18 wheels on our wagon, and we're still rolling along...

Drive days are generally fairly tedious affairs, apart from the occasional spectacular view,  snack stop or someone's unexpected snort or fart to keep us entertained. Otherwise it is a long day of dusty roads broken up by sleeping, reading and erratic toilet stop. So I thought I would take this opportunity to give you a little insight into life travelling on a truck.

The ride is no means luxurious, there is no air conditioning, mini bar or onboard toilet. You either cook in the front, baking behind the windows that don't open, or you are bounced into submission in the back. The further back you go, the bumpier it is. Needless to say, we are currently on the back seat and it has already taken me nearly an hour just to write up to here as I battle focussing on the screen and pressing the right buttons.

The best seats in the house are the coveted library seats because of they are situated I the middle and have extra leg room. We have made it there once in nearly 4 weeks.

Me and my Ayran! Natural yoghurt drink

Here is a photo for you. Note the curtains drawn as the people in the front try in vain to evade the heat and the slight blurring as the photo was taken as the went over another pothole.

There are constant rattling noises and things falling out of the overhead storage and I am sure, by the end of today, I will be several inches shorter after a particularly bumpy ride.

Having said all this, and not even 1/6 of the way into our overland expedition and despite one break down already, we already have a strange sense of loyalty to this truck. It is almost as if the truck isn't a lump of metal or just a means of transport, but actually another member of our party.