Plans!


What next?  Glad you asked. Well, we have finally figured it out.

We are going to  leave our beloved truck in the capable hands of friends. Our Spanish dog with the Czech microchip floating around in his neck will stay in Europe with other friends. Good to have friends huh. We will jump on a plane and fly around the world. Easy huh. Dang, why didn’t we do this sooner. We have been talking about this for years and are finally doing it. We found some amazing tickets.  We have friends and family to see in places that it is cost-prohibitive to bring the truck to. We need to re-establish our foundations before we continue on in our truck. We do belong somewhere in the world. We just haven’t seen those places in a very long time. Our kids need to touch homebase. We need to touch homebase before we continue on. We think the next stage with the truck will be especially difficult so we need to get things together a bit more before we continue on.

So, here is the plan.

 

We are going to fly into NYC on the 19th of September and make our way around the states for the next 3 months to be with family and friends. Paying special attention to seeing our oldest 2 children in Texas and my parents and sisters in Oregon. We will be in Oregon for Christmas. This is very important to my mum. She has no less than 10 big boxes of Christmas decorations she brings out every Christmas. 

 

On the 12th of January we will fly to New Zealand. Hopefully, with all 5 kids. Only my two oldest kids have been there when they were babies. Our kids hold New Zealand passports and don’t know it at all.

 

On the 2nd of April we will fly to Sydney, Australia. On the 5th of April we fly to Perth, Australia. In Perth we have Andrew’s family. The kids are frequently bringing it to my attention that they have cousins that they have never met there.

 

On the 6th of May we fly to Hong Kong and then train across to Beijing. China is very difficult, if not impossible to bring the truck into so this is the Asia stop we chose to experience China and possibly to open doors for a return trip in our truck.

 

On the 23rd of May we fly back through London to Germany to our dear truck and join a convoy around Germany and then on through Turkey to Asia and North Africa.

 

How is that for an itinerary?  A great challenge will be to keep the costs down as we will be more vulnerable without our big truck.  We plan to travel with a small, portable kitchen, sleeping bags, pads and some small tents.  Some friends in the U.S. are trying to get us an RV to travel around in. 

 

All very exciting and scary. The kids have already begun to pack. To be perfectly honest, I have begun to pack. I am concerned on finishing some things on the truck because we plan on hitting the ground running when we come back to her. We still need to finish our kitchen counter, install our woodstove and build a better platform on the back of the truck so we can take our motorbike out of the kitchen. It makes a great place to sit but kinda gets in the way sometimes.

My day in Essaouira

I LOVE ESSAOUIRA! :D :D :D

oh, by the way! My name is Alana ,I’ve been traveling with the Jones family for about…….uhm……5 months I think :) I’ve known them for about 4/5 years,

I’ve lived most of my life in italy and two years in Portugal, and right when I was sick of school and planning to go off and travel the world…(but having no money or drivers licence or car or anything haha) they came to visit and invited me to come along :D :D :D

Aaaaaaaanyway…..Last night when the rest of the family went walking around in town I was sick (for the 5th time in 5 months….aaaa!) so I decided to stay in the truck and rest for a bit, buuuuuut this morning Abi,Debbie and I went for a walk……and I must say Essaouira is my favourite Moroccan town! it is simply stunning :P

since its a old town there are a lot of old narrow streets! and I LOVE old and narrow streets :D the only problem was at a certain point we found ourselves in the middle of a tourist group!!!! I have no idea how we got there but it was pretty scary…..and the street kept getting narrower and narrower and a old man turned around and took a picture of Abi and I! (with a really bright FLASH)

AND LOOK! I found a small blue door!!!!!!! it was so cute!!!!! even little me would have to crouch down to get inside it :D I wish I could live in a house with a small blue door…..

another thing I really like about this little town is the colour and cats everywhere !!!!! and those of you who know me know I am a very colourful person,(and I love cats) the only problem with the people here liking colour so much is that I got a lot of unwanted attention from moroccan men :| every 2 minutes or so some guy would yell after me “Rasta!!!!” or “Wow! colourful!” or “Where are you from?” one man took my hand and started stroking it telling debbie that he would give her his address for me and at some point this one guy who was selling shoes wanted to give me free shoes…..people often want to give me shoes because I tend to walk around barefoot…..anyway, Abi was quite happy with me getting all the attention because the night before she was the one getting all the harassment .

last, but not least, Essaouira is a really artsy town.

