Back To School….

Gosh! I feel like a school-kid again. Why? I’ve been learning how to navigate using GPS. Not the ‘take the next turning on the right’ sort of in-car navigation that we all know and love, but rather the ‘find you way across the next 150km of sandy shale using a three-legged camel and a ball-point pen’ type of navigation that’s much more useful when the road runs out somewhere in the middle of the Gobi Desert.

Individual members of the team have taken on separate responsibilities for the trip. Paul is now CC of all things mechanical. If it moves, has a propensity to break or seize up, then it’s down to him. That includes the replacing of cam-belts – and the repair of punctures – the fitting of light bulbs and re-fixing those loose bits of trim.    Oil pumps, fuel pumps, foot pumps and plug-gaps. Wheel bearings and track rods. In layman’s terms, all the oily bits. If we had it, his responsibilities would also include the maintenance of the air-conditioning system.

Another heavy responsibility is that of CC all things IT, Planning, Routing, and Logistics. Communications – and Spreadsheets.  Finance, and Sponsorship.

It includes anything [and everything] that doesn’t involve any form of pushing, pulling or getting wet feet. Guess that’s me.

 Finally, there’s Ade. The Wirral Contingent; the standard-bearer for all our friends north of Watford Gap.  He’s an avid born-again biker – and a biker who’s already got extensive experience in the administration of First Aid. He’s the obvious ‘team choice’ to be the one to go on a more intensive two-day course on ‘Adventure Survival’ and ‘How to fix broken bones with a toothpick and a piece of string….’           The countdown continues!