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While travelling in my campervan, I love going for morning walks. The last few mornings I have seen some amazing and spectacular dew covered spider webs
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Before I left the campsite this morning, I spoke to a backpacker who had a wonderful setup in his van. He allowed me to take a photo to blog about it. He bought a Mitsubishi Express van with nothing in it and built everything himself from recycled parts and wood and some bought plywood (not much). He spent 10 days at a place with a drill/screwdriver and a $6 saw and made the whole setup. He even found an innerspring mattress in a plastic bag and cut that to make it not as wide. He showed me all the photos he took making it (fantastic!!!), that he had sent back home to show his family. He doesn’t have a blog, so I can’t link to any of it, but I’m so glad he let me take this. It’s so inspiring when you meet someone who has made a lot out of not much… … .
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Stopped by the road, Jan 4th
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#sardinia #sardegna #sardiniaexp #cliff #cliffs #waves #waveporn #landscape_lover #sardiniaphotos #sardinia_exp #sardinianlandscape #seagulls #seaview #seascape #seavibes #sealife #vanlife #vanlifeeurope #vanlifer #vanlifediaries (at Sardegna)
https://www.instagram.com/p/CYTllSfoOEd/?utm_medium=tumblr
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@van_travellers
“ESPAÑOL & ENGLISH
Y llegaron los 35, y parece que cada año me va tocar en un pais. Y aquí sigo, cumpliendo sueños un año más. Y si todos van a ser igual…que sigan cayendo…!.
Estemos donde estemos, ella siempre guarda una sorpresa para mi, Gracias Lidia y que continue la aventura!
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And the 35 just came, and looks like every year I will welcome the next in a different country. And here I am, fulfilling my dreams year after year. And if all are meant to be like that…i will be waitng with open arms…! .
Wherever we are, she always keeps a surprise for me, Thank you Lidia and let the adventure continue!”
#vanlifers
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#happybirthday
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#vantravellers
#happytime
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#travellingtheworld
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#Vanlifer (at Antigua Guatemala, Sacatepequez)
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Does going a month without disposable plastic seem like a huge challenge?
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We live in a society that prioritizes convenience over responsibility, short-term happiness over long-term consequences. What we’re saying is that it’s OK if it feels hard, because it is! The infrastructure we rely on doesn’t give us options, alternatives, or any easy way to avoid single-use plastics.
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By joining the ‘team’ and living a #plasticfreejuly you are doing more than reducing your footprint on our planet. You are also making a statement. You are telling our society and the world that you care, that you want options, that you want convenience AND environmental responsibility. It’s all possible, we just need to make our voices heard.
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This July, let’s make the mountain that is single-use & disposable plastics into a molehill. Who’s joining us? (Peep the highlights for details about our zero-plastic shopping kit- it’s everything we bring with us when we shop to make sure we can stock up plastic-free).
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#plasticfreevanlife #thevanproject #vanlifer #vanlifers #campervanculture #nomadstays #campervanmagazine #vanlifemagazine #rvliving #rvlife #grandtetons #grandtetonnationalpark #explorewyoming #visitwyoming #mountains #mountainrange #mountainlovers #choosemountains #clarkcortez (at Grand Teton National Park)
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I remember this moment well. Not one week into our third roadtrip, still giddy with the highs of freedom, we had just entered the French Alps. It was our plan to cross the length of the Alps in their 1,200km entirety, a feat we were not sure had been accomplished yet by road.
Except our van was beginning to make some worryingly loud noises as we decelerated down a hill, and we rolled into the town of Briançon with our first bout of breakdown anxiety.
It was here in the confines of a LIDL carpark that we identified a propshaft issue, but, unable to find a French mechanic who was willing to work on a weekend, we pressed on.
We spent a chilly but scenic night at just shy of 2,000m high on the shores of Lac du Mont-Cenis then pushed on toward Italy in the morning. Shortly after crossing the border however, the noise was now a permanent feature and a growing concern, until finally we pulled over and phoned for a recovery truck outside an Italian cafe. We spent five hours here waiting for rescue, drinking espresso, chatting with the locals in my best Italian, then finally succumbing to boredom and heat fatigue as we baked in the sun at the roadside.
After a good long while we were taken down the mountain on the back of a tow truck and it was just like the good old days, as though we’d never left the continent in our (t)rusty LDV. We were offered a hotel and help with the repair bill by our breakdown company, but I insisted we stay with the van. Much to everyone else’s chagrin we three spent a cold, miserable night confined to our quarters in the garage courtyard, dreaming of the hot shower and comfy bed we could’ve had.
But I knew I was right in my decision, and if three years of travelling thus far had taught me anything it was this: the van was our comfort, our safety, our home. When she stops we stop, and where she goes we go.
~ This image was created as part of our “Transient” travelogue project. ~ Stepping away from the Instagram frivolities and fakery, “Transient” serves as a close and intimate portrayal of our lives in an attempt to remove the romanticism of travel and capture a raw and honest self-documentary inspired by the images and stories of the new age travellers of 1980’s Britain.You can view the full project and others over on our website lbjournals.com.
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The distant sounds of the Call To Prayer rang out across the steely waters of Lake Skadar, crackling out through distorted speakers atop the minarets of several mosques, clashing and vying for dominance like the howling of street dogs. The sky was reflected in the glassy lake surface as it turned slowly from blue to purple to an electrifying red which set the clouds ablaze. And we were making our preparations to head deep into the mountains.
We’d been parked up amongst the waterlogged trees and lake reeds for several days, a furtive little spot accessible by driving through a shallow river that had swollen to twice its size following the rainfall on the day we arrived. But now the blissful sunset colours cast down onto the distant mountains of Montenegro and all was calm in the far North of Albania again.
Of all the lakes we’d camped by in recent months, Lake Skadar was easily the largest and most impressive.⠀
While we’d stuck religiously to our inland route around the Balkan Peninsula these lakes gave us some comfort and a gentle reminder of the ocean’s edge we’d left behind in search of provincial adventures. Although we’d grown up a stone’s throw from the sea and these country’s coastlines provided an easily navigable and scenic route, we’d been drawn to see more of Europe’s hinterlands, a world away from glitzy seaside resorts and tourist attractions. In the heartlands of Albania we’d discovered spectacular mountainscapes, empty lands, impassable roads and an authenticity, warmth and unrivalled hospitality from its people. The same was true of the Balkans’ whole interior, and in fact we’d only briefly touched the sea in Thessaloniki since our departure from Calais many months prior.
These lesser-visited areas are what we live for; places you won’t find in any guidebook, unblemished of tourist attractions. Just raw and honest countryside, nothing more.⠀
We finished packing up our backpacks just as the last of the light was fading, ready for our journey tomorrow into the most remote corner of this country. ⠀
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