So there are a lot of reasons not to drive an old VW bus up to Alaska and then down to Argentina. I don’t think I can count how many people have said with a grimace …”You’re going where?? In that?? “. However, we’ve just had one of those experiences which completely validates our decision.
We were driving from Austin towards Dallas in Texas, when a fellow in an orange VW bus driving in the opposite direction madly waved us down. Mark thought that he was having van troubles, so we turned around and pulled over to see what the the problem was. He excitedly told us that we were going the wrong way. We laughed and told him we weren’t, as we were headed towards Dallas. “Well”, he said, “that is the wrong way”. That weekend there was a big VW camp out, about 50 miles back the way we came. This was on Thursday and we had to be in Dallas on Friday, we could definitely go…even if it was just for the night.
So off we went, blindly following the man in the orange VW.
That man turned out to be Terry. A super friendly Texan guy, with lots of VW knowledge. He refers to Australia as “South Texas” and Canada as “North Texas”… awesome. He invited us to his place after we’d been to Dallas in order to do some much needed work on the van.Terry
We met so many great people (and dogs) at Bus Fest and were disappointed that we couldn’t stay for the entire weekend. From all accounts, the party hadn’t even started yet.
Get ready for the best dog names you’ve ever heard. Introducing….Indiana Bones and Crocadog Dundee.
It was fun walking around and checking out other people’s buses and their amazing setups….
Oh, and their tattoos…..