proper fall out yet, but it will no doubt come.
I’m not saying this because it’s all awful and I want to go home, but because of the conversations I had with friends in the build up to leaving. “9 months, 2 people, 2 dogs in a 3 x 5m metal box, what could possibly go wrong?” I joked in a not really joking sort of way. One friend said that if either of us ended up abandoning ship it would be me. Most people however said they thought we’d have a great time and come back as happy as ever. But then they would say that. I think this is probably the case, especially at times like this when, after a frustrating day driving, Simon is sitting outside in the chilly dusk gutting fish for our tea. What a guy!