...... and thanks for all the fish
Many thanks to many
people for many things... to our mums
and dads, and Bob
and Theresa, for the pocket money. To Pilch for the goldfish,
Julian for the chaos, and Caroline for the journal and tings. To
Niall and
Cheryl for the fizz, and Ron for the red. To Lou for the camping
tables. To Spud and to Rachel, Neil and Alfie for having us to
stay. Thanks to everyone who
lent us books and DVDs. We read loads, and watched them all, even
the Harry
Potters. Thanks to big sis, Mandy, for keeping in touch about
Grandma, and sorting out the flight. Thanks to Nic and Dad
for the lifts. Thanks to mum for learning how to text.
Thanks to Russell and Christine for paying
the mortgage. Thanks, thanks, thanks, for all the emails and
texts.
The clock on the bus says 5500 miles or nearly 9000 km. The map has come apart at the seams. We didn't know France was so bloody big and so bloody beautiful. We didn't know Spain was so diverse and had such a fantastic north coast. Without getting too Rutger on the roof, we've seen the brightest stars from mountain tops; swam in picture-postcard lakes; slept in forests where you can hear a pine needle drop; been through hundreds of hamlets, villages and towns; walked on so many beaches and around fantastic cities; met so many lovely people; waved to a lot of French crusties in Mercs ... we've done so many things, it's a good job we've told you as we went along, cos it would be one long night down the pub. Remember to ask Steve about his wild boar encounter, and please don't remember to ask me about the pee and the mosquito nest.
Some other things:
We shall also miss all the Happy Mondays. Waking up to realise there's no work to go to ....again ... hooray!
Not sure how much French and Spanish Madame George and Signor Del have picked up, but they've done a stirling job of peeing their way around a small part of Europe. Off now ... to tat down for the journey underneath the sea. Muchos Gracias for tuning in. We'll leave you with two last photos of the eejits we've shared our adventure with. See you all soon. Ours is a Guinness!
The clock on the bus says 5500 miles or nearly 9000 km. The map has come apart at the seams. We didn't know France was so bloody big and so bloody beautiful. We didn't know Spain was so diverse and had such a fantastic north coast. Without getting too Rutger on the roof, we've seen the brightest stars from mountain tops; swam in picture-postcard lakes; slept in forests where you can hear a pine needle drop; been through hundreds of hamlets, villages and towns; walked on so many beaches and around fantastic cities; met so many lovely people; waved to a lot of French crusties in Mercs ... we've done so many things, it's a good job we've told you as we went along, cos it would be one long night down the pub. Remember to ask Steve about his wild boar encounter, and please don't remember to ask me about the pee and the mosquito nest.
Some other things:
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The
French Toilet We're not getting all Frankaphobe on yer ass here, but what in the name of Armitage Shanks is going on, when a country so superior in its transport systems, so advanced in its canine acceptance, so much cleverer in taking long lunches, so much cleaner and more organised in general, still have these all over the place? They often don't lock, they're not always the cleanest, and you need an evening course in 'Balancing and aiming over a small hole in the ground without touching the wall or getting piss on yer flip flops'. |
The Bucket and Spade Thank Dog for that trusty old seaside combo. Never leave home without it! |
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 Steve in his 'Grease Lightnings' showing the Spanish Ricky Tomlinson our route. |
Tee hee, I'll miss watching Steve having long, two-way conversations with French and Spanish blokes, and then coming back over, and me asking what they were talking about, and him replying 'dunno': |
We shall also miss all the Happy Mondays. Waking up to realise there's no work to go to ....again ... hooray!
Not sure how much French and Spanish Madame George and Signor Del have picked up, but they've done a stirling job of peeing their way around a small part of Europe. Off now ... to tat down for the journey underneath the sea. Muchos Gracias for tuning in. We'll leave you with two last photos of the eejits we've shared our adventure with. See you all soon. Ours is a Guinness!