not me. the camper. on its way to finding a new owner. someone new to take care of it and have some fun. after quite a few years of ownership my parents have decided to pass it on. sad to see the old bus go. parked up on a beach in the med. spent many a time pushing it through toll booths in the august heat. mum drove to spain in it. on the way home near toulouse we had some engine trouble. called the aa out, a french man took it for a drive, whilst we stood in the pouring rain, he came back and said no,no, its fine. so we trundled on home. every time we stopped, it conked out. so driving round the outskirts of paris (theres a road, cant remember its name,like a small m25), mum had to make sure she didnt stop, at five o'clock on a friday night that proved quite difficult in rush hour. we made it to the channel tunnel, keeping the engine running, hoping we wouldnt be searched (we didnt have anything to hide), and yes they searched us with the engine off. luckily it started, otherwise i could see the officials trying to push us on the train!
(i'd just had a paddle in the pictures. 1,400 miles from home.)