There was a time, a very brief time, where two friends and I considered all buying a motorhome together, and travelling North America (all of us, plus two large dogs and a cat). Fortunately, wiser heads prevailed, and they bought the RV themselves while I was in Scotland, and the two of them had a great time.
I am seeing first hand just how much better two travelling together is than three, at least in an RV. My sisters and I are very close, and we’re certainly not getting on each other’s’ nerves this week (well I say that, but for all I know I’m driving the two of them crazy), but it is cosy. The youngest was landed with the dining table and benches as her bed (the lot of the youngest), and she has to take down and put up her bed twice a day. Her bedding gets piled on my bed, until we have to pull in the slide, when everything then has to be re-adjusted (I think that’s how I lost my new earbuds). Middle sister has the over-cab bed behind a little curtain, which at least involves no daily set up or take down. But she does have to climb up and down every time she wants something, and all her clothes, books, etc.. are just piled up at one end of her bed. So she has to scrabble through piles every time she wants something. There’s hooks for two towels in the bathroom, but we’re three people, so one bath towel is hanging from a cupboard handle. There are shoes everywhere. And whoever is last out in the morning gets the crappy lawnchair.
I’m not complaining, not at all. I’m simply realising that while three sisters for 8 days is a minor inconvenience, three friends for two years could have been a tad awkward.
Having said all that, I would have loved to have had at least one trip in their beautiful Class A. As it was, I got to see it on its last day before being sold.