Putt, putt, putt, stall, lurch, stop...
...is how Cynthia breaks down. We put the flashers on and got out our refective triangle and stuck it in the street. We went to a pay phone to call the recovery people, thank god we got breakdopwn cover! The phone went dead halfway through the conversation so we moved to a hotel over the road from the van and used their phone. The police turned up and checked us out but we got the thumbs up for putting our triangle up!
We'd been driving back to the campsite after a very pleasent evening at Ocean Beach, San Diego. We'd seen a truly beautiful sunset, had a nice meal and had been able to catch up with all of you via the blog. Driving along the lights began to dim and kept getting dimmer until we came to a complete standstill at an intersection. This was followed by a telephone conversation from hell with the breakdown people. We were finally towed rather than fixed but of course we had no idea where to get towed so asked the mechanic. We went with his suggestion and ended up sleeping the night away in Cythia in an industrial estate, outside an RV repair shop, which was incredibly noisy and of course I worried about what might be wrong $$$ so no sleep for either of us. At 8:00am the following morning we discovered the mechanic at the RV repair centre was away until monday! No help to be found there. We then walked 20mins round the corner to another shop who as it turns out wont touch RV's. We then turned to our two internet options and called Hannah's mum in the UK and Todd inVancouver. We can't say thank you enough to both of you for all your help. You were legends. We got the numbers for about a dozen different garages whose websites stated they did mobile RV repairs. We phoned pretty much all of them only to discover they where now pizza shops, someone else'ss mobiles or a renting company for something else entirely! Finally one of the Garages who did fix RV's turned out to be round the corner but we had to get towed there. We realised our only hope was to push the breakdown cover a bit harder and get them to tow us again.
So two+ hours on the phone and no breakfast puts exactly where we were last night, putside a garage hoping someone can help us. We get to the Garage and they appear nice, talk to us etc. They go over what's most likely wrong and will fix it today no problem! We go to the beach to chill out, when we get back there's good news. It was a wire. One wire had burnt through and was dissrupting the charge to the van's battery, hence the lack of power. A $30 repair later and were back on the road. The guys at the garage were great to us. Thank god.
So another terrible nights sleep in an industrial estate wasting our $18 campsite, followed by a morning of stress and hair pulling has got us a repair and a cheap one at that. Hurrah. Oh and I got a haircut.
We'd been driving back to the campsite after a very pleasent evening at Ocean Beach, San Diego. We'd seen a truly beautiful sunset, had a nice meal and had been able to catch up with all of you via the blog. Driving along the lights began to dim and kept getting dimmer until we came to a complete standstill at an intersection. This was followed by a telephone conversation from hell with the breakdown people. We were finally towed rather than fixed but of course we had no idea where to get towed so asked the mechanic. We went with his suggestion and ended up sleeping the night away in Cythia in an industrial estate, outside an RV repair shop, which was incredibly noisy and of course I worried about what might be wrong $$$ so no sleep for either of us. At 8:00am the following morning we discovered the mechanic at the RV repair centre was away until monday! No help to be found there. We then walked 20mins round the corner to another shop who as it turns out wont touch RV's. We then turned to our two internet options and called Hannah's mum in the UK and Todd inVancouver. We can't say thank you enough to both of you for all your help. You were legends. We got the numbers for about a dozen different garages whose websites stated they did mobile RV repairs. We phoned pretty much all of them only to discover they where now pizza shops, someone else'ss mobiles or a renting company for something else entirely! Finally one of the Garages who did fix RV's turned out to be round the corner but we had to get towed there. We realised our only hope was to push the breakdown cover a bit harder and get them to tow us again.
So two+ hours on the phone and no breakfast puts exactly where we were last night, putside a garage hoping someone can help us. We get to the Garage and they appear nice, talk to us etc. They go over what's most likely wrong and will fix it today no problem! We go to the beach to chill out, when we get back there's good news. It was a wire. One wire had burnt through and was dissrupting the charge to the van's battery, hence the lack of power. A $30 repair later and were back on the road. The guys at the garage were great to us. Thank god.
So another terrible nights sleep in an industrial estate wasting our $18 campsite, followed by a morning of stress and hair pulling has got us a repair and a cheap one at that. Hurrah. Oh and I got a haircut.
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