I knew nothing of the wealth of other members of our party. I doubt that anyone had any idea of how long we would be travelling. No one seemed to care anyway. There were never any arguments or discontents while we spent the 8 weeks together. We lived rough, rough and tough indeed, slept mostly alongside the car or in camping grounds and we had no fear. Often, we would awake in the morning with our sleeping bags covered in frost.

I can only remember one night in a youth hostel. In the morning, when we arose, we were each given a chore. Evan was to clean the toilets, needless to say, we never spent another night in a hostel. We did try one that was like a castle on the top of a high hill. The hill had steep sides, all passengers in the car had to disembark so that the car could manage the hill. We had no sooner settled in the dormitory when we discovered the place was infested with fleas. We promptly departed only to find that the adjoining camping ground was teeming with mosquitoes. The water in the tumbling river alongside had a green fluorescence, I thought quietly, that water is cold, cold indeed.

Some nights we slept on forest floors amidst the fairies and busy rodents. The fairies did us no harm, they were too busy casting spells while the police that visited were otherwise preoccupied. 

I have no idea of what we ate, MacDonalds only started in 1955 or Kentucky Chicken in 1952 so they were not available. We ate anything someone happened to find on our meanderings. It might have been a tin of soup, cheese but mostly healthy stuff. Some small villages we encountered had toilet or washing facilities.