The Search Begins.

I have wanted a camper van for as long as I can remember.

I have grown up camping. In motorhomes, caravans, tents, RVs. Anything. 

For our family holidays, we would catch a ferry to France and then just follow the sun. We would look in guide books, see pictures of places we would like to see, and head in that direction. 

Most of my favourite memories of growing up are of those holidays. They taught me so much, introduced me to so many places, and gave me a sense of wanderlust that has never has never gone. 

As such, I couldn't wait until I was old enough to have my own camper van. Birthdays were not a lust for presents, a reason for big parties, or a wait for a day when I could go out drinking and clubbing. They were a count down until I could start driving, get my license, and by a camper. 

Of course, in a cliché, but I think fully understandable manner, the dream has always been a dub. With those big chromed eyes, that cosy interior, and that shiny VW badge, who could not want one? 

Finally, after saving, working hard, and waiting, I have come to point where I am in a position to start searching for my own camper van. 

Goodbye broken poles, out-of-shape tent pegs, and cold nights on deflated airbeds. It's time for the camper van search to begin.