19 months in my FrontRunner rooftop tent. The most intense and beautiful months of my life. In this tent, I slept, but not only: I kept dreaming, thinking, imagining, I had sooo long conversations on the phone, with friends, family, I spent days watching and re watching my photos, to realise (will I ever realise one day?), I drew, the drafts of other dreams, I spied predators, I isolated from the world, I disconnected from problems, I breathed, I doubted, I cried, I cried so many times in this tent, of happiness, anger, sadness, and love. I treated this tent like a shelter, like a home.
But it’s been months my tiny home is feeling sick. The cover barely survives now. No more straps, no more zipper, no more net, the mattress is not waterproof and has got mold for painting, and my back is definitely not the happiest anymore.
My friend Roland insisted to find a solution once for all. He put me in contact with Shaun and both solved the problem a few days later.
'Bundutec is happy to help!'
But who are they? I never heard about them before, let’s be honest. I’m not particularly interested in the overland world equipment (yes indeed).
As already mentioned, I was so worried to be trapped by a brand, to do things to please them, and to forget about my own desires and who I am, to pretend, and to become a puppet in this commercial bullshit world.
I finally got to meet the team. And I was shocked. We have no agreement, nothing. These guys just feel concerned about this solo adventure and genuinely happy to help me.
Thank you for taking care of me, for your generosity, and for being so human. I will never forget.
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