Another day, another hotel
We have been travelling for an eternity. I think this is what my life it going to be for the rest of my life and I'm not so sure I want to live in the PTU everyday. Everyday we wake up and I get shoved in the box for hours, then it is a on to a new tiny little apartment for the night and then it happens all over again in the morning.
I have learned to cope with the driving part, I just sit in the box and sleep, or stare. Mum looks back at me every now and then, and I just stare back at her. Or bite her if she sticks her finger in.
At certain rest stops I get to be freed from the PTU to walk around in the truck. There are always too many scary big trucks and noises outside and I'm content to just look out the window.
I have heard rumors that this may be the last stop before we finally get where we are going. I sure hope so. I'd like to stay somewhere for more than a few hours.