So I have never done the whole camping trip. I slept in a tent maybe for a week on a school camp once. My mother decided that our family does not camp because she likes to have a real bathroom. So for the second week of my holidays my first host family, who I’m living with now, said that they would take me to Strasbourg. I thought we would be going there for a week and living in a hotel. Yet the day I left for the snow I saw that the garage out the back was open. I enquired about it and found it was the storage place of the campervan.
The campervan gets its own post. It is a very momentous moment for me to say that I have been camping in a camping car. This camping car and I we traveled all through Alsace, the providence Strasbourg is in, and Germany. Those stories and towns are for later posts. I have to do the campervan justice.
In France the speed limit on the main highways is 130 km/h. I’m proud to admit that the campervan got to 120km/h. Yes mother I wore my seatbelt most of the time. For the first night the campervan decided that its heating system wasn’t going to work. We weren’t very good friends then. But then for the next three nights it rained and rained and rained. I did like the dry socks the campervan held.
The campervan was stuffed full. One cupboard always overflowed when you opened it. I impressed everyone when I caught the book before it hit my head. I was reading below the cupboard on the couch and decided I didn’t want the falling book to hit me.
One night we lost the campervan. We decided we parked it in an invisibility field. I did have an idea of which direction it was parked though but thought that I should follow the others who had actually lived in the town we were in. I did eventually have to speak up when they went two blocks in front of where it was parked. I didn’t get my navigation skills from my mother. I don’t actually have navigation skills. I have a good memory. I’m the person in the house who actually finds where you last left your keys because I see these things and remember them. So I just remembered that we parked near the Mecure Inn cause it made me laugh cause there is a Mecure Inn in Townsville.
So this campervan it took me camping for the first time.
Me posing with the campervan.
Me posing in the door of the campervan. Do notice the look. I laughed when I actually saw the photo. It’s my ‘I’m in the door of a campervan that I’m going to live in’ look.
My host sister from my fourth family came along with my host mother and I. She is holding the green umbrella. I’m twirling mine while singing ‘Singing In The Rain’ She’s laughing at me. See how my umbrella matches my handbag?
The back of the campervan. To your left the kitchen and my cupboard. To your right the table and behind that is the bathroom complete with shower and toilet.
The front of the campervan. To your left the table again. To your right is the couch. The front is the car part.
This was mine and my host sister’s bed. Where did it come from you ask? Well you see the roof above the car part fell down and becomes a bed. See the net in the bottom left corner? My host mother secured that each night so we didn’t fall out.
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GET OUT!
You so know that when I read 120kmp/hr my eyebrows shot skyward. I looked in every photo and the seat belts are not evident. A lap sash is not a proper seat belt.
Your bed should be stacked with blankets if you didn’t have a heater.
For the first night mother. Believe me we got it fixed straight away. The fix-it guys made it top priority and then left his tools in the car which we drove away with.
There are too seatbelts. Look at the fourth photo. At the table there are clearly two seatbelts on the chair. That went across the whole body.
Ah, the debate over seatbelts does throw me back 30 plus years to when I joyfully bounced and played around the backseat of our station-wagon, no harness at all!
The camper looks quite luxurious! My parents, sister & I used to travel about with a little Bowler trailer attached to the car and our couch became a bunk-bed! Ah, those sleepless nights! Sounded like you had a grand time! Keep on working those memory skills, they’ll come in handy especially if you have no navigation skills!
but what if something was on tv and it was never shown again?
‘I’ve never slept out underneath the stars,
The closest that I came to that was one time my car
Broke down for an hour in the suburbs at night
I lied about being the outdoor type’
I suppose if you have to camp, doing it in a solid structure is the way to go. All of this doing of outdoor stuff is making me uneasy, I hope it is out of your system before you return.
ps do you know where your mother’s joggers are?
So campervan couch fabric is the same in France as it is everywhere else in the world. Why oh why? I could almost (emphasise almost) do a campervan if it weren’t for that upholstery.
REALLY Jen???
Im so proud that ur umbrella matches ur handbag. i must admit thats a good effort. u also went camping woo but im pretty sure jess wouldnt call that camping. camping is only camping to jess if u have to dig a hole for a toilet hahaha. ur one up on me but ive never been camping ever lol. sounds like u had a good time.
Uni is ok. havent done much yet. ive met a total of two other people actually from townsville and everyone else is from like brisbane, perth, darwin, melbourne, sydney, out bush. so yeah its interesting. living on camputs sounds cool i wish for like a semester i could it would be fun the whole uni experience.
Ive had a few texts from lana mostly saying its hard poor lana. havent heard anything from bree yet. maybe ull run into her LOL. im so funny. ok im going
BYE
You have always had an excellent sense of direction. From 2 years old you could say from the car where we were and who lived in what street. Just know that that sense of direction is something you have or don’t have. You can’t seem to learn it.
So where did the camper park at night? Was it like our caravan parks with plug in electricity? Obviously the dining table and seats became the double bed. It is very civilised and lots more fun than staying in a Mercure that could be the same as here despite what your mum, aunt and Jen say.
That tiny bed slept TWO people! It makes my back hurt to look at it. Good thing you’re young and flexible and are small enough to fit in that small space. I think it looks fun. Campervan Adventure. You could write a travel article.
The style of writing is quite familiar to me. Have you written guest posts for other bloggers?