About Travelling Vans
Of course, every single trip I’ve taken, with one or another person, that fills my heart and soul with complete and utter joy, there were so many moments that made us laugh so hard, we believed it was worth sharing with the world. At times they were noted down in phone notes, and possibly lost over the course the years of broken phone screens, or phones falling into canals, or just general incompatibility of phone notes files, from on brand to another.
While the notes might have been lost, the ideas, the memories and feelings were not. The intimate thoughts of travellers on this journey were not. But the idea of the name came from here. This exact picture.
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These are the travelling vans. These shoes have seen so much of the world combined, as not a lot of people in their lifetimes.
So, a pair of them is Marusa, this impersonation of sunshine, that will be appearing in these notes a lot. You’ll hear a lot of hilarious stories along the lines of, how she chose a restaurant in San Cristobal in Mexico on the first day, and we were so happy we only paid 26$ for a 3-course meal for two with drinks and coffee, just to find out in the end that it was some fancy dining (really not our style) restaurant, and that a meal for two in San Christobal in reality costs about 7$ for two. I think after a few years of traveling the world this pair of Vans got dirtier and dirtier (Marusa, I’m looking at you), and after not following my advice to wash them in the washing machine, she just got a new pair to show them the world.
My pair is from a charity shop in London, so who knows what kind of stories this pair has to share from before it came to me. We’ll never know. My pair has been washed in the washing machine, and also has two orange spots from bleaching my hair one time or another, wearing shoes for some reason (probably drunk). However, they’re still rocking and traveling the world, but they’re soon ready to give up. Thanks to London charity shops there are two more £6 pairs at home, waiting to see the world in the proper Travelling Vans Fashion.
This is where the name came from. Way before these words ever touched the paper (haha, just kidding, the keyboard/screen), Marusa wanted to kick off the promotions of the at-the-time none existent blog, by sharing a picture of our trip and our Travelling Vans, but due to me transferring into adulthood and choosing comfort over fashion, I wore some comfy-but-ugly-as-fuck hiking shoes most of our trip, hence very few picture feature the actual Travelling Vans. So, yes, I’ve been told off and about a month later I haven’t taken my ugly hiking shoes on this trip. Yesterday I did a hike, in my Travelling Vans, and now my feet hurt (despite my eternal advocacy for Vans comfort – I once walked a charity marathon in those same Vans. I can still feel the pain of every step, and the questionable look of my co-workers in ugly hiking shoes).
So these pages are here, to explore my experiences, with people, on my own, and maybe other people’s experiences without me. Let’s see where the journey takes up. Funny stories, the you-just-had-to-be-there jokes, advice, hard-learned lessons, and anything else that comes up.
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Image description: Is the lady behind me judging my lack of commitment to Travelling Vans (obvious answer), my ugly hiking shoes (they’re really really really comfy tho), or the 9 in the morning ‘’summer girl in Mexico’’ street photoshoot, while it’s actually about 10 degrees outside?)
