Bye bye Bigwig.

Trip Start Apr 10, 2010
Trip End Apr 10, 2011

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Flag of Spain  , Cantabria,
Wednesday, January 12, 2011

We returned to Santander, perfectly timing our arrival to not miss our ferry across the Bay of Biscay back to England. We of course were nervous about being caught with our dusty expired visas. But we soon came to realize once again that no one even cares.

When we finally boarded and sought out our room, we were pleased to discover that our 4 berth cabin which was to be shared with other travelers, was somehow exclusively just for the 2 of us, and we dug in.
As soon as the ship pulled out we raced up onto the deck to wave farewell to Europe and Spain. It seemed highly appropriate that the last building we saw on the land was an awesome SCHLOSS.
No sooner had we left the coast that the rocking began. The ocean was swelling and the ship was rag-dolled here and there. We quickly took sea-sick pills, but until they took effect we were locked down in our room crook and green.

The night only got worse. With gigantic waves cracking against the sides with a boom, rumbling everything. Joel was terrified. Jena warned him not to look out the window, she said he mightn't handle it. Jena was more worried that perhaps Bigwig was in the bottom sliding around crashing into other cars.

In the morning we arose to a much calmer sea and the aching, groaning G-forces of the waves had stopped. The rest of the journey seemed fine from there and despite the exorbitant food prices, it turned out to be an enjoyable ride.

We hit the grey fog of England we soon returned to Bigwig, finding him pristine, and definitely happy to see us (after all, he is a person). The next hurdles would be the Customs office. But instead of quizzing us about our visas, the man seemed more interested in knowing if we surfed a lot since we are Australian. We should have said "Oh yes and we also drive a Kangaroo" but decidedly chose not to push our luck.

Switching road sides was almost harder than when we switched in the EU the first time. Its weird that it should be strange to drive on the left again, but it took some real concentration to adapt.
That, and the prospect of a cop seeing our expired tax disc was daunting. We literally skulked through Portsmouth like a pair of foxes to a McDonalds where we would meet our first Bigwig buyers.

Needless to say, they rightfully loved him and cash seemed to pass almost instantly. We were stunned at how cut and dry the whole process was, and then it was time to say goodbye…

So long old friend, you were our rolling fortress, by far the coolest kid on the street, we will miss the hell out of you!
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darrenhough74 on

Hey, do you guys know if the new owners are going to keep a blog? It would be cool to continue to follow Scooby's / Bigwig's adventures...

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