There are many, many different ways of riding your caravan around the world, many different ways of utilizing the power of the caravan. Many different ways of exploiting the joy of our homes on wheels. Many different ways truly riding your caravan. Riding it like a captured run away stallion, riding it like a lion on the savannah, riding it like a Giraffe over a mountain, riding it like a whale in the sea, feeling it throbbing and rolling under your legs, truly being part of the caravan and the caravan part of you. Because for the true caravanner the caravan can, at those pure moments of caravan ecstasy, become an extension, become a limb, you are half man half caravan and all conquering.


You know what I do? I drive up to an airport with the caravan and park up and fly of somewhere and fly back and get back in the caravan. I’m mad yeah. I’ve managed to find caravan parking at Liverpool Airport and many other airports I’ve stopped by at not too mad a price. It’s possible you know, your caravan holiday is only limited by the limits that you the caravanner put on it. So stop putting limitations one what you can do! You can park up at an airport and fly anywhere in the world these days! You can fly to Argentina, France, Poland, Uganda, China, Sri Lana, Denmark, Saudi Arabia, East Timor, New Zealand, Bangladesh and Liechtenstein now! And some other place too (including Birmingham) so why would you bother with anything else! Get in your caravan and get the hell out of your front drive and go see the world you big fat fool its the best!


That is how you make and keep caravanning exciting: you think outside the box. You think outside what is expected of a caravanner. So think, my friends, think!