There were a lot of places that made animals and people out of scraps of metal, bike chains, teapots,spoons and all kinds of things! places where they sold a lot of fabric, I took a zip-up hoodie with a broken zipper in one place wanting to buy a new zipper and the guy there tried to fix it! wich I found really cool because in Europe they wouldnt think of fixing it they would just hand you a zipper and send you on your way.

So, When we were done being tourists we went back to the truck and Abi  and I made a smoothie out of all the fruit and veggies we could find, such as strawberries,avocados,beat-root,ginger,lemon juice and zest,orange,carrots,flax seeds,some delicious orange fruit and other things….

ANYWAY

I should go because everyone is waiting for me to go get italian style ice-cream…..IN MOROCCO! isnt that crazy?

abi keeps biting me……she is now telling me not to be rude and say good bye……….

good bye

Guilmim

We are just outside Guilmim in Morocco. We are borrowing a “dongle” for internet. We have not managed to buy our own. Always ” a day late or a dollar short” as my mom used to always say. They just seem to be waiting for some more every place we go to. Anyways.


Saw a beautiful bunch, herd, flock, whatever, of camels today along the road. We are at a hot spring tonight. The last few days we have been staying at a few campgrounds the last few nights. They are only between 4 and 11 euros a nite but I have been quite enjoying hanging around hippies and travellers. Andrew says I am becoming a snob.
I think part of my snobbery comes from a nice Moroccan man I was talking to last week.

He asked me if I was a tourist or a traveller.

” I dont know”

He looked at me intently and said, “Do you like the Moroccan people?”

“Oh yeah”

Do you like to go out alot and meet people and try new things? You do dont you. I think you are a traveller. Tourists just sit like this (he stretched out his arms, closed his eyes and put his head facing the sun like someone sun bathing) and they do nothing. He looked intently again and said, “Yes, you are a traveller”.

Dang, wow, Yeah. A traveller. Loving and experiencing new cultures and making friends. Problem is now I have snobbery issues with hanging with “White plastics”.

How lame am I. OK I need to try not to be a snob and I need to love all cultures – even the white plastic/tourist culture. They are normally very nice and dont deserve my snobbery. They travel with cute little travel sized dogs, take pictures of flowers, read lots of novels and have great tans. Deep breath. Tonight we hang with white plastics and some nice surfers in an old beige plastic with a bit of personality. Perhaps tomorrow we will venture out to the uncivilized hot springs, 4 km from Fask. Apparently we need to drive to Fask and find a guide as there are no roads going to the uncivilized hot springs.

TJs birthday is coming soon. She turns 8 on the 28th. We would like to take her on a camel ride for her birthday.

Mature Travellers

Just met another amazing retired couple. This couple is German. I am starting to see more and more of these amazing older couples that I cant help but admire. There are some couples that buy their “white plastic” for part-time fun and keep their “bricks and mortar” to come back to. There is this complete other breed, however, that demands respect.

One of the first couples I met recently that I would put into this category would be a couple I met in the South of England. He came up to our truck at a “Camping and Caravanning Club” Site at an old Nursery. He knocked on my door, introduced himself and said

“We are terminal”.

“Excuse me? What was that?”

“I have terminal cancer. I am travelling with an old friend from school. She has emphysema. She is terminal too. We were told to wait around in some old home. Wait to die. We thought this would be better. We cant leave UK because of insurance. We need electricity for the oxygen. I pull a small van behind the motorhome that holds our 2 mobility scooters. We thought this was a better way to live out our last days. We have been travelling like this for 3 years now.”

You just gotta respect this couple.

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I met another German overland couple yesterday. There is something very amazing about this couple. They have been traveling their whole lives. In Germany they say it was with them in the cradle of their birth. I like that. However, Peter is now retired so they have enough money to go where they want. They have been traveling full-time for 7 years now. They have just come back from Morocco and will go to Asia this summer. OK a little math. That would make him at least 72 right? This couple is strong. I would not consider anything about them frail.

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They travel the world in their Mercedes, ex-military, self-build overlander. It is an honour to spend time with them. It is worth learning German just to learn from them. There is this thing that they carry too. They are strong, self-assured, confident. They dont brag – they dont need to. In the last 7 years they have put on 400,000 km and been all over the world with her. Literally, in our short time together she talked to me about their trips to Africa, India, Alaska, United States and talked to me about their 3 weeks in a freighter bringing their truck back from South America. Not really bragging. Talking about it as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do.

