The Syncronicles

It must have been around 1991 when i first sat in a VW T3.

After my mom died I grew up in an orphanage and there we had two of those white VW T3 transporter vans we used to get around.

Back then the orphanage was led by christian nuns so they were driving these things – not really well so it has always been an adventure. I remember really funny stories when we drove down to Italy during the summer holidays for our annual two week beach vacations. It was the highlight of the year. It was all about camping out, eating outside and living under the pine trees at the beach.

We never had any issues with the Vans – they brought us back safely, sunburned and happy…