Things Europe has taught us that no responsible adult should have needed to learn the hard way.
After 5,500 kilometres living in a 2005 motorhome with two children, Google Maps and wildly misplaced confidence, we have acquired further wisdom 🤣
Here are the latest lessons from the road…
1. Camper fridges are complicated little creatures.
They run on gas. Except when they don’t.
They run on electricity. Except when they don’t.
They run on 12V while driving. Maybe.
Sometimes they cool.
Sometimes they just sit quietly in the corner, consuming power and judging you.
At this point we don’t use the fridge.
We maintain a delicate diplomatic relationship with it.
Fortunately, now that we’ve reached Northern Europe, we’ve developed an alternative beverage cooling system…
We put the drinks in the river.
2. As Australians from North Queensland, we fundamentally misunderstood the concept of “European summer.”
We packed for summer.
Europe packed weather.
Apparently “summer” can include 8 degrees, rain (and hail), wind, and the occasional moment where you seriously consider buying a puffer jacket in July.
We brought swimmers and shorts 🩱.
3. Rivers can be cold. Like… offensively cold.
In North Queensland, entering water generally involves checking for crocodiles.
In Europe, the primary threat is your internal organs immediately shutting down from glacial shock.
The children: “Can we swim?”
Us: “Of course!”
The river: Absolutely freaking not.
Although, as previously mentioned, the perfect conditions for beverage cooling!
4. Australians do not know what a narrow road is.
We thought we did.
We have country roads. Dirt roads. Single-lane roads.
Europe said:
“Cute 😍. Now drive your 3.85 tonne, 3.1-metre-high motorhome through this medieval village built in 1247.”
Google Maps: “Turn left.”
The road: a staircase 🙈.
5. Google Maps has absolutely no understanding of Scamper’s dimensions.
Google Maps thinks we are driving a Fiat 500.
We are not!
Every suggested “shortcut” now requires a family risk assessment, satellite imagery and at least one adult saying:
“That looks a bit f**king tight.” 🤣
6. Everyone has now assumed their official Scamper roles.
After 5,500 kilometres, this is no longer a family holiday.
This is an operational unit.
We have the Scamper Captain, responsible for piloting 3.85 tonnes of German touring leisure through roads designed for donkeys.
We have the Chief Navigator, responsible for Google Maps, border crossings, toll systems and yelling:
“NO. NOT THAT TURN. THE NEXT ONE.”
And we have the Scamper Set-Up Technicians, whose primary responsibilities upon arrival are:
Open all the 11 windows.
That’s it.
They take their role very seriously.
7. If a road sign has a picture of a truck/camper on it, we now pay attention.
We may not know what it says.
We may not know what country we’re in.
But after multiple European toll systems, vignettes, toll boxes, low-emission zones and one or two very hairy moments of regulatory panic…
We respect the sign.
8. Every European country has invented its own unique way of charging you to drive on a road.
Vignette.
Toll booth.
Toll box.
Free-flow toll.
Online registration.
Sticker.
Device.
Possibly a small sacrifice to the transport gods.
We now approach every border like we’re preparing for an international tax audit.
“STOP. NOBODY CROSS THE BORDER. DO WE NEED TO BUY SOMETHING?”
9. A three-hour drive in Scamper is not a three-hour drive.
Google: 3 hours.
Scamper: 4 hours.
Family: 6 hours.
Because obviously we need fuel.
And food.
And someone needs the toilet.
And we missed the turn.
And then we found a medieval town.
And then we needed gelato.
10. “We’ll just park somewhere for the night” is a perfectly legitimate European travel strategy.
Sometimes it’s a vineyard.
Sometimes it’s a farm.
Sometimes it’s beside a river.
Sometimes it’s a dedicated motorhome area.
Sometimes it’s a car park in Bosnia where you wake up and think:
“Huh. Well, that worked.”
11. We have developed the 21-Hour Rule.
The rule is simple:
Arrive somewhere.
Park Scamper.
Get out.
See the things.
Eat the food.
Learn some history.
Walk 20,000 steps.
Swim in something unnecessarily cold.
Find gelato.
Sleep.
Leave.
Approximately 21 hours.
Small town? One 21-hour cycle.
Bigger place? Double it.
Major city? Triple it.
Some people call this “rushing.”
We call it efficient cultural immersion.
We are not here to sit around wondering what we should do today.
We are here to:
GET IN. EXPERIENCE IT. GET OUT.
By the time most people have unpacked their suitcases, we’ve visited a castle, done a walking tour, eaten something we can’t pronounce, learned about a war, found the best local alcohol and moved on to another country.
It’s not slow travel.
It’s not fast travel.
It’s Scamper Travel™.
12. You can fit an astonishing amount of life into a very small space.
Four people.
Four beds.
One bathroom.
One temperamental fridge.
Approximately 700 charging cables.
Twelve half-empty water bottles.
And somehow, despite having nowhere to put anything, we continue to acquire souvenirs.
13. And finally… Europeans have a much more relaxed relationship with history than Australians.
“Oh yes, this building is from the 1400s.”
Us: 😮
European: “Anyway, the pharmacy is downstairs.”
🚐😂
Life Lessons from Scamper, Part 2.
5,500 kilometres down.
Multiple countries crossed.
One ongoing cold war with the fridge.
One highly trained team of Scamper Set-Up Technicians opening windows.
And an increasingly strong suspicion that the best family adventures begin with the words:
“Ahhhh… it’ll probably be ok…mate 🤣.”
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