05/08/2023
DAY 20 - Disaster Strikes
Ok I’ll cut to the chase here. Yesterday we were making great time to hit the German border routing all through Spain and most of France. At 10pm with 2 hours to go, 2,500km into our mammoth 3,500km mission to Junktown, we notice our internal garages failing.
Pulling in to a service station we figure the alternator has packed in. 20 hours to the finish line, the clock is ticking.
cunningly asks the Gendarmerie if they can help - within 20 minutes we have a recovery truck taking us away. Setting us back a cool €220 (funnily enough nobody will offer European breakdown cover for a 1990 Polo) we’re dumped in a scrapyard after explaining we can fix it ourselves and don’t have time to wait for a garage to fix it on Monday!
Left to run wild in the scrapyard we set to work tearing apart cars to scope out alternators similar to Stan’s. In the middle of the night this feels somewhat like the start of a horror movie, walking around dark, dank warehouses filled with bits of dead car.
Burning the midnight oil (or the last of Harry’s head torch battery), we try to dit two alternators, but to no avail, with a lack of charge and alignment striking us down. At 3:30am, 5 hours after commencing repairs, we call it a night, the realisation that Junktown is slipping away from us settling in.
We can only hope that the next day looks favourably upon us.