Having just finished the first draft of my book on faith and travel, I thought I’d include a story here for the fun of it, that didn’t make it into the book and has nothing to do with anything specific. Thanks to everyone for your support and prayers throughout this process!
Night was falling and we’d been on the road for a week already. We had hit a part of the country with 3 major cities near each other and our usual sleeping arrangement (camping in a 20 euro festival tent we bought on the internet a few days before going), wasn’t going to get us anywhere in these rough cities. Enter the brainwave from Dan!
“Peter, have you ever slept in a car before? I think it’d be quite fun.”
I groaned inwardly, wondering how I was going to get out of this one. I had indeed slept in a car at various points in life, and despite it being in pleasant locations, I cared little for the cold, uncomfortable, stuffy, public nature of choosing such fine moments to get some “shut-eye”. Seen through other lenses: I cared nothing for adventure.
He didn’t seem put off. And so we continued, finding a spot on a “business park” on the outskirts of rough suburb of the city we were nearest to. Pulling in to what looked like a place where some had parked cars before, we put on the breaks and set in to brushing our teeth. The trouble with brushing your teeth in the car, is much like the problems associated with anything to do with sleeping in your car: your car is not designed for this.
And so the door was opened to dispose of the toothpaste filled mouth into the gutter nearby. But as if they had smelled the sweet aroma of minty freshness, at that moment, a pack of wild dogs had decided to come past scavenging, and just as quickly as the door had been opened, we jumped back inside, slammed it shut and breathed a sigh of relief as the dogs, after surrounding the car, decided there was easier things to scavenge that two scrawny Irish-men locked in a pile of metal.
After that brief excitement, we settled down to sleep, reclining the chairs of our tiny car to full stretch. We were still a little nervous at how public that cars make sleeping, and were a little annoyed at not being able to open the window for air, lest some mosquitoes or bugs came in. But eventually we started to settle down.
That is, until our next interruption, this time more unexpected. Dan was the one to spot when the bright light started shining out of the dark and gradually getting bigger and bigger, as if it was coming towards us. Our plan was just to lay low and hide there – it probably wasn’t anything, we convinced ourselves. But the light did indeed keep getting brighter and brighter until it was close enough that we were panicking. Who was this? And why did they care about our choice of sleeping venue? Catching small glimpses of a figure outside moving through the darkness, silhouetted against the light they were carrying, we could see that whoever it was armed. Hostel anyone?
And without further a-do, when the figure was still approaching the car, Dan stuck it into reverse and accelerated hard, leaving our first choice of sleeping venue in a cloud of dust behind us.
The fact that my clever idea of a hostel wasn’t much better, shall be left for another story. Asides from saying that for about three euros, a night in a “prison cell” far worse than any in the west, was an interesting experience.
But it was enough to rest, and in the morning we were on our way again, laughing over the things that were panic moments of the previous day. Everything in hindsight seems rosier.