It is time for this blog to shifts its focus (if it ever had one) from being the inane rantings of my deranged brain to some more experience-based anecdotes from our European holiday.
And so begins our journey to the European continent. In early June, we packed up a 2002 Blue Peugeot 406 Station Wagon I've named the 'Blue Bolt', and embarked on a 3-month long cultural extravaganza. The car is nearly dragging its' axles along the ground, packed full of camping gear, fish sauce, clothing, fishing rods and other miscellaneous but doubtless necessary equipment.
Our itinerary would take us to France for a short time, visiting Nicola's cousin, before heading into Switzerland. Then, via a short trip to Germany and Denmark, we were to head north to Norway, Sweden and Estonia.
Next up is a side-trip to St. Petersburg, back to Estonia for a short time, then to Latvia and through Poland to the Czech Republic. From there, we are to go back into Germany for more time, into Austria, northern Italy and into Slovenia and Croatia for a time.
From Croatia, we're to head to the 'Achilles Heel' of Italy, drive to the Amalfi Coast, and then head up the 'shin' of the boot and around to Southern France.
After finalising our time in France, we crawl back to the 'Mother Country' for some Scottish, Northern Welsh and Irish good times.
There are many questions to be asked before a trip like this. Will the car fall into a pile of rusty bolts somewhere in the wilderness of Eastern Europe? Can I possibly adjust to driving on the right with proven poor cognizance of direction and shaky concentration levels? Will my constant sarcasm get the better of Nicola and result in my eventual murder? Can two Australians really make a 3-month journey in an 8-year old high-mileage station wagon, and expect to survive all the challenges of camping?
I suppose we will find all of this out (and maybe more) in our trip, and this blog should keep you relatively up to date with the outcomes...
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