Mike pulled in to a car park before we got to the repair centre which had a couple of motorhomes in it. The driver of one off them indicated that we should follow him. We did, but it felt strange. We went on to a housing estate and were being followed by another vehicle. Didn't seem much like a motorhome repair centre and Mike was getting a bit spooked. We parked in the front garden of what looked like a house with a large garage. The double gates were locked behind us. Very strange. Were they keeping us in or other people out? Anyway, a long, frustrating 3 hours ensued. They changed the regulator and we had to dump all our gas. They billed us over £120 for the pleasure which seemed very expensive. However, the gas was working! We could be independent and free again. First stop was the supermarket and we spent all our Latvian currency in Supermarket Sweep style. Lovely.
Our stop that night was in a church car park off the main road. We had been fantasizing about our hot meal. Mike fancied eggs and fried potatoes. I switched the fridge on and heard the roar of gas at high pressure. Mike tested the hob and a flame of gas shot out of the burner. Gutted. We had been done over by the motorhome version of cowboybuilders.com. Cold baked beans again for Mike, cheese and tomato sandwich for me.