It was a real close call to getting the van MOT'd and ready for the holiday and cretain things like the stereo and the kids telly still wernt rigged up but never the less on thursday the 19th we set off for dover.... albeit an hour later than originaly planned...
All was going well if not juicy
, i guess i now realise the true extent of running the original gearbox and constantly being on boost
. Untill we got within spitting distance of the dartford bridge where there had been a breakdown in the fast lane and it was coned off down to one lane...at rush hour !!! this is the time i find out the fan isnt coming on and cooling the beast down
......pants..
Luckily was get through the toll and steam our way down ( although not as fast as the fuel tank needle ) and get to the docks with ten minutes to spare, but the customs guy has other ideas and wants to tell me storys of the buses had had many years back and we get to see the ferry set off into the sun set.....wicked..
An hour and a half later with a belly full of burger king were on board and heading for frech soil........
On arrival the go go tank is deep in the red and we have to find supplies at this point it's half eleven at night and as we travel the water temp is slowly rising
All becomes clear when im filling up and my bare foot gets a river of hot coolant leak down from under the van, i can only assume i caught the pipe or the heat had loosened a couple of jubalee clip...... so under i go with only a street light for guildance, then the fun bit...unloading all the bedding and luggage so i can top up the water :chair: all seems ok and away we go
The rest of the way down to Disney is un adventfull and we have a nice kip in the van....all five of us
Disney is Disney although it's open till eleven pm and the kids want all of it, not bad going for a five a three and a nearly two year old...
I finally get to pull out of the car park at a quarter to twelve and head south.......... at three am id had enough and pull over into an aire de what ever, change the van around and get me head down...........
Wake up around nine to a light breeze through the van, look over and the driver door curtain is blowing in the wind
climb over to find all the bags on the drivers seat are gone and the doors wide open
. get out the van to find all the luggage bags neatly piled up with my mobile phone on top...... i wake the wife to ask if she had got out in the night and then see the door lock has been mashed up... we'd been done
After a mass inspection it seems they had taken the wifes second hand bag which contained most of the paper work and what ever woman put in those bags... and a what looks like a laptop bag but is infact a picnic..... bonus!!!! untill we started with breakfast and the kids didnt have bowls for their cereal :bounce: ......
So on we go clocking up the km's.............. as we pull up for yet more go go juice there's plooms of white smoke coming from the back
..turns out there a leak on the turbo return pipe and its dripping staight down onto the exaust, got some very nervous looks from the others at the pumps
couldnt work out where it was coming from so just carried on.....
Had a few worries with over heating sitting at the peages, but nothing major and apart from the fuel bill it was all good fun. Didnt even notice hills untill i started overtaking things, and there's something to be said for beemer drivers getting the ump by being pasedt by an old baywindow
I was making the route up as we travelled and it was pure fluke we ended up going over the millau (sp) viaduct
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Then fifty or so K from our destination we get stuck in traffic...heavy traffic, and the bus dont like it..... they had coned off a section under a bridge and we had to go off up the ramp , over a roundabout down a bit , then back on the motorway. well the bus got up the ramp and the clutch went.. Now i dont know if the copper pipe got too hot or i had clipped it somewhere along the route but hydraulic fluid was squirting everywhere.... this one situation i hadn't prepared for......
Now i have AA cover but i hadnt taken out euro cover and my insurance is only for recovery so i had to bite the bullit...........
I waited for all the traffic to clear, hauled it into second and kept turning it over till she was running which was intersting being as we were at the mouth of the roundabout
.. knocked it out of gear and grinded the hell out of it till she finally accepted fourth, and away we went...
Ten K down the road were back out of juice and my eldest is complaing out a bad smell which isw giving her head ache. we pull up into the petrol station and as get get near the pump i knock it out of gear and go for the handbrake............ which has been on the whole way!!! i have to jump out and flinstone it as we pass by the pump
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So there i am hungry ,thirsty, tired ( it's half ten by then ) covered in crap filling up the van that has plooms of oil smoke coming out the back, it's hot still, the kids have had enough and are playing up and the wife has the look of thunderous rage upon her face...... all's good then
All bar a few minor inccidents ( taking roundabouts in fourth and not giving way )we make it onto site
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Next day we contact the uk to get numbers for recovery and everything is aok..... we take a nice stroll down to the nearest supermarket, which ends up being the best part of two miles away and in 35 degree plus heat its all fun and games... as we have the tv in the back of the van we decided to get a cheap dvd player so the kids have something to watch through out the week ( ok for me to watch films on at night over a bottle or two of the local vino ), get it back set it up and ask the missus for the dvd's........ 'oh .they were in the missing bag' ..give me strength...
The couriers were very sympathetic and leant us a bunch of films so all turned out ok...... called the recovery and a guy was there within two hours to get the bus ( although i had to take the exhaust off just so he could get it on) and we had to leave all the stuff which we wouldnt be able to carry to get back.....
Some other things happened during the week but im my fingers are hurting now and i bet your getting bored so i'll cut to the home coming...
I call the recovery people on friday to find out how were getting home, they say they'll call back later with flight details as it seems the best way.. i hear nothing so call back and they say theyre still waiting conformation and will call back....
Saturday 7:35 am i get a call asking will we be making the 8:00am flight......er' no ive just woken up with no knowledge of this , were not packed and the airport is over 30 k away.......... i ask is there a taxi waiting then? to get a 'no... cant you drive there?'....
Anyway all is made good, if not complicated... we get flights the next day to paris orly where we have to get a coach across paris to fly out of paris charles de gaule to heathrow...... remember thats with three young kids and a wife that doesnt like motion unless she's in control ...
Oh and to top it off i had to get one of the guy's from work to come over and drill our locks out as we had left both our sets of keys in the bus
Would i do it again?................
Hell yeah!!!!!!! roll on next year
...... although if i cant get the gearbox ratio's sorted the bus is going up for swaps on a t4 tdi like i promised the wife ....