Ups, I did it again. I make at least one fuck up mistake a day, but today I brought this to a whole new level. (Mom, if you are reading, stop now, you can still prevent a heart attack).
My top fuck-ups:
1. Leaving the drawer with cutlery unlocked. Seconds later, in the first curve, it opended widely and stopped only few cms from Gioia’s nose
2. Closing the window shades of a specific window in such a way they were almost permanently destroyed
3. Closing and ‘securing’ the windows when leaving the camper, wondering why there is a persistent 1 cm distance and why they ‘seem’ open. Guess what, they ‘were’ open. Tens of mosquitos were the proof of it.
4. Falling from the ladder (honestly they s*ck because they do not click anywhere, so with a wrong distribution of your weight you can fall backwards – together with the ladder)
But the grande belissimo non comparable fuck-up, which made me think if I even want to continue this trip (so bad it was), was today. Martijn was wondering if all windows were closed cause he felt a bit of a breeze while driving. (Reminder: Alex and I slept together in the bed above the steering wheel). We stopped, he climbs up and he realizes there-is-no-side-window-at-all. As in: the window flew away. As in: the window was never closed (apparently). Ups.
We are now travelling with a hole on our roof, amateurely sealed with the top of an IKEA transparent box that we use in our storage. And contrary to all weather forecasts it just started raining. Ups.
There is a rescue plan that involves us receiving the missing window in a week and install it ourselves, but (very big but), we need to give an address for them to send it. And we have no idea where we will be in a week from now. Good luck making a plan for two people that just cant do this when on holiday. Ups.