What was your most memorable car journey and why was it so special?

Answer 1

It was when I was a child, before troubles set in, driving down the Adriatic Coast on holiday with my family. Hardly any people went there in those days, and it was virtually unspoilt.

I remember the glittering blue sea and white, scrubby islands dozing in the sun on the right; there was a heatwave at the time, and we were unable to go as far south as we wanted. We camped at little place outside Split, under the pine trees, and the crystal clear sea was only a few feet away, the tiny waves bubbling almost up to the old, stone wall that separated us. Across the quiet main road was a peach orchard, where we picked peaches the like of which I've never tasted again - dripping with sweet juice. There was a little outside restaurant on the rocks not far away, where we ate under the indigo sky, and counted shooting stars.

I'll never forget that holiday.

Answer 2

A few years ago my other half and I drove from Ireland to the Netherlands. We took the ferry from Rosslare to Pembroke early on a Sunday morning, then drove across Wales and England to Folkstone for the Chunnel ... and I found the speeds on the English motorways terrifying, I don't know why there weren't more accidents .... but anyway, we arrived in Calais really late that night and found a hotel to stay in, then went out for a bit to eat, then were up again the next morning, and drove through Belgium to the city of Maastricht.

But the most memorable part of the trip was coming back. We left the city of Groningen in the Netherlands at about 9.30 pm, and drove through the night to Calais, and arrived there early the next morning. Then we hit the major ring road around London just in time for the rush hour traffic - nice, and if I had thought English drivers were bad before, they were manic now, as it was a weekday morning and everyone wanted to get to work. We kept going on to Pembroke, and got on the ferry and slept for the four hours, then drove to the west of Ireland where we live ....

Driving for 23 hours. Never again. Too dangerous and exhausting. I'll never forget it.

Answer 3

When I moved to Boston when I was 16. On the old road system (before the big dig) you used to get to Route 128 from the airport by going over a big bridge. Where the bridge was joined together the car wheels would make a thud thud noise every 15 secs or so. I will always remember being curled up in the back seat of mum and dads car crying my eyes out listening to that noise. Daft for crying really it was the best two years of my life. I

Answer 4

Hi, When i was a child aged about 10years we took my auntie to Anglesey for her holidays, my dad drove her car because her husband had never driven to Anglesey, and my dads brother came in his car so he could drive us home. On our way home we were in my uncles car there was my mum, dad, uncle myself and my sister it was the best journey of my life my dad and uncle had us singing all the way home, we stopped for fish and chips in Conway, and we had a really good time, i even remember a lot of the songs we sang now, and i am in my 50's. It was such an enjoyable journey and then it took 7 hours to get home there was no motorway links apart from the M6 but we never complained about the long journey. We still speak of it now as it was so memorable.

Answer 5

I have many memorable car journeys my latest was taking my teenage daughter out for a drive in her first car. We did a video of the tip which you can view on the below link if you like.
Have a lovely day! Linda

Answer 6

On a coach trip with my friends to the French Alps in January.
Seemed I knew exactly where we where going once we got to France. I grew up in Paris until I was 12 (now 14) and seemed to know every road and piece of scenery. My friends kept asking me what's that Joanna? I only knew what it was in French so I had to reply in French, should of seen their faces. LOL!
Like driving past a mountain, Le mont du brouillard. My friends where like what!?!? When we got to the ski resort Alpe D Huez.
Where I have been millions of times before I had to give my friends a tour.

Answer 7

I have several. One of them was when I was young, about 4 or 5, and the whole family was driven to somewhere in Scotland to meet some relatives. It was a station wagon vehicle and me and my brother were lying down to sleep (the seats had been put down) through the night-drive. The weather outside was terrible (wind, rain, cold) but I felt so cosy on the trip.

By the way, good marketing strategy. It's better than phoning me at home and wasting my time as an unwilling responder.

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Answer 8

When we were going on holiday as kids we were going through the docks in the car.Customs came up to the car and counted how many passengers there was in the car. The man couldnt see me as my dad through a blanket over me and I got on free. How bad is that but memorable ay.

Answer 9

On a safari through Kenya. You just can't believe the thrill of seeing a cheetah come out of the grass and walk down the track past the jeep. Or a herd of elephants crossing in front and behind as you stop on the road. Or finally spotting a rhino hiding in a stand of trees. Or watching a female lion stalk a gazelle and its baby, calling to the rest of the pack to join in the hunt.

Amazing journey.

Answer 10

I remember travelling with my girlfriend through the peruvian andes in an old jeep. The roads were very dangerous and I couldn't see anything out of the back window because of a nodding bulldog toy hanging from the back door. These nodding dogs who also pose as genuine questions on here should be destroyed before they cause an accident and a huge insurance claim.