I wake on my first day of Vanlife in Terry the Transporter in the post-hippy Vanland that is Byron Bay, pre-dawn per usual, snug, safe, and surprising comfortable in my baby bus. Underestimating the dimensions of my new home with a decent headwhack (novice van mistake no. 2), the jwoojsh-jwoojsh open and close of theContinueContinue reading “Pre-Op Terry”