The silence is broken!

Greetings to you all!

I am attempting right now, with some difficulty, to type this blog as I bump my way along the I75 in Georgia. Looking up from my keyboard I can see that we’ve just passed Perry which, if I remember the map correctly, puts us somewhere in the northern region of the state (more than likely I am wrong about this though).

We have just ticked over in to hour five on the road today, having started out this morning from The Villages down in Florida. There is very little to say about my surroundings right now, except that according to the last three billboards; the way and the truth belongs to Jesus Christ; seat belts save lives; and there is chicken ‘worth stopping for’ at the upcoming Gas and Go. The most picturesque views from today have actually come from the grass verges down in Florida where spring has truly sprung in the form of vivid lilac, violet, and fuchsia-coloured wildflowers.

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Freedom and Frolicking with Friends

Bleh.

Bleh and meh.

That’s slightly how I feel today. And you know what it is? Laziness. Yes, laziness has set in.

This is what happens as you approach the one year anniversary of not working and let your 37th birthday just slide on by. You suddenly realise how goddamn lazy you feel and it gets to you. And the slightly annoying thing is that it’s not like I’m letting life pass me by sitting on the sofa watching TV all day and drinking tea or anything. Though admittedly I do drink a fair amount of tea these days, and with the saga of the vanilla flavoured soy milk weighing on my mind, well that in itself is a whole other worrying scenario.

Right, well, I’m not quite sure where all that came from, but let’s get caught up to speed shall we?

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As South as South Can Be

It turns out we finally finished our ‘winter break’ in the most glamorous of style, by camping for a week in our friend Ryan’s driveway. There’s nothing that makes you feel more like a total hobo than living in your bus in someone else’s driveway I can tell you.

But after the Bluebird Rally, Loops decided the very last of the maintenance needed to be completed, and Ryan kindly offered us the concrete space we needed to change out the coolant hoses, do a final engine compartment sealing (to try and keep the engine smell that developed last year from permeating into the bus), and to get the towing braking system for The Beast properly fitted.

With our overall travel plan resting on the decision not to leave the state until the end of February, plus still needing to visit our friends Bunny and Phil down in Miami, Loops and I decided that we would start our 2017 travels of by heading are far south as you can go in the continental US, we are off to see Key West!

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The Most Magical Place on Earth

I returned from the Land of Eng to find Belle and Loops living in a field just outside of DeLand, Florida. That makes them sound pretty dejected doesn’t it? I promise they weren’t.

In my absence it turns out that Loops had made friends with yet another older gentleman Bluebirder, who owns a nice bit of farmland and invited him to park the bus there while he waited for me to return from the UK. Additionally it also proved a handy place for a brief rendezvous with Martha, a friend of my dad’s, who is very sweet and kind and likes to check in on us when we are in the area.

It turns out that Loops and I however are in this location for a more particular reason though because, unbeknownst to me, as a treat for my return Loops has booked us in down the road in Orlando for four days at Disney’s Fort Wilderness RV campground; with accompanying four day, all Disney park passes!

Wow, I guess he really was really excited I came back to America, huh?

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Winter, such as it is

In true RV fulltime fashion, Loops and I have, in some respects, become snowbirds – travelling when the weather is temperate and then heading south to avoid the harshness of a northern winter; which wouldn’t suit Belle, or Loops, at all.

So, in such fashion, we find ourselves parked for the two month winter season down in Florida; only someone forgot to tell the state of Florida that winter has arrived, it’s still 95oc by the time Christmas Day arrives.

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The time has come…

It seems that our transition from people who own an RV, but only play about with it and don’t live in it, to full timers on the road with no home but their RV, happened all very quickly.
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The shakedown camping trip

In a slightly unexpected turn of events last week, the day after my moaning blog about not going anywhere, Loops miraculously announced that Belle was ready to go on our final shakedown camping trip – 5 days out and about on the road to test how she would hold up full time. Cue *party dance*

Fuelled by my excitement I blithely offered to go to the supermarket to stock up on food, something I regretted after an hour and a half of wandering the aisles. However, the good news is my first grocery trip took over two hours, so I’m obviously getting better at the shopping…slightly annoying news, I’ve discovered I’m not quite sure where to store the potatoes in the RV. Continue reading “The shakedown camping trip”

The Countdown

Today I am feeling the frustration. There’s no two ways about it. I am ready to get moving, however, my grand plans for driving off into the sunset with our diesel engine chugging away still aren’t going anywhere.roots not feet

As I sit here typing, Loops is waiting patiently at the garage for Belle’s brakes to be re-fixed. That’s right; they are being fixed for a second time. Why, I hear you cry? Because apparently when we had the work done last week (at rather fricking great expense I might add), the mechanic apparently fitted the wrong parts on the bus. Continue reading “The Countdown”