I’ve got an old VW camper. I bought it second hand and then had it flown to a refurbishment specialists in Germany for a complete overhaul!
There’s nothing better than jumping in the camper and heading away for the weekend – really finding yourself and escaping the clutches of modern life.
I’ll usually stock the fridge with organic (Im a very environmentally conscious guy) food and attach the surf boards (I cant surf, but they look the part) to the roof after an early finish at the office on a Friday. We’ll then drive the 500 miles (costs a fortune at 18mpg!) down to Cornwall, via Stonehenge. We’ll probably find a small bay to park up for the night.
We’ll usually spend the next day lounging about in our latest Howies threads whilst listening to a Jack Johnson or Mark Ronson album on the sound system.
I’ll usually try and do some painting, writing or photography so I can really find myself. I’m not very good though (I guess there are some things my money cant buy!) I usually just end up playing on my iPad instead.
On the Sunday, we may go for a drive into town (I love the attention my van gets) and do some shopping. We’ll usually grab some food and a drink at a local surf bar. I enjoy telling my campervan tales to the locals, although often they dont seem very interested(?!?)
After a long weekend of sun, sea, sand, chilled beats, tiresome stories and overpriced vegetables, clothes and electrical gadgets, we’re ready for home.
I love going into the office and telling my weekend campervan stories (my life seems so exciting compared to what my work colleagues get upto) though my colleagues often dont seem very interested (?!?!)