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January 8, 2004
Downton, Near Ludlow, UK
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52°22.260'N 2°49.199'W
Stonebrook Lodge
"I spent a month in Southampton one week. . ."
Connie came to the conclusion that many of the homeless people on the streets of Southampton, England were in fact
travelers who had come to collect a shipment from overseas and have been
waiting, in some cases for decades, for the well-oiled machinery of
customs to perform its machinations. After our third day wandering the
streets in the same clothes, we too began to feel and smell like these
wayward drifters in search of their long lost possessions. After waiting out Monday and Tuesday,
hoping for things to happen naturally, we took matters into our own hands
on Wednesday and delivered each bit of paper in person to its appropriate
recipient. This cost a packet in cab fare, but did seem to move the
process along a bit. By Thursday afternoon we were finally told that our
container was ready to be unpacked. We ran (almost literally) to the
location our container had been dropped, and discovered our vehicles
upright and still in one piece!
With great excitement we re-connected the
batteries, started them up and drove them out of the container. We
immediately hit the road and made the four-hour drive to Ludlow, where we
are the guests of Liz and Tony Jackson, Graham's parents. We will be
spending the next few days tracking down some last minute parts required
for the vehicles and making final preparations.
We hope to begin our journey south toward
the dark continent by the end of next week. After 2 weeks of typical
British mid-winter rain and overcast skies, we are looking forward to some
Moroccan sun!
January 17, 2004
Portmouth, UK
233.9km
233.9km
49°29.336'N 0°07.193'W
Ferry between Pourtsmouth, UK and Le Havre, France
We have finally embarked on our journey toward
Africa. What's done on the vehicles is done, and what's not done doesn't
need to be done. We departed Graham's parents' home in Downton at 2pm to
make the four hour drive to Portsmouth to catch our ferry to France. It was an uneventful trip through the English country-side, culminating at the ferry port and dinner at a pub.
We drove onto the ferry at 10:00pm and stayed awake long enough to watch
England disappear in our wake. Then to bed for some much needed sleep,
after a long day of packing and loading.
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