V. on Whats worse than a fat German…
When you are aged 34 and 29 at the weekends, it is a massive compliment to be called a senorita. I lapped up all adoration of perceived youth from the men in the lobby. Ok, so they were all over … Continue reading
I have become the type of woman I hate. I am only interested in men who drive the right kind of car, in this case a Discovery 3. I have scoured the streets of Tortosa looking for Tortossas who drive … Continue reading
Well, after congratulating my brother on some sterling driving and having let him sleep for six hours, we headed to refuel before driving over the imaginary finishing line to victory in Valencia. Having been on the road for three days, … Continue reading
You have never been truly cold until you consider changing into a ski suit in a lorry park ,whilst searching for a fur hat. The beloved ski suit that made outings to my brother’s friends houses in Hungary was mercifully … Continue reading
At 5:30 am I scuttled out the side of the house like a fur swathed Gollum. My face was obscured by my schnood, as I rolled two tyres towards the taxi. The driver looked too frightened to get out and … Continue reading
One fly fisherman and his wandering sister set out on a trip to Spain.
So first things first. For a road trip simply take one working vehicle, a SAT NAV and a stereo. We start in Eastern Europe, so let’s face it we are lucky if the stereo hasn’t been taken already. Currently the vehicle has no wheels, so I shall be flying out with a suitcase of impractical shoes and a couple of tyres for a 4X4. Its not quite the matching luxe luggage set I dream of at night, granted. We have no idea really where we are going, except to the South of Spain, how long we might be there for, or indeed what I will actually do if we do get there. It does however promise to be a ripper of a trip, if my sejorn to Hungary was any kind of measuring stick. We shan’t be watching Hungarians diembowel pigs on A frames, which will be a relief for the vegetarian brother. I fully intend to get to a bull fight, if I am not felled by a shower of organic potatoes, in a bid by the bro to make me more eco concious. Its fair to say, we dont know what the hell we are doing, where the hell we are going, but it will be a hell of a laugh. So first stop will be Budapest, to get the wheels on the Discovery and discover the open road. Continue reading