Our Logan MCV

Now fancy magazine star (here).

Chosen by Bro

Properly christened, ready for the Bucharest-Brussels trip, both operations courtesy of Mum

Over-loaded on the Brussels-Briancon trip

We still cannot believe how much stuff we managed to squeeze in this car.

In the Southern Alps it was far from being the only Logan MCV around, even the village police had a couple. Every time we saw a Logan MCV we shouted "Brother!" An identical white one would be acknowledged as a "twin". We saw many brothers and twins during the four months spent there.

Cluj twin

Cluj flowery twin

Bucharest (and favourite) twin, courtesy of Simonica

Resting after the Briancon-Leeds trip

In England we're the only ones driving this type of car, haven't met a brother or a twin so far. The alien feeling tends to be enhanced by having the steering wheel on the other side. And by being stopped and asked about it. So f$%$*$* special!

Breakfast in Kettlewell, Yorkshire Dales