[The first day of the trip began in a sleepy London and ended with pitching tents in a dark Paris. Not knowing a soul, I teamed up with Janice and Australian Jan for tent-mates, so I soon became known as Little Jan to differentiate between the three. At the campsite in the Bois de Boulogne we listened open-mouthed to a Westbound group of overlanders, their numbers decimated by hepatitis, who spun us tales of horror of the trip ahead. Their bus windows were blanked out with whitewash like some fever ship. The memory stuck with me and I use it in my novel OVERLANDERS. www.janetmacleodtrotter.com]
SUNDAY 26TH SEPTEMBER, 1976
"Up at 5.30. Taxi driver came early - had lived in India! Father a Methodist missionary. Got to Venture Centre. Little van drew up (not however our transport!) Bus eventually came, loaded rucksacks on roof. Bags under seats - I sat at table, facing backwards - not the best way to see things. Bus dirty, not exactly deluxe air about it, but reminiscent of United buses so felt at home! Tape deck broken down - hope not an omen.
Sat opposite Julie and Paul - Australian couple making way home. London almost deserted. Early Sunday bells at outskirts.
Crossed Dover- Calais, very calm. Had drink in bar with Janice, a nurse. Saw France appear from the deck. Bought duty free wine and beer (saving Whitbread Pale Ale for the desert!)
Long drive to Paris. Sunny. Stopped for driver to have a kip. (Chatty fella called Geoff - likes his drink!) Had snack on bus - not too expert at pouring water while bus moving - what will it be like on Turkish roads?!)
Sun setting as approaching Paris - traffic jams. Finally reached Bois de Boulogne campsite (brought back memories!) Pitched tents in dark then ate sausages.
Another Greyhound bus beside us - a month overdue! Left Kathmandu in June - half of them left as a result of hepatitis! They chatted and told us about their experiences - I think we're in for a rough time! Graphic details about "the shits" and Afghans etc."
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