I couldn’t imagine them fading away in an old folks home. They will probably die parachuting off some cliff or something. Yeah.

They are not the first German couple we have met like this. Ooooh they are their own breed. They are…. wow I have run out of good adjectives – I think you get the idea.

This reminds me of an old man I met in Orkney. He was there in his motorhome. He was living in it full-time. He told me, “I’ve only been living in my motorhome a few years. I was in a Narrow boat for about 20 years but then it got too difficult moving it around everyday.”

“How old were you when you moved into the narrow boat?”

“Oh, 63 or so.”

That means this man of 83+ is travelling the world solo.

I mean why are we not hearing more about these really amazing older people? Their mere existence screams out “I WILL NOT GO QUIETLY INTO THE NIGHT”. They aren’t waiting. They are LIVING.

I havent completely figured out this group of people. I probably never will. You see, I have seen a lot of hedonists travelling too. Travelling for the pleasure of it. Expecting the world to deliver every pleasure they desire. That is not what these people are about. It is the heart and soul of the adventurer they possess. It is more about witnessing the beauty and diversity of the world. Of standing up in their big, functional, well worn hiking boots or their mobility scooter and saying “I am a witness”. As a people that stand up high and are worthy of heaps of respect and saying “I respect that”. I want to hover in their shadows and look at where their fingers are pointing and learn from them.

Our world is too infatuated with youth. It is really quite ridiculous. First, we have make-up and hair dye. Now, we have moved on with all our heroes getting surgery to make them look younger. Am I the only one seeing this as sorta weird. Yeah, yeah, I know I’m no spring chicken myself but I have been thinking about this for a while now.

We shove our old people aside like garbage. Sure we look after them. Kinda. We help their bodies live that little bit longer but what about their souls. What about listening to them. Learning from them. They have so much to give.

With this couple I met yesterday I didn’t even know what to ask. I must have sat there, staring with my mouth gaping open looking like an idiot. They had so much to teach me. Being wise they gave out precious morsels from time to time. I think that the most I learned from them though was not so much in what they said or did but who they are. What they have been becoming. Just being in the same space with them taught my soul volumes. Does that make any sense? Am I getting weird now? I am just not sure how to word it. Like being in the room with ripe fruit – true maturity. I feel empowered, like I can see better.

I feel my spirit soar.

Yeah, that’s it.

A word about Paulo and Edna and Family

So, been having some great conversations with Paulo and Edna. Living in the Algarve in a bizarre mix of abundance and simplicity and love. Their home is a flat in a rundown villa. They have a circle drive, a beautiful pool and majestic patios. The furnishings are simple and well used. There are animals galore and kids, laughter and crying. There is a toilet that we keep getting locked into because the doorknob refuses any attempts to repair it. There is really weird plumbing (dont want to go into that one).

Paulo and Edna lived in Porto, in the north of Portugal. He had a thriving Tattoo business, 20 years of clients that kept coming back and referring their friends. He was doing 14 tattoos a day. Lots of fame. Lots of money. He came down here to the Algarve to have a life with less tattooing, less money and more time with his family. He has just opened a small tattoo parlor on a back street in the poorest city in western Europe when he could have opened one In Faro where all the money is.

Edna was a model. She celebrated finishing her modeling career by getting her first tattoo on her ankle. She is now pierced, tattooed and head shaven. She says those days of being a model weren’t really her. With a twinkle in her eyes she says she was never really much for caring what other people thought. BTW she also turned away from fame and money. Lately, she has been offered a full-time job doing really good things of helping poor people in the area. She said she doesnt want to do it. “Don’t need the money and I would miss my time with my babies, the mornings I have with Paulo and when nice people come and stay at our house I wouldn’t be able to spend time with them. I can also still help out but I dont want to work away from home full-time.” And she does help out – alot.

You know what I am going to say. They have had what so many want- money, fame. They turned away from it for a happier life. Kinda different huh. I tell you, I think they have the right idea. Sure, their lives arent perfect. They celebrate the uniqueness in themselves and each other and the world around them. They celebrate simple small joys. They even celebrate smelly dogs and nappies. They live unique lives where they celebrate the life in the big and small, the ups and downs of life. What a wonderful family.