It was the summer of 2010. I was adjusting to single life again. I had time. No slavery to a mobile phone and no more dramatic and stressful relationship to suck my energy dry.
After the first 6 months being together with Louise, it came to light that she had very strong feelings of depression and unhappiness. We were together for 1 and half years and the last year was a real test. It seemed that her self confidence disappeared and her mind was creating a false reality. It was one where she believed that she wasn't attractive and that she was completely worthless. She then had trust issues with me, because of her ex boyfriend, and it was driving me crazy and tearing us apart.
I was really getting dragged down with her, as we were in love and as some of you know, its hard to finish something that you really want to work. I had tried to help her but then I realised I have no clue about these things, but still I found her a nice councillor to help her through it. I was really unconscious back then, and didn't have a clue about peoples minds and how they are conditioned by our past experiences. She would often believe that I had cheated on her then cause a huge argument leaving me confused. This was the first time a woman that I loved , had no trust in me whatsoever and I remember this hurting me very badly.
I remember friends would say," fuck man you look ruff ", and id be thinking "yeh mate, fucking stress with the woman!"
From what everyone else saw though, we were having no problems at all. She would wake up crying and having nightmares. I remember how literally over night she turned into a nervous wreck. I said to her father one day that Louise has depression and needs help, and he said
" Dont be silly depressions not even real! "
It had gotten so bad that I had to watch my line of sight when we were in the town as she was convinced I was checking
out other women. She had started going to a councillor woman that cost me a bomb but was worth it as she helped her to understand about the depression. I remember she had seen it because she had separated it and had named it Bob and once you do this, I know now, that you have become Aware that you are different from that voice in your head.
Anyway we split up, and she went travelling for a month and I never saw or spoke to her again, I guess because of advice from her family who disliked me.
I was visiting a friends brother who lived in the forest behind a house an he made tipis and upholstery for his living.
He was already well travelled and the first time I met him I was kinda feeling on the right track whilst having a
complete change of lifestyle with all this sudden time on my hands and freedom. I had the blues still from Louise and he said that I should sell the caravan and buy a campervan and then go travel while im young and free. I had brought a very nice new caravan and we had moved into the horse field of Loises parents, this was because I didnt want to pay rent anymore plus its great for someone to be in the nature instead of houses if you depressed etc.
I had always the memory, the seed sewed in the back of my mind, of living and moving around like this since an illegal rave I went to when I was 15. My older friend were taking LSD and I had ended up sitting in a campervan, listening to freaks also on Lsd and magic mushroom tea, telling me that that was their full time life style. I had a small cup of tea also for the first time but didnt notice any effects from it. I didnt think much of it at the time , or afterwards, but this moment really changed my future.
I had plenty of money to get a nice bus and decided to bid on ebay an iveco 4m long thing with the insides from a modern caravan fitted inside. It went to 9000quid something and then I pussied out. So that was outta the question. I stayed there night in a tipi and a friend of his came over in the evening and we ate and smoked sat around the fire. charlie was also an ex traveller and had come to go look at land to buy the following day.
He was very proud to still have original weed strains growing and was very happy to share them around.
We went to look at a bit of forest the next day, that one of them was interested in buying then Charlie invited us both to his house for a smoke and a cuppa. These guys were like 45/50 year olds, old travellers and growers, very nice people to meet in life.
We got out of the forest again we rocked up to charlies house, I saw straight away a huge truck parked on his driveway. wow.. this is an amazing concept and I have the chance to do this especially with these two egging me on!
We sat inside the truck before even going into the house. He told me amazing journeys he and my mate had done together each in there own bus, and all when i was still running round in nappy's. It all seemed to be that I was meant to be getting a bus as the energy of it was building up. After the tour of his bus, we finished a joint and went into his house. He told me to look on ebay again as I had not enough money for the iveco which I had told him about. We sat for some time obviously looking at various mobile home designs, with the 3 of us like big children checking out the huge lorrys with luxury furnishings and ridiculous price tags.
Then I saw something that looked good and I could afford. I had to get something quite new as I had never learned about engines, and plus it didnt ever really interest me. This had just 40,000 miles on the clock and a full service history from Peugeot as it was used as a Nhs vehicle, and Nhs blue it was too.
A pergeot boxer ten years old and it was a high top so i could stand up inside and a nice price too. I was going to do the interior myself and a friend, green car cowboy hat, was going to do the electrics for me as again with this
I had no clue. There was a buy now price, and I asked the guys what they thought.
Go for it mate!
Thats alright, they said. Just big enough for you and a woman, and plenty big enough for you alone! BUY NOW.. CLICK!
It was for sale in Shrewsbury which is near the border of Wales. I had a moped that i brought with the money I had also and so I went all the way with it, planning to be able to take the bike back in the van. It took like 7 hours I think at 50mph to the border of Wales from kent. I got there in the dark and collected the van and slept in a forest in it and in the morning excitedly strapped the moped in the back and started driving it back. It felt weird for the first 2 minutes to drive, then it felt so natural, and to think I can just stop and sleep freely with no catches -was purely amazing.
I promised id never to go more than 80kmph as it was pritty much new engine, and I had one thing that most people dont.. time!
I eventually left Uk after blowing 10,000Gbp in 5 months on just diesel,going around on the festival season with a crew. I left the UK with 80Gbp some marlboro lights to sell and half a tank of diesel. I dont have many picture at all, because they were all on Fakebook but one day faKebook wanted me to give them proof of ID so I had to get a new account. The picture below is from a carpark south of Benidom, or in Benidorm I forget. A great show variety of alternative wagons that are great to live in!
Ill be blogging more of the HusBus adventures. We had 2 years together, and it was all fucking madness! Now she resides wheelless on blocks in a field in SouthSpain like all great escape pods do.