The Tyrol
So after we had finished being punished by Italy and more specifically, the Romans, we were now on the back straight and heading northwards towards Austria. The journey felt a lot quicker than it had done before visiting Italy. Maybe it was because I was getting so tired I wasn’t paying attention to the road, maybe it was the fact that I...
a lot of it..
I know it’s been a long time since I posted; I’ve got a lot to catch up on. I’ve just been hell busy with other things so it was pushed to the back of the pile. My last blog ended after Monaco Casino, where I woke up the next day and made my way over to Italy. More specifically we stopped off at Florence. Now I know I’ve left this...
Nice Nice
I have to start making a bigger effort with these blogs. They’re getting harder to write. Not because I don’t enjoy writing them, but because I’m being backlogged with so many other stories since I returned to London that I’m beginning to forget details from Europe. On our way to the French Riviera we stopped off at a local perfumery...
Lauterbrunnen
Well I’m back to post another blog – finally. I apologise for the delay, but my life has taken such a busy turn that I struggle to find the time to keep it as updated as I’d like. I’m actually lying, although I’ve been really busy sorting everything out over here in London, I still manage to find sufficient time to stalk as many...
and ‘The Bastille’.
On the first night, Donal and I were roomed with a fella from China named Ling Tong. He ended up being the nicest guy on tour. But when we first met him, we had no idea what he was talking about. He said he was 22, 23 and 21 years old. 22 here, 21 someone else and 23 in China. He also told us his name was then Tony. I didn’t know what to do, so I started calling him Ping Pong. This eventuated into Ping which about a quarter of the bus began to use.
He didn’t like it, so we ended up all calling him by his ‘English’ name – Tony. He gets a special mention here because he was one of the guys who made the tour. He was odd; he was always looking for Chinese restaurants, hugging my mate Rich down the streets of Europe until they looked like a gay couple, and would laugh on end until everyone else was laughing. You are a legend mate. Good ole Ping Pong.
Anyway, enough rambling. I’m sure you want to hear a little more about the actually trip!
Read MoreParis – Day 1
WOW!
Where do I begin?!
First things first, I WILL be posting a lot over the next few weeks, with constant updates from the various cities I visited while on my 3 week adventure around Europe. BUT I’ll need time to do so because I’m so bogged down with the inconvenience of having my bag stolen. However, this is a story for another time.
I’ll skip the boring crap explaining how I reached possibly the worst looking hostel in the world – the clink. If anything ever comes of my blog, I’ll highly enforce a de-marketing scheme of this hostel. Although I didn’t technically stay there, I was told from my new found American friends, “it’s a shithole”, and that’s to put it nicely. This was drastically reinforced all trip.
ANYWAY, we reached Dover ports and got on the ferry where we crossed the English Channel to reach Calais in France. The first piece of Europe I saw. I’ve never been more excited in my life.
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