I took a year off work in 2003.

I bought a 15 year-old Toyota van and drove it down to Mexico. It didn’t have a sink, a bed or a fridge. I cooked on a portable propane stove. When nature called, I used a shovel.

If this makes you cringe, it’s about to get worse.

I had a partner in that van. We removed the back seats so we could sleep on camping mats. We inflated them every night. After about a month, one of them started to leak. After two months, air rushed out of both faster than we could blow it in.

As if our space weren’t cramped enough, we also brought our tandem bike. W

hen we slept in rural areas, we slid the tandem under the van, locking it to a bracket near the back wheel. When we stayed in cities, we slept with the bike inside the van. More than once, I woke up with a greasy face.

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