In September 2011 the original Plan F line up went to Peru in an attempt to drive the worlds worst vehicle from Piura in Northern Peru to Cusco in Southern Peru. Sounds fairly straight forward you might think? Well, factor in the Andes and the Amazon, a vehicle that if it were powered by some lame Guinea Pigs would be an improvement and you’re somewhere close to the challenge we faced.
There were daily breakdowns, nights slept in sheep shed’s, night driving in the Andes with a knackered headlamp and impromptu street parties. Some would say this would be there worst nightmare, not Plan F though, we just got some beers in when it all got really tough.
You can get a taster of what our Mototaxi Junket was like by watching the below video. *WARNING* There is swearing in this video!
People often say, “What the hell is Plan F?” and it’s a good question, of all the stupid names we could have dreamt up why did we choose Plan F? Well the truth is we didn’t really choose it, it sort of evolved, or devolved as the case may be.
Generally, when people plan to spend all of their savings to go travelling they make meticulous plans which define set places and set dates with a strict budget. Following these set plans means that you ‘supposedly’ get the best out of your money and see all the places you want to see and as we have heard many pretentious traveller tell us before “they travel properly and have better experiences”. Al and I say bollocks to that! Don’t get us wrong, planning has its benefits; you never end up roaming the streets looking for accommodation in the middle of the night and there is always a man with your name on a board waiting for you at the airport. The downside to travelling in this way is that when things inevitably go wrong, which they do, frequently, it cocks your whole plan up.
Al and I first travelled together in 2007
It started on a train ride in India…