Having gone through most of the Astran/Middle East thread, I was delighted to find a link on P213 to a Swedish ‘video’
youtube.com/watch?v=iX1Z31etU-8
Here’s a screen shot from it.
I probably wouldn’t have clicked the link except that ‘Wheel Nut’ had written ‘some proper belly tank on that Douglas motor’.
I drove for Douglas freight from the Isle of Man for about 9 months in '76/'77. Sure enough, it’s my Volvo. I’m not in the clip. the guy walking towards the Volvo must have been heading for the left ■■■■■■ next to it.
I can’t remember who else was stopped there. I think the green & white Daf was driven by a lad called Jeff from the Preston area, but could be wrong. I think I met him on another trip when he was headed for Tehran and picked up a turkish girl in Istanbul, who worked in a bank and took her with him. I think her parents alerted the police and he got into big trouble on the way back.
I was loaded with a prefab house for Al Khobar, from Kent IIRC, and you can see bits of it had already fallen into the tilt side. They were a good 20 tons, but the Volvo pulled OK for a 240 - or was it 230? It was very reliable. I don’t think it broke down while I drove it.
I came down through France, then the Blanc, dodgy permit into Italy and on down.
Douglas had a new 6 wheel LHD 290, but that seized the back cylinder on the road back from H4 to Mafraq and the driver dumped it and flew home, leaving an old Jordanian guarding it. I passed him a couple of times over the coming weeks as we started shunting the trailers from Iskenderun & left him food and money. It was eventually recovered.
The houses were for expat Saudia pilots and we delivered maybe 30 or 40 loads, including at least 10 trailers shipped into Iskenderun for onward transit.
The belly tank was, as Wheel Nut said, a beauty, which hooked up to the air line to blow the fuel across, but there were no trailer boxes unfortunately.
As well as giving me the dodgy permit, Roy ■■ the transport manager, said to be sure to plumb the tap loosely at Dover. I did and was able to run on red from France onwards.
There were no restrictions on taking fuel out of the arab countries then, as I understand there were later. I think I could get home on that tank.
The Volvo had a ‘MN’ registration. On another trip a border guard between Czech/Hungary insisted that it wasn’t a British registration & wouldn’t let me through. Sometimes you got sick of paying bakshish, so I waited for the shift change. Luckily he hadn’t told anyone on the new shift and I was just stamped up and let go.
I remember the guy on the evening shift had a 3 ft length of plastic pipe, which he whirled around and played a weird tune. Quite surreal!
Apologies if any details are wrong, but it was 38 years ago.
John