Brings back my own memories of a family road trip I experienced with my parents and younger brother in the summer of 1966. My father bought a T1 (split windshield) microbus that had been used to transport workers to and from the mill he worked in. He converted it into a basic camper van with a dining table that dropped down to make a bed, and little cubby holes to store camping gear and food. We made a round trip from the north east coast of Scotland to Poland, traveling through West Germany on the day of the England-Germany world cup final (that's how I remember it was 1966). East Germany was interesting. In the middle of the night, after taking a wrong turn and heading to Berlin instead of the Polish border, we were approached by some Russian soldiers at a rest stop. All they wanted was to "exchange" some watches for hard currency. Needless to say my parents complied as best they could. They didn't want to test if it was an offer they could refuse.