To Europe and Beyond

Well.

There certainly was a lack of updates. Between learning to drive standard, getting to the insane Czech Out Party and having a few roof rack mishaps, there just  was not enough time to maintain this blog until now. I am currently sitting in a hotel in Vienna. I do not know the name, I think it is just called ‘hotel’.

Ours was not the most auspicious of beginnings, considering we didn’t exactly know how to drive our car, for one. Moreover, we got into Goodwood camping at 2 30 in the morning. Why, you ask? Well, on Andrea’s second day of driving manual we needed to head directly into the centre of London. There, we got so lost that we ended up seeing, I kid you not, Big Ben, The London Eye, London Bridge and Westminister. We also went across every bridge except the Millenium Bridge, and that is only because it is a pedestrian one (the way it was looking, we would have ended up crossing that too eventually). All in a day’s work. Promptly after arriving at the camping we were told our little red fighter was, in fact, a crap car. Luckily, there are about 5 other teams with them.

We then tried our best to zoom towards the Czech Republic for the Czech Out party, but the Adventurists were testing us. NO signs, practically no idea where roads were, and the roads that were there were windy and small. When we finally pulled over a hill to find the completely hidden campsite we were overjoyed. We then spent the day after in Prague nursing hangovers from a mighty good night.

So, we are now in Vienna, after being offered to sleep in the back garden of a family of hippies (we only declined because they lived in the opposite direction). Our problems have been somewhat minor, a ripped roof rack being the worst of it, and that happened yesterday and was fixed by our wonderful convoy. We are heading towards Romania, where apparently bribes abound and roads are shit. Except the Transfalgarian, which Europeans are massively excited about and I don’t think I know how to spell. Then it is off to Odessa and Volgograd, where I will pick up a handful of Matryoshka dolls.

I have missed so much, I am sure, but Andrea will fill you in I assume, and with pictures!

Love you all,

Dancy