With One Hand Waving Free.

Spent about a hour talking to my Dad about his two roadtrips around Europe in the 70s, while he was in uni. In one of those hippie camper vans.

The first summer they went to France, Switzerland, Austria, Italy & France again.

Then the second summer they went France, Switzerland, Austria, Hungary, Croatia, Montenegro, Albania, Greece and back again.

The only things they spent money on was petrol, food and beer. They slept either in the van, in a tent or on the beach.

He says he's gonna dig out the slides he has to clean up and show me.

But it's so hard to get the stories out of him, he's very modest, and doesn't talk about all the awesome things hes done unless he's prompted.

I'm so incredibly jealous. This is something I'm dying to do!