The inhabitants of Alpe d’Huez are among the most welcoming of any French ski resort. We met a charming young Frenchman who, although lightly toasted, managed to explain in English that he needed to take lots of pictures of our Airstream. I think he was in charge of a shop or cafe but it was […]
After a relatively easy, if un-glamorous trip down from Calais to the French alps, we traded in our nights in highway truck stops for balmy days in a gorgeous French campsite at the foot ofAlpe d’Huez ski resort. We get excellent WiFi so I can crack on with a few days of work online which […]
Passports – check Ferry tickets – check Euros – check Alpine Maps – check Vintage american caravan – check Trepidation – CHECK With no more time for procrastination, prevarication and even palpatation… we left the safety of our sunny Surrey camp site and headed for “In’jin country” Actually the road to Dover sea port was pretty […]
A few words and pictures on preparing our selves, lives and vintage Airstream for a 3 1/2 month tour of the major ski resorts for european ski holidays. Is that entertaining if you don’t know us? … not sure… but you’ll come to know we three sno lovers and predict for yourself if we’ll be able to go from London-living-townies (him BBC telly maker, […]
Vintage Airstream Preparation (before visiting 30+ european ski resorts) Not much about ski holidays or ski resorts, this post is for the Airstream lovers – you might want to skip this one if you’re not a vintage caravan nut… or just look at the pretty pictures! 1 – polish alluminium Airstream exterior: From totally oxidised grey, to a […]
After looking for the perfect vintage Aluminium (Aluminum if you’re American) caravan (travel trailer) for an age, we found the perfect one in the middle of the Arizona desert …
… so I jumped straight on a plane from London UK to Phoenix AZ and bought it from a marvellous American chap who thought I was a ficticious e-person invented by an internet scam artist… he was more than a little surprised when I rolled down his dusty drive the following night in an enormous U-Haul truck!
First time driving a 40ft articulated vehicle,
1500 miles across the desert,
on a foreign country,
on the wrong side of the road…
… piece of cake!
It all made such sense and I began to drift off to sleep… smiling at the perfect plan… likely never to think of it again.
But fortune favours the self-aware…
…and these days I’m firmly in the habit of texting myself when I have a cunning plan in the wee small hours…
… the better to profit from somnambulent insight… or at least expose a flimsy wheeze to the cold judgement of morning.
