{"id":3553,"date":"2026-07-06T20:36:03","date_gmt":"2026-07-06T20:36:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/niky-slowtravels.cz\/?p=3553"},"modified":"2026-07-07T11:36:27","modified_gmt":"2026-07-07T11:36:27","slug":"od-napadu-k-realite-jak-jsem-si-poridila-svou-prvni-obytnou-dodavku-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/niky-slowtravels.cz\/en\/od-napadu-k-realite-jak-jsem-si-poridila-svou-prvni-obytnou-dodavku-2\/","title":{"rendered":"From idea to reality: How I got my first campervan"},"content":{"rendered":"
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From idea to reality: How I got my first campervan<\/h1>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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I don't know if there's one specific moment when a person decides to change their life. For me, it wasn't one decision made overnight. It was more like a quiet, slow collapse of everything I had considered \"normal.\"<\/em><\/p>\n

And then one day I was sitting in the Netherlands and for the first time in my life I admitted to myself that I didn't want to go back. Not because I had a plan. But because I knew I couldn't keep living like this.<\/em><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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The dream that was supposed to stay a dream<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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The idea of living in a van came to me long before any of this. It was during covid, when I'd lie in bed every evening scrolling through social media, watching people who lived completely differently. A small campervan, minimal stuff, maximum freedom. Van life as an everyday reality, not just a holiday.<\/p>

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It drew me in immediately. I watched every video, lived every story \u2013 but at the same time I kept it filed away somewhere very far in my head. As something beautiful but unrealistic. I kept telling myself: this would be a life\u2026<\/em> And right after that came the second thought: How do you change your life this radically when you have commitments, a job, a flat, a mortgage?<\/em><\/p>

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And there was one more thing. Every time I watched someone living this way, they either had money saved up or they worked online. Both feel out of reach for a lot of people. Not everyone has savings, and not everyone wants to \u2013 or can \u2013 work remotely. So the dream stayed a dream. One of those classic \"maybe someday\" things.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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The Netherlands as a turning point<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t
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I originally went to the Netherlands for just a few months. I needed to get away. Change my surroundings. Escape the cycle that had been slowly grinding me down. It wasn't running towards a dream. It was running away from reality.<\/strong><\/p>

But it was there, in a completely different environment, surrounded by different people and a different rhythm, that something changed. Suddenly I had distance. And with that distance came one uncomfortable truth \u2013 that the life I was supposed to go back to was one I no longer wanted to live. By the end of the first week it hit me completely. And that's when the thought of van life came back. Life in a campervan. This time not as a distant dream, but as a real possibility.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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The decision that changed everything\n<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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Suddenly everything started to click into place. For the first time I let myself think differently. Not \"what if it doesn't work\"<\/em>, but \"what if it does.\"<\/em><\/strong>I started building a plan in my head.<\/p>

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It was a radical life change. And I knew it. But for the first time I didn't feel afraid. Just a strange calm and certainty that this was exactly the path I wanted to take.<\/p>

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The decision to sell the flat had actually been made before my trip to the Netherlands. I knew I didn't want to keep living in my hometown. At first I thought about moving somewhere else within the country, maybe a small house. But honestly \u2013 I could feel it would be a change, just not the one I truly wanted. I wanted more. I wanted to leave completely. And in the Netherlands I finally figured out how.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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After coming back to the Czech Republic, things moved incredibly fast. The flat that had felt like security just weeks before suddenly became just a means to an end \u2013 so I could go after my dream. The first buyer came, looked around and bought it. I handed in my notice at work, and suddenly I was standing in the middle of my own life, selling it off piece by piece.<\/strong> Furniture, clothes, things I'd been collecting for years. And with every sold item I realised more and more how little a person actually needs.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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The questions you hear over and over<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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\"But what if you want to come back?\" \"Where will you live?\" \"What if something goes wrong?\"<\/strong><\/p>

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\"You can't live like this forever \u2013 at some point you'll need to settle down.\"<\/em><\/strong><\/p>

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I heard these questions over and over. And honestly \u2013 they made sense. But I was no longer in the \"what if\" phase.<\/em>I was in the phase where I knew that if I didn't try, I'd regret it. I didn't want to spend more years thinking about how to change my life. I just wanted to do it.<\/strong><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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Once the decision was made, it was clear I'd be looking for an already converted van \u2013 ready to move into. The idea of building one myself was tempting, and it probably would have been cheaper. But I couldn't have done it alone. I didn't know anyone handy enough to take it on. And time was pressing \u2013 everything needed to be sorted within about two and a half months.<\/p>

