haganap
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- Dec 5, 2007
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- I'm an oldbie MH number 10
Right, Ok, so I have a house..It has good size bedrooms, a garden a huge kitchen and living area. It has a garage big enough to fit my scooter 6 bikes an array of tools and even a small car in.
In my house I'm able to stretch out on a bed or in the lounge and guess what? when I go for c**p I sit down stretch my legs out and when finshed push a button and boom it's all gone never to be seen again. I turn as many lights on as I like when I like always get a satelite signal and the two big dogs fly around the house at their own will without any concern before running loose off in to the garden to shout at a cat... This place costs twice the price of a top of the range Cathago and only goes up in value it seems.
Against.
for what seems judging by Nikki's little red book of where we have stayed 3 months per year we choose this..
Being couped up in an 8 meter by 2 meter box made of GRP with no garden to call our own whereby we manage to cook and prepare food on a surface the size of a dinner tray. Where I up and load a scooter and bikes with fort knocks type security if I'm going over the water to avoid theft. Where I am forced on to if I'm lucky a space of 10 x 6 meters. Once there and depending where I am, the lights only come on freely when I am sure the sun has shone long enough throughout the day and the TV only comes on providing said marshal or site hitler hasn't parked me under a tree destroying any chance of a signal.
I am then either forced to share a portaloo with 200 other campers or use my own "state of the art facilities" or in other words, shit in a plastic bucket with me knees touching my chin so I can fit in and make sure the old man squeezes in as well in order not to pee over the top. Having performed this task I get to then go and check mine and Nikki's contribution to waste development whilst watching other poor men (and the occasional and I mean very occasional female) carry out the "avoid the splash back" job. Then when my neighbor comes around I am forced to listen to him tell me how Hymer's are the greatest derision seen by man kind and he once got gassed at a services in Bolton. On top of this when anything goes wrong with said van, I am asked would I like to take personal finance out to replace the sink washer that had to be specially ordered from the manufacture at a cost of 10k . All the while I sit in the van and when I speak to a dealer he tells me the van has lost 25% of it's value since I bought it because with 32k on the clock it's high mileage but whilst listening to him telling another punter that 32k guv, not even ran in for one of these, they go around the world and to the moon and back...
So why do we do it? and more importantly why am I off to the Motorhome show on Sunday looking to see if they have anything up to about 80k that fits my needs? and of course is "the perfect van" THE PERFECT ONE... is that what it is? the pursuit of the PERFECT VAN?
There must be something in it that's kept me going for the past 15 years of doing it!!!
In my house I'm able to stretch out on a bed or in the lounge and guess what? when I go for c**p I sit down stretch my legs out and when finshed push a button and boom it's all gone never to be seen again. I turn as many lights on as I like when I like always get a satelite signal and the two big dogs fly around the house at their own will without any concern before running loose off in to the garden to shout at a cat... This place costs twice the price of a top of the range Cathago and only goes up in value it seems.
Against.
for what seems judging by Nikki's little red book of where we have stayed 3 months per year we choose this..
Being couped up in an 8 meter by 2 meter box made of GRP with no garden to call our own whereby we manage to cook and prepare food on a surface the size of a dinner tray. Where I up and load a scooter and bikes with fort knocks type security if I'm going over the water to avoid theft. Where I am forced on to if I'm lucky a space of 10 x 6 meters. Once there and depending where I am, the lights only come on freely when I am sure the sun has shone long enough throughout the day and the TV only comes on providing said marshal or site hitler hasn't parked me under a tree destroying any chance of a signal.
I am then either forced to share a portaloo with 200 other campers or use my own "state of the art facilities" or in other words, shit in a plastic bucket with me knees touching my chin so I can fit in and make sure the old man squeezes in as well in order not to pee over the top. Having performed this task I get to then go and check mine and Nikki's contribution to waste development whilst watching other poor men (and the occasional and I mean very occasional female) carry out the "avoid the splash back" job. Then when my neighbor comes around I am forced to listen to him tell me how Hymer's are the greatest derision seen by man kind and he once got gassed at a services in Bolton. On top of this when anything goes wrong with said van, I am asked would I like to take personal finance out to replace the sink washer that had to be specially ordered from the manufacture at a cost of 10k . All the while I sit in the van and when I speak to a dealer he tells me the van has lost 25% of it's value since I bought it because with 32k on the clock it's high mileage but whilst listening to him telling another punter that 32k guv, not even ran in for one of these, they go around the world and to the moon and back...
So why do we do it? and more importantly why am I off to the Motorhome show on Sunday looking to see if they have anything up to about 80k that fits my needs? and of course is "the perfect van" THE PERFECT ONE... is that what it is? the pursuit of the PERFECT VAN?
There must be something in it that's kept me going for the past 15 years of doing it!!!
