Permanent travellers: What do you *dislike* most about living on the road?
These questions are directed at people who do not have a home to which they may return. I suspect they have a different mindset to those who may spend lengthy periods on the road but know they always have a home waiting for them.
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"I beseech you in the bowels of Christ think it possible you may be mistaken"
Oliver Cromwell, 3rd August 1650 - in a letter to the General Assembly of the Kirk of Scotland
Long term health problems. One of us has a couple of issues that will one day require a base - WTH to do then is a lurking concern. But that's why we're doing this now, because otherwise we will run out of time... Other than that, none really.
-- Edited by RosieW on Sunday 4th of June 2017 09:36:12 AM
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The Mobile Madhouse: me (Rosie), him (Troy), a kelpie, a kelpie-dingo, a husky & a rainbow lorikeet.
Ok then , I dislike the fact that internet connection is intermittent and I cant always keep up to date with the wisdom imparted on forums such as this .
My first 4 1\2 ish yrs of marriage. We lived. travelled and worked from a caravan.
First two kids born in that time. 7 months gone with third when house completed to move in WHew.....
Didn't even give it a thought.
You have\are what you are.
Normally. people who LIVE in vans.
Either want to.
so have mentally, pre accepted anything that may occur.
Or are of smaller wallet. and see it as a better choice
than giving somebody else the little you have to live under their roof.
IE. Money in fire every week.
Apart from one 3 yr session. I've never lived under a rented roof in my life.
After the accident and until I could exist on yacht again at sea.
If you can physically handle the doing of. setting up and down of travel.
Normally. You healthy\fit enough for the lifestyle.
Or you'd stick it in a residential van area somewhere.
ANYbody can get sick. Comes with the action of breathing.
So (normally) can't be pre planned for.
Just do your thing and don't worry about it.
I was in Hospital Fri evening.
When in my 20's. Digging pipeline trenches. a Dozer behind me
Backfilled a main power pole over.
Cables wrapped round my excavator. and I had steel capped boots with studs. for grip in the ice.
Steel on steel on ground. with a large power surge.
Straightened my hair for a while.
I got over it.
but anybody looking at my ECG charts has a heart attack themselves.
1\3rd of my beats are upside down. (Reversed.)
Which equals less current flow. less blood flow. Headaches.
and a heart that does some real weird things at times.
like down to 25 bpm and hops and skips all over the place.
I can FEEL my pulse pressure every second I'm awake.
through eardrum pressure.
Listening to it now..
And you lot think YOU have problems.
As long as it's quick. What the hell.
75yrs. I've had a good run.
THE ONLY thing we all have to remember.
IS...
That we've ALL been dying since we took our first breath.
I thought of something - washing machines that leave our clothes dirty/wringing wet! Laundromats & caravan parks both do this, and it gives me the irrits!
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The Mobile Madhouse: me (Rosie), him (Troy), a kelpie, a kelpie-dingo, a husky & a rainbow lorikeet.
The Phantom "Pooper" that seems to frequent every caravan park toilet facility.....there you are,... sitting quietly in your cubicle, savouring the magic of your moment.....and then ...'HE/IT'.. can be
heard coming to a toilet cubicle near you,.... bouncing along on his knuckles...Neatherandal Man.....never seen him...only ever heard him, countless times......clears his nostrils as he
prepares his assault...spits in the sink.....makes more noise settling 'down' than is reasonable or natural....often whistling an unidentifiable tune......farts incessantly with attendant malodours.....sprays his load..never simply gives forth gently/quietly like the rest of us normal folk, who by now are quiet as mice, so as not to give away our presence/position to this enemy......as it may encourage him further.....waiting for Neatherandal man to depart/burst forth from his stalls..............which he invariably does like a raging bull... with all manner of noises/unnatural sounds......
Although I have been known to rush out shortly after to try and glimpse whatever/whoever it is......never seen him, nor where it disappears to.....only see some sedate old man or whatever in the distance.....have you too shared an unhappy moment with a 'Phantom Pooper'?.....
Beware he lurks amongst us......although I'm sure he's not a Grey Nomad....we are simply not that energetic, particularly not at crappp time.....
Other than that the rest is blissfull nonchalance on the road....doing whatever, wherever you wish to go.....Hoo Roo
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'You are loved when you are born...you will be loved when you die....In between, You have to manage!'....
Church Sign: 'Where will you be sitting in Eternity?..smoking, or non-smoking?....
It does not matter how many cubicles might be free, you might be the only one in there with ten free on either side, and he sits down in the one next to you. Your only thought is that he needs to see a proctologist, and urgently!
Forgetting my glasses when confronting those ridiculously small code number locks on the outside of some CV shower/toilet blocks, when going for a shower......why can't they be really large,
for tired old eyes?.....a code is still a code to get in...the last thing you need in a shower cubicle is your glasses...when you look like me it must be confronting to some, when I loiter outside
waiting for a non vision impaired bloke to showup to do the code.......lmao..Hoo Roo
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'You are loved when you are born...you will be loved when you die....In between, You have to manage!'....
Church Sign: 'Where will you be sitting in Eternity?..smoking, or non-smoking?....
Forgetting my glasses when confronting those ridiculously small code number locks on the outside of some CV shower/toilet blocks, when going for a shower......why can't they be really large,
for tired old eyes?.....a code is still a code to get in...the last thing you need in a shower cubicle is your glasses...when you look like me it must be confronting to some, when I loiter outside
waiting for a non vision impaired bloke to showup to do the code.......lmao..Hoo Roo
maybe pack a little magnifying glass in your toiletries bag Mr Finger?
Delusional caravan park operators is my bugbear. Playing god with gypsies. Hahah....thankfully we have wikicamps and forums to keep them on the ball.
Yes....we certainly have a different mindset from what I call the SAS (Saturday and Sunday's).
Probably one of my other bugbears is the SAS cackling at happy hours, lighting fires, and babbling about the roads they've travelled and how generators, washing machines and TVs aren't necessary.
