It took me six hours to get home from Johannesburg the other day – normally a two hour flight. I sat in the airport fantasising about alternate modes of transport. Ones that didn’t involve checking in and finding “the plane was delayed in Cape Town and repositioning has meant further delay. Out of our control.” Insult to injury – BA then merged two flights and I had a large, half-cut, smelly man sitting on my lap the whole way home.
Private jet is out of budget, time travel not invented, teleportation likewise. So, now long journey = flight. But what if I drove? Which got me into working out budgets … petrol, somewhere to stay, snacks … and that delivered me rolling door to door. Cue the recreational vehicle, aka RV: created by Travellers, improved on by Germans, fine-tuned by Americans.
And now desired by me. Travel would take on a whole new and happier dimension. I would install wi-fi and satellite TV and develop an interactive map of safe places to tie up, dog friendly restaurants, farmers markets and great coffee shops. I will have a compact kitchen, decent loo and separate (possibly outside) shower. There would be no packing and unpacking. And my chart would feature happy wishywashys that served cocktails. So my smalls would always be fresh and fragrant.
Then I amused myself imagining what the road-mobile would look like (hate the arrvee appelation, both in initial and full) – and did a little mooching on the free airport wi-fi. Passed two of the many hours – and, when my ship comes in, one of these will roll off it.
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