The moment I finally set off again with the borrowed bus, back on the road, he showed up. Many thousands of kilometres away from me, in Portugal. I had barely 24 hours to decide. No time to go there and see it before deciding to buy. So i asked some friends in the area for their impressions – and I listened to my body, which had a very clear YES.
So I said yes. Sent a deposit and, full of joyful excitement, changed my route – taking the shortest way to the Alentejo, to “my” bus. You can see it in the picture above. A Volkswagen T4, built in 1993. Yes, it’s a smaller vehicle than I thought I wanted. I’ve learned in the last few weeks, travelling in the borrowed T4, that I totally like this size and feel very comfortable in it. Small, but totally adequate. I like it minimalistic anyway. And, as I said, the decision came beyond thought and argument, straight from my body, and it was clear. This is my bus.
This will be my home, and my travelling raw food café.
There is still a way to go. Work, time … and money, my head says. Many things I have no idea how to do yet. But the journey is the destination, as we all know, and I am full of joy and excitement (and yes, a little bit of overwhelm and worry appears now and then).
First of all, there are some repairs to be done. Some of them, things I definitely can’t do myself, will be done by someone in Portugal, while I make my way back to D to return the borrowed bus. Afterwards, I drive or fly back to Portugal and collect my bus.
The “new” bus will need a little love. Minor rust spots have to be repaired and door seals replaced. And then …. the conversion. Exciting, all of it. A bit overwhelming too … So I keep holding still. Breathe. And just keep going. Step by step.
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