When our caravan sets off, I do a head count: 26 recalcitrant donkeys loaded to the hilt, four mules, nine local morans (warriors), the group of six slightly eccentric Scots I have joined, Rosalea, her rifle-toting son, and Lekermogo, our 70-year old, stern-faced, spear-brandishing guide.
The caravan sets up camp outside a small wine-growing village, hoping to find seasonal work in the vineyards and a place to sell their wares.
An unoccupied caravan was set alight and two explosions were heard as it burned.
The whole family, including my uncle and aunt, who'd always cook huge quantities of food and pack it into industrial-style pots, would squeeze into a caravan and set off to explore.
Having commissioned the Bristol Carriage Company to make the world's first purpose-built leisure touring caravan, he set out on a maiden voyage from Twyford to Inverness, recording his thoughts in a book, The Cruise Of The Land Yacht Wanderer, or Thirteen Hundred Miles in My Caravan.
Mrs. Harteau was raised in Sacramento, and each summer her father, a family doctor, and her mother, a midwife, would pile their three children into the family's Dodge Caravan and set off for big-sky destinations like Yosemite or Glacier National Park, camping or staying in rented cottages.
After driving to a remote village on the western edge of the Sahara, I hitched my wagon to a camel caravan and set off into the world's largest desert.
Several MPs reported attacks on their homes, with bricks being thrown through windows, a caravan being set on fire and windows being smashed.
