Vanlife, the second week. Day 8: Saturday

Day 8: Saturday

My first big trip in the van, and everything’s ready to go! Everything, that is, apart from me, as I once again wake up in the White Horse car park with a hangover. A quick glance out of the window reveals that Phil must have been too drunk to drive himself, as his car is parked next to me. What an enjoyable night. Continue reading “Vanlife, the second week. Day 8: Saturday”