Life in a car is chaotic to say the least. It has become my belief that there is a gnome living somewhere in the car who comes out at night to move all our stuff around. It is more or less impossible to find things. Packing is still a game of Tetris. And a task that takes both time and patience. The everlasting mantra being ‘Where is the..” Where’s my...?” I initially thought the gnome was Ben. (Sorry, Ben!) But after some consideration I remembered a little guy called Pete. He’s a little fella, but man, oh, man... can he make a mess! Pete’s gone ever so slightly haywire after being left in the car for several nights. Involuntary rehab of sorts, if you will.
Our fantastic tents have already begun to deteriorate. Poles breaking, holes here and there, and it sure as hell wasn’t made for storms! Still standing, but a storm or two more and we might find ourselves pretty soaked and tangled.
Anyway, back to life in a car. First things first, yeah? It’s pretty impressive how much shit we can fit in the car and still manage to fit ourselves in. Comfort levels not reaching any all time highs, but you have room for your ass and a pocket to stick your feet in. It is after all not a big car and we’re 4 people with all the gear to be a mobile production team covering most medias plus personal shit.. If anything, the heat is the killer. No air condition in tropical weather does take its toll. It is the stickiest, most uncomfortable aspect of this whole journey, perhaps the only uncomfortable aspect, now that I think about it. And something I struggle immensely with. (Well, ok ok, besides having to spend over a week without sunnies and certain other female hormone overdose aspects.) I doubt you’ll find me in these parts in summer and wet season again... But then again, never say never.
Besides from all this, we are having a ball! We all get along like strawberries in a daiquiri and I am having the time of my life.
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