I have a very scary then eventually funny story from our van trip in Spain.
>inna mountains North of Madrid
>super quiet free parking/campgrounds by a small stream, pitch black and empty, dirt road to get there,
>about 2am, hear a car pull up and start idling,
>strange as we're so remote and its so late, and nearest main road is miles away,
>I peak out and see a black saloon, with two guys sitting in it,
>they have inside light on, passing shit between each other, looking very shifty,
>suddenly they notice the van behind them, and slam lights off,
>I basically fall away from the curtain so they don't see me,
>My gf waking up, asking what's happening, I say don't worry be very quiet,
>at this point the guys are out the car with torches, shining towards the van,
>I get a good look at them, one huge guy, the other skinny and sort of scruffy looking,
>they walk up to the van and start looking inside the cab (separate to our living bit completely, it was a self build),
>they are really scrutinising it, and this is when I start to realise I need to arm myself,
>I take a long wooden pole out of our beach windbreak that was under the bed, it's sharpened into a stake,
>my gf is quietly putting her clothes on, kitchen knife in hand,
>after a good few minutes of them inspecting the van, walking all around it, they say something in Spanish,
>they start to walk back to their car, turning back to check if we're looking out the window,
>satisfied we're not, they open up the boot, what I saw next made my blood run literally cold,
>huge black duffel bag, body sized, in the trunk of this car,
>they heave it out and it falls to the floor with a thud,
>I'm thinking now 'shit, if they even suspect we're witness to whatever they're doing, we are fucked',
>preparing to crawl into cab through small opening and drive out of there,
>just as I'm about to do it, they open the bag,
>cont.
