Joat's camper van project reminded me of a story.
Once upon a time in a previous life, when I was a handsome, and dashing Federal Agent (Hey, it’s my memory … I can embellish if I want), we received information that a Volkswagen Camper that had arrived in New Orleans may contain drugs.
The vehicle had been sitting on a New Orleans wharf for several days in the summer sun. Another agent and I got the task of checking out the vehicle. Did I mention it was New Orleans, and that it was summer? Was it hot in that vehicle when we climbed in? Sauna would be a good description.
Anyway, we did the usual search of the glove box, the drawers in the little sink area, the seats. We found nothing. But the information had come from Interpol, so it should be reliable. Hmmm. We were about to quit when I decided to check under the thin plywood headliner in the driver’s area. I used my trusty Swiss Army knife to unscrew some of the screws and pulled the headliner slightly away from the roof right where it met the windshield.
I thought I detected a slight odor when I cracked the headliner, so I stuck my nose up for a sniff. That isn’t easy when you have a big nose and have your face up against the windshield and the headliner. Definitely a strong odor. My partner grabbed the edges of the headliner and pulled down as far as he could, and I saw a package glued to the roof. It was well stuck with contact cement, but I got it out and discovered it was one of those plastic containers that usually have blue stuff in them so you can freeze ‘em and stick ‘em in your ice chest.
Only this container was brown. A quick poke with the all-purpose Swiss Army knife revealed a smelly brown, tar-like substance with a strong marijuana smell. A quick field test showed we had a container of hashish. But wait! There’s more, as the ads say. There were multiple packages glued up there.
So we drove the vehicle to the police garage (where it was cooler) and began to disassemble it. First, we got all the hash out the headliner area. Then we removed all the seats and started on the interior wood paneling. Every possible cubic inch of space between the body exterior and the paneling was loaded with packages of drugs. Then we removed the pedestal sink/stove area and took a look at the floor. It had a nice layer of vinyl flooring over 3/4” plywood. They had laid packages of drugs close together, drawn an outline, and cut mortises in the flooring to hold each 3/4" thick package, before re-installing the vinyl floor covering.
At this point, it looked like the scene from the movie “The French Connection” with the interior gutted, and parts of the vehicle every.
Then we got a call that said someone was at the wharf wanting to pick up the vehicle … but that’s another story.
The point is there are many creative ways to insulate a camping vehicle. Some of the insulating material may be more expensive than most want to spend. Too much money, too many years.