You never really know what John will get up to next.
He is famous for sticking beer bottle labels to the tables on the stoep at the hotel in Bot Rivier. Seems he is having a go at paperhanging the bus interior now with same. One of the really good things about the bus is that nothing you inflict on it has a detrimental effect.
This set the tone for the day and we’ve not done a great deal of anything. Just generally mooched about a lot. I managed to lose all the camping gear, which was previously chucked on or around the driver’s seat, so a big improvement. It could be a nice place to sit. This meant I first had to lose the previous contents of said underseat compartment, some very chintzy spare curtains – never in a million years. Charity shop then. Trouble with those places, I always come out with more than I take in.
I did find some good old winter woollies though, which might come in handy if the evenings continue to be chilly.
Had lunch at the hotel – chicken burgers. We are limiting our eating out and our visits to the hotel the best we can for two reasons. 1) To make the money last and 2) In the interests of sobriety. It is impossible to just pop in for one, though we have gone there with this in mind on many occasions. It just doesn’t work and always turns into a session.
It has good accommodation – shorter but wider than the boat.
Not so bad eh? We like it.
Lots of plans for the front compartment – all in good time.
The son has gone now, so it’s time to rattle those pots and pans. The gas rings tend to warm up the bus but I might just have to add the socks….
It’s lovely, a real home from home but on sand. Is that a pink vanity unit?
Yeah, looking good.
No, not pink, but I can see why you would say that. I think the sun shining through the purple curtains has something to do with it!
It’s actually brown. Very brown.