The journey has started

Today I realised it is not a dream anymore… it’s not something that might happen in the future, the journey for me, started today. I was hammering our new (20 year old) American motor home down the Reborn Rd with Dave our loyal mechanic who had his head in the exposed engine inside the cab as it blasted out all sorts of noises, fumes and unidentified flying objects. The engine gets hot through the protective cover that is normally there, but today it is blasting red hot air straight on to my legs which I have to keep checking are not on fire. You know the mad max films… I felt like Mel Gibson and Dave was the guy in the little aeroplane saving my arse! We have a fuel starvation problem and the bus as I call it, will not go up hills. As the Balkans are probably one of the hilliest parts of the world (Macedonia is 80% sheer mountain) we are keen to get it sorted before leaving. Dave speaks English, knows a lot about engines and well… has some tools. Breaking down in Bosnia is something I am keen to avoid at the moment. Tomorrow we will cut the fuel lines and feed the engine through a hosepipe out the window with a petrol can on the end of it. I feel Mad Max 2 will be the order of the day. We are pretty much ready to go with the kids being far cooler about the whole thing than we are. “I’ve decided what teddies I’m taking Dad and my teacher knows that I’m...