For normal people the hiring of a campervan is simple. However, for us, well…
We did our usual thing of arriving a full day ahead of the booking and yet somehow wangling ourselves a free upgrade and not being charged for the extra day. I think that this is something to do with the puppy-eyed faces Cesca can pull when things seem not to be going her way. People all around rush to her aid, anything to protect the innocent gentleness behind those eyes. In another time such a power would have been called a mighty and terrible witchcraft - and perhaps I would have agreed with this Inquisition were it not for the fact that Cesca simply does not know that she does this! (and, of course, she has those eyes ready for me too…)
Anyway, after a little haggling we were given this:
[Cue A-TEAM intro music] “De de de… de de de… de-de-de-de-de… de-de-de-de!”
“Ten years ago, a crack commando unit was sent to New Zealand for crimes they didn’t commit. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as backpackers of fortune. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire…
…a campervan?”
