“The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.” ― Christopher McCandless
We looked out across the city – one of the great cities – from the 23rd floor of the skyscraper. Saigon bustled all around us and stretched away into the distance, until it merged with the spectacular monsoon sunset to our west, where we’d came from. 7 years previously the idea had formed. A simple idea; V8Nam. Get a couple of cars with V8 engines, and drive them to Vietnam. And we’d just done it. In the previous 8 weeks and 12,000 miles we’d travelled half the world. At the wheel of a 1990 Corvette and a 1978 Rolls Royce, we’d crossed mountains and deserts, forded rivers and red tape, and refused to believe there was any chance we wouldn’t make the finish. And at that moment, on the 23rd floor of the Saigon Sheraton, as we chinked mojitos against the sunset, all the stresses, trials and hardships of the previous 12,000 miles faded to nothing. At that moment, we realised we’d done it.