In the Ford Transit Custom Nugget on Tour de Suisse

So this is what adventure feels like: After three and a half decades of driving, I venture out on a motorhome holiday with my partner Carla for the first time. We leave the route open because of the current “April-Summer” and only roughly define the regions: Jura, Lac de Joux, Lake Geneva, Valais. Good preparation is everything: Carla’s camping experience comes into play when equipping the galley: She has pans with removable handles, multifunctional cutlery and puts the spices in small shakers. I am amazed and learn. We stow laptops, leisure gear and clothes neatly in so-called rako boxes so that nothing slips or rattles later. We also decide to take a pavilion tent as rain protection in addition to the stand-up paddle. We have to do without our bikes due to the lack of a suitable bike rack. But because our nugget offers 220 volts, I insist on my Nespresso machine. So much luxury is allowed.

Carla has tent experience, but she is also a camper newbie. And so, after we have stowed our luggage and groceries and filled the water tank, we decide to spend the first night not far from home at the edge of the forest (wild camping is usually forbidden in Switzerland unless you ask the landowner). Quasi a test night. With a glass of wine, we enjoy the sunset on the Nugget’s folding camping chairs, later fold out the high roof and climb the small ladder into bed – a surprisingly comfortable, 1.38-meter-wide lounger with a slatted frame. Sleeping in the wilderness works surprisingly well. Fascinating how many noises you can hear in the forest at night. But shortly before sunrise the first problem – the bladder is squeezing. Of course, there is no toilet in our nugget. Carla’s old camper wisdom is: “The next tree is your toilet.”