What the van experience really boils down to is a return to a forgotten time, one which has been sidelined by our modern culture with its walls of all powerful tv screens, packed nightclubs and all of the superficial pleasures that come with it. We have been separated from the lost pleasures of looking at a star filled sky or connecting to nature.
If the van experience is after all a return to these forgotten pleasures: then it is not just alpha or omega, it is both! It is the be all and end all.
Travelling by van is all about reliving simple pleasures and stripping away phoney illusions. You turn the key and that’s it, you’re on your way. Because after all that’s really all there is to it, there’s no need to bother with taking the bus to an airport, checking in just to take another bus which takes you to a plane which in turn does endless laps on the tarmac before you finally take off.
The van experience bypasses this needless hassle by returning to the true, ultimate meaning of travel. Who has never thought about a snail, being able to take their home with them wherever they go. My vehicle is my home, my shell is my habitat. The van is exactly the same.
You cannot talk about the pleasure of living without talking about the van, the pleasure of simple, yet refined dishes, the pleasure of drinking, of the body. Because the van allows you to feel the moment of exciting intoxication of stepping into the spotlight. This place, where the length of your stay depends on the beauty of where you are, the instantaneousness of the lighting. You come to a stop and take in your surroundings like the sensation of taking drugs.
This text is of course rambling in nature, but it is only a reflection of the clumsy spontaneity, in the wake of a happy first time experience in a campervan. And that of desire, impatient and touching, to pack everything and go again at the drop of a hat.