We are off! We are officially allowed to drive an enormous van on the wrong side of the road! Well, Mr Hotford is. I managed to leave my driver’s license at home, accidentally tucked up in a box with all the other cards from my wallet I deemed not useful enough to take with us. So, with a driver of one, this beast is off.
The first day of driving an RV came with all the things you’d expect from the first day of driving an RV. In order, in the first five minutes:
- a dodgy u-turn straight out of the depot due to not believing Google maps
- getting tooted by all drivers in the vicinity as we careened onto the freeway
- a large bag of pillows falling on Mr Hotford’s head while driving
We soon found our groove, with me as master navigator and the girls fully entertaining themselves in the back – strapped in to their boosters of course, gone are the days when people roam about in the back of RVs on the move. They closed the curtains for some reason so they missed the lion’s share of Southern California but who is complaining – driver and navigator had nothing left for entertaining or cajoling.
We made it, exhausted but rather proud, to our pre-booked RV park just north of San Diego. The office had already closed, meaning that we had no special card to let us into the toilet block. “No worries!” we thought. “We are self-sufficient in the toilet department!” So we let A. Hotford use the onboard facilities and got on with our evening.
An hour or two later, Mr Hotford noticed water leaking out of the back of the van. Checking the loo, his horrified face returned with a look that could only mean “The toilet is overflowing and it is complete with floaters…”
Much decanting into receptacles ensued, followed by our first visit to the dump station (the place where you pump out your sewage) far earlier than expected. Luckily we fixed it, lathered on the hand sanitiser and finally all made it to bed around 10pm tucked up nicely.
It was a fitful sleep – the RV park is very handy for transport as it is wedged between the freeway and the railway, but less handy for a nice quiet night. It was all over at 5am when the girls both woke up saying they were hungry. All we had was a mandarin and a muesli bar, which bought us an hour while we mustered our strength to drive the van into San Diego to explore and forage for food. And that is another story…
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