Van

Van is the Man. Let us just start there. He is decidedly a tough, Fiat Ducato who is turbo charged with diesel, and he kicks mountains asses. 

While he has a tough exterior, Van is a softie on the inside. He has all the makings of home, with a double burner stove, a refrigerator, a microwave, two sinks, a working toilet and shower, and most importantly, a couch and table that converts into a queen size bed that is amazingly pretty comfortable. Van has a good set of lungs, with air vents for circulation, as well as 3 sliding windows and a side door with screening. He can also breathe some heat on us should we get really cold, though we haven’t asked him of that yet. We felt it impolite. 

Van is also considerate, and is full of storage, and convenience, with easy locking cabinets and drawers for all the pots and pans, plates, bowls, glasses, mugs, cutlery, and mixing bowls and a strainer for our many pasta meals. Van even has a nice place to store our shoes, so we don’t muddy him up after our rainy hikes.

Van will have carried us 2600km and thus far (knock on wood) has been the consummate professional, and a good friend.