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From all the videos I'd been watching, I had a pretty clear picture of what I wanted. Or so I thought. I knew I was looking for a Fiat Ducato. It's popular among van lifers, spare parts are easy to find anywhere in Europe, and it's reasonably priced. What I didn't know was that I should also be paying attention to the specific engine type. I was shooting in the dark there \u2013 but I got lucky.<\/p>

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My requirements for the campervan interior<\/h3>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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A fixed bed.<\/strong> I knew I wouldn't want to fold and unfold a bed every evening. I want to lie down and sleep. Simple as that.<\/p>

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A shower and chemical toilet.<\/strong> I was planning to live in the van year-round and I knew that in winter I simply couldn't shower outside or spend time hunting for showers at petrol stations. This was non-negotiable.<\/p>

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A solar panel.<\/strong> No question about it. Vans without a roof panel I skipped immediately.<\/p>

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A gas cooker with pistol-grip refill.<\/strong> I was worried about electricity consumption with an electric hob. But I didn't want standard gas canisters either \u2013 swapping them seemed complicated, and I'd read that in some countries it's hard to find the right one. Then I came across the option of refilling through a pistol grip, like filling up with fuel at a petrol station. I loved the idea. I thought it might be too much to ask for \u2013 but I got it.<\/p>

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A fridge, kitchen counter and tanks for clean and grey water.\u00a0<\/strong>The basics, without which year-round van life doesn't make sense.<\/span><\/p>

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Swivel seats.<\/strong> I wanted to remove the partition behind the driver and passenger seats and replace it with swivel seats to create a more open, airy space. Looking back, I'm not a hundred percent sure it's the ideal setup \u2013 in winter the cold comes through the floor and windows of the front cab, which isn't insulated like the rest of the van. But space-wise it works for me.<\/p>

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A rear camera.<\/strong> An absolute must. I always struggled with reversing even in my small Opel Corsa. With a huge van and no camera I honestly can't imagine it.<\/p>

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On Czech second-hand sites I couldn't find anything that ticked all my boxes. Something was always missing. Either the solar panel, or a shower, or the mileage was over 300,000 km. And when a van did have everything, the price was through the roof. On top of that, factory conversions never really appealed to me. I always preferred self-builds \u2013 they feel more personal and are usually better thought through for real everyday life.<\/p>

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So I switched to German websites. And that's where I found her. A tam jsem ji na\u0161la.<\/strong><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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Since I know nothing about vehicles and had no one to advise me, I looked for an import company that handles bringing cars over from Germany. The way it works is simple \u2013 you choose a car from their listings, they send a mechanic to Germany who personally inspects it, test drives it, takes photos and videos, checks the documents, speaks to the seller \u2013 and then passes everything on to you directly from the location. We had a call and I could ask anything I needed.<\/p>

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\u00a0After choosing the van I contacted the company by email. They sent me a brokerage agreement and I had to pay a deposit upfront \u2013 in my case 200,000 CZK. If I'd decided not to take the van in the end, the money would have been returned.<\/p>

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The mechanic confirmed the van matched the listing. No visible damage, no rust, the condition matched what the seller had described. I already knew I wanted it before his report came through. I was just waiting for confirmation.<\/p>

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From that point on, everything was in the company's hands. The whole process from first contact to delivery in the Czech Republic took a month. In my case it dragged on a bit longer because I was waiting for the money from the flat sale \u2013 and since it went through over the Christmas holidays, everything slowed down enormously. I waited nearly two months for the money to come through. The van was already sitting at their depot. They were willing to wait \u2013 and I was incredibly grateful for that.<\/p>

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As part of the deal I arranged for new all-season tyres through the company \u2013 I chose them myself, they ordered them and fitted them on the spot. And the mechanic who had been to Germany for the inspection set aside an hour and a half to walk me through everything about the van. What he'd found out from the previous owner, how everything worked, what to watch out for. For me, someone who had never set foot inside a campervan before, it was like stepping into another world. If I remembered even half of what he told me, it was a win.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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