Wei hadn’t driven for 3 years – not since she had gotten her license but after a few refresher lessons, she felt ready for the road.
I, for my part, am a useless lump. I haven’t driven for 30+ years and have let my NZ licence expire; and along with the fact of my oh-so distracted mind – I’m not a driver that I trust. Not even on a bicycle with trainer wheels; I am a menace that China can do without – for now, at least 😉
So in Tianjin, at a dealer, two auto novices bought a used van.
Yet it wasn’t the glamourous road movie of Route 66 but rather, a trail of dirty articulated trucks rumbling much of the journey. Wei did well. Near accidents did happen, but not because of her.
Truck drivers in China can be impatient and dangerous, to say it politely. We passed nasty scenes of flipped trailers and shattered glass, spilt cargo, rescue cranes and cops.
Once we reached the coast, past the endless industrial ports of Hebei province, their frantic container and gasoline truck tangles, the journey blossomed into sunbeams amid calm, tree-lined country roads.
Our reward the first day, as dusk approached, after some hours of motoring mayhem, was arriving at a deserted beach.
We found the perfect first-night spot to begin our new van-life across China
Somehow, with little driving experience, zero auto knowledge, hazardous highways and not knowing where we were going, we found the perfect first-night spot to begin our new van-life across China.
And the next day, camping bliss blew us away on Golden Beach.
Video of the first 48 hours of our new van-life – across China.