The last time I checked the calendar I still had five months to go before leaving England for the Morocco. Now it’s only two and a half months away. I have a sneaky suspicion that when I wake up tomorrow morning I’ll only have a week to go and I’m so far away from being ready.
I’ve just got back from north Cyprus which was a bit of an eye opener. I thought I loved the dirt tracks but actually I’ve found that my perception has changed somewhat and they are now a pain in the arse! We hired a little Peugeot car which was ‘interesting’ to say the least. If you closed the boot too hard the lights fell out and you could feel the steering rack moving under your feet which was far from confidence instilling. On top of that it was a right bugger to get into reverse. Whilst trying to park outside our hotel I failed big time and ended up with a long queue of cars waiting impatiently to get past. In the end I had to get out and let Flowie do it! It was incredibly satisfying to hear all the swearing and crunching noises coming from the gearbox after Flowie had laughed at me!
Having just completely dissed our ‘trusty’ steed we drove it over some tracks that I think were there only for goats and it just kept on going though there were more lights illuminated on the dashboard when we gave it back that when we picked it up including one that said STOP NOW! I remember the Land Rover catch line was ‘The Best Four By Four By Far’. This little steed I called ‘The Best Four By Four Bar Two’ and it really was! So, with all that in mind now I’m starting to wonder if I should be going on the dirt tracks or whether I should be sticking to the roads. I think I’ll just get there and see what happens.