
One of the last things to do before we left the UK was sell our car. It was an annoyingly reliable Volskwagen Passat. How can a car be annoyingly reliable? It was sufficiently unpleasant to drive that we wished it dead, but couldn't justify the cost of replacing it until it did die.
I advertised the beast online in a couple of places. The only responses I got were variations on the Nigerian email scam:
We want to buy your vehicle, but can only pay you in a bank cheque for 3 times what it's worth. You pay us the difference. Anyway, I'd also contacted a few garages that bought 2nd hand cars, and had one lined up to buy it. He wasn't going to offer much, as someone had recently
given him a similar model in better condition. Anyway, on our last day in Edinburgh, I left my office at the uni and went to the car to take it to this garage and get what I could.
On the way, my mobile rang. I only just caught it before it went to voicemail. It was our one and only call of interest in the car. Trying to contain my joy, I said I could drive it to where he was and show him. I did that, and we went for a test drive, and I carefully didn't say we were leaving the country the next day. In the end he paid £300 for the car, twice what I expected to get from the garage. And because the buyer paid less than the advertised price, he felt he'd got a bargain.
Saturday 25th February, we got up, packed our last remaining items, took a last hurried look at the streets of Edinburgh as we went to the airport and boarded the first flight in our trip to Hong-Kong then Perth.