That evening I cooked again. This time a rice dish for 10 hungry campers. I actually really enjoyed it as it gave me some head space outside of driving. Cooking can be a calming experience sometimes.
The following day saw the worst driving yet, especially in the evening after another long stint on the road. The wind blew flurries of snow across the road and the caravan in front of us (we took the spot at the rear of the convoy) blew up vast could of white. Visibility was terrible at times. When trucks came past it was virtually a whiteout. All you could do was hold on and keep the thing in a straight line. I was very glad to be in Bernie's company as he is a very experienced driver and kept me calm. he also did a lot of the driving as I wad doing the cooking. A fair trade I thought.