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Introduction

Everyone has a chance to dream - not everyone realises them - this will be my story, my dream.

Ever since I was a young boy I have always liked well made machines - 'classics' by todays standards - I always liked tales of adventure too - the bigger, the longer, the harder, the better.

Four years ago I embarked upon the first part of that adventure - which was to emigrate to the Land of the long white cloud (New Zealand) - I also started saving up for my journey across the world - London to Wellington. The car in question for such a trip was to be a 1967 MG Magnette.

The trip is to be the most ambitious of adventures that I have ever taken and it will be independent and I will be unaccompanied. Europe, the Middle East and Asia - at least two sea crossings, 'cartes de passage' for the MG - my own visas, tool kit, maps, Lonely Planet guides, changes of currency, spare parts, camping accessories and a field kitchen - not to mention a healthy amount of whit and invention will be needed.

The date of departure is scheduled for 3rd May. My plan is to update this site on a weekly basis to share the sense of adventure to fellow enthusiasts. (And to give those of you a chance to help sponsor the trip - perhaps a beer for the day or my dinner that evening, maybe even a whole days sponsor.) You will get a mention in the blog, where you will be my spiritual companion for the day.

Until then keep reading, I have my last minute adjustments to make.

Chris Evans explains his plan


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As with all big projects its the support from friends that makes the difference,so I would like to say a big big thankyou to Paul and Mike and Linda and Emily for helping with the specialist parts and for being so efficient and swift and proffesional.
So I shall raise a glass to MG BITS when at my first port of call in Belgium where I am reliably told they sell the finest Beer in the world brewed by none other than Trappist monks......DING DONG!!!!




Friday, September 11, 2009

Rat

I boarded the bus at 7pm 3rd september, I was the last on and got the broken chair with no arm rest sitting in the isle......when I finally fell asleep I lost my balance and nearly fell on to floor which was then occupied by another passenger attempting to sleep...fortunately I stayed in my seat... The bus pulled into a truck stop at 2 am and we all piled off only to be shouted at by the bus driver to be back on board in 30 minutes...the passegers headed for the shack they called the restaurant an ordered warm beer.....I gave it a miss, instead opting for a dry biscuit....mmmhhhh.
No-one was left behind and we finally made it to the southern gulf of Thailand, where we had to wait in the restroom for 3 more hours until the sun came up to get the boat...what a beautiful sunrise as the waves lapped the small wooden craft filled with backpackers....
On disembarkation I was gathered up by a local Thai and taken to a beach hut a price agreed and then I caught up on some well earned rest after such a long trip across the country, only to be rudely awoken by my hidden flat mate...some kind of a lizard. Bloody hell they can make a racket cant they...on closer inspection I found the cheeky chap in the bathroom stuck to the wall..if he carrys on I thought he will be stuck to my foot....
I got up in the afternoon and decided to smarten myself up a bit so showered and headed off to get my haircut at a barbers I saw on the way through. I entered the shop and local Thai Girl asked what cut I wanted and sat me down and got to work...She put the nylon cloak over me and started cutting away and when she came around the left side of me...because my elbows were hanging over the arms of the barbers chair (enjoying the sheer luxury after the bus ride) the girl brushed against me, I thought it strange to be wearing a money belt when there was a perfectly good cash registar in operation. I then looked down and realised there was no money belt and my hairdresser had enormous hands and an Adams apple...is there nowhere I can go without being harrassed!? Hahaha, anyway at least I didnt get chased by her? Him? Like the wild dogs in Turkey...
The following days I explored the island on foot...only a few motorbikes touring aroung the exceptionally hilly terrain, but otherwise great views and lots of tranquility......the sea was a perfect turqoise and super clear...
I returned after some swimming and a lovely fresh thai cooked meal of "Pad Thai"
The bars are packed to the rafters of an evening and happy hour seems to last until the early hours...I found a quieter hut on my second day to avoid all the drunken teenagers, but I now have a new lizard even bigger than the last one and a rat that woke me up at 2am trying to eat my morning croissant that I left next to my wardrobe russtling the packet....
I picked up the lizard and threw him at the rat...no problem now...(only kidding Brett and Jaro)...

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