Scream if you want to go faster…
“Reed!” Shouted the lady in the hotel at Andermatt as we walked in the front door in a very German Kommandant like manner. “Jarvohl”. I should have replied but being a bit taken aback at being shouted at the moment you walk through the front door when you know Linda is still outside, I timidly replied ” yes”. “Follow me to your room” she continued curtly and we complied immediately. The room itself was very nice with a brand new bathroom (always a hit with Linda) and our hostess was actually very nice once she’d frog marched us to our...
Read MoreWe’re nearly there…
We awoke in Zurich, having taken the night sleeper from Amsterdam, to be greeted by the fresh mountain air that is Switzerland. No, hang on, that’s not quite right. We got off the train to be greeted by a station that was so smokey it actually had a mist hanging over it. It stank of cigarettes and we almost felt we’d gone back go the 1970’s on some time train, but no, this is Switzerland which advertises it’s clean mountain air but greets you with smell like a stale ashtray. A few days earlier we’d cycled from Orford to Harwich, got the night ferry and then...
Read MoreOur next adventure is about to begin…
So, what is it? Well, we’ve decided to head to the land of cuckoo clocks,Toblerone and mountains – Switzerland and with the snow falling heavily and our destination, Andermatt perched at the top of the Gotthard pass at 2000m currently basking at a balmy -14C what else is there to do but… get our brand new tent out and camp. I know, crazy! When we planned this trip the weather at Andermatt was a cool but comfortable 12C and we thought hey ho, an extra blanket and we’ll be fine. But with the weather changing we’ve booked hotels instead. So, are we finally set to...
Read MoreGoing Ape!
We got our money from Nat West as Barclays ATM was out of order and popped into M&S to see if they had any Cornish crackler, they didn’t so we went to Morrisons to get cheddar, passing numerous vans advertising Strongbow, John Smiths, McVities and Walkers crisps, sent a couple of post cards from a the Royal Mail Post Office, avoided all the cafes selling Bacon and Eggs and British Fish and Chips, made sure we said ‘Gor Blimey Govnor’ a lot and asked a British Bobby what the time was. Welcome to Gibraltar, a little England in a sea of Spain. This is a weird but...
Read MoreGrenade!!
Spain and Britain share the same attitude to firework safety as each other. Both countries have festivals where fireworks play key roles and both have an age restrictions for buying fireworks of 16. The difference is Spain mean months. Literally if you can walk, the n for one week in March you’ll be given limitless supplies of high explosive and a box of matches and told to go and scare the crap out of the tourists! And these aren’t ordinary fireworks either. No pretty ones, no aaaahhhh, just lots of noise and a lot of smoke. These aren’t so much you’re normal UK...
Read MoreLet’s enter the marathon….
We left Barcelona on a Sunday morning – they’ll be no cars on the road we said and how right we were. Instead there were thousands of people doing the marathon and the roads had been closed in some very devious Mobious strip like affair where we just kept ending up back at the same place. Clever but very frustrating. We even considered just going back to Stalag 14 but for some reason we could no longer get there from here. The runners were only outnumbered by spectators and in turn by Police who weren’t standing on street corners as the corners just wern’t big enough...
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