So put me on a Highway Part 2

We entered Bulgaria hoping to leave behind the corrupt policemen we met in Serbia who would ‘negotiate’ your fine for anything they could think of. We started driving around the Sofia ring road and… ‘WOOOOOWWWWWOOOOOOO’ A red light pulled the teachers van and our jeep over to the side of the road. One policeman went over to Tim and the other appeared at my window. ‘Hello…wish countre ?’ ‘English’ ‘Ah… very good… you speak English? ‘ ‘Yeeeeeeeeeeeeees’ ‘Can you come please’ It was freezing outside, I walked back over to the police car were he had got back into the back seat and left me standing in the fog. ‘Papers…’ I gave him all the papers he needed, insurance etc and… ‘Your lights on the trailer… they do not work… You will take your car to the next parking area and come with us to the police station in the city to pay a €300 fine. This will take about three hours…’ He left his words hanging in the air, staring straight back at me from the warmth of his car. ‘€300 for a broken tail light? That is too much!’ ‘Come… we go see inspector and he will tell you…’ He had me by the balls, the taillight did work… it just wasn’t bloody connected! Rule no. one, never offer a bribe… they don’t like that… you just need to get them in the situation that they are doing you the favor of taking cash for nothing. ‘This will take three hours?’ ‘Yes’ ‘I have three young children in the car and my wife… they will freeze out...

So put me on a Highway, and show me a sign

D Day…December 2nd, 3.30am… Three continents, eight countries, 5,000 kilometres, and several breakdowns to cross by 20th December. The grease was still clean on the jeep as the front wheel bearings and new brake callipers had only been fitted the day before. The new engine and diff oil would not make all the difference… but it would help. The radiator still leaked and the main beam and rear t lights on the trailer where still not working. Croatian mechanics answer for fixing old rads and old electrical systems after nine months of begging was still a simple… ‘No’. Once the cruiser had made it to Egypt… the ‘can do’ attitude will have the jeep all fixed up and as good as new. It was now… just a case of getting there. We drove up the hill from Komiza, like we had done a hundred times before. Only this would maybe be the last time we would do this drive all together. We all felt a bit sad leaving our home…and leaving Sooty and Jessie, the two strays who had five stared it with us for the last nine months. We drove in silence, thinking of what we were leaving behind… and what was to come. In Bosnia, there was still a lot of snow on the mountains from the week before and… well you can’t drive past a ski resort covered in snow… ‘Can you Dad… I mean… we won’t see snow again for a wholes year Dad and oh pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssse Dad, can we go up to the Ski resort and play in the snow…? Happiness is a snowball...