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We have a cowboy on this tour. No, not somebody who operates shoddily at the boundaries of legality, but a real cowboy who can perform rope tricks and ride bulls. His name is Pete, but his nickname -used by everybody – is unsurprisingly “Cowboy”. When not driving rock ‘n’ roll trucks, or entering rodeos, he…
Oh, what a bore. You know that AC/DC cancelled show in Zurich? Well, it’s back on. So, instead of frolicking in the sunshine in Bilbao for a non-driving Sunday, permits have been organised and we’re now in a mad rush. In fact, the amount of time allotted to reach Switzerland again means that the dreaded…
We’re now in Barakaldo, a little west of Bilbao, Spain, where Cookie suggests a rock ‘n’ roll night out. ‘Hang on then, let’s get our AC/DC cardigans,’ we chorus. So, donning our matching crew “swag” – looking summery dressed in black – we set off via Bilbao Exhibition Centre’s tourist office. Cookie lingers longer than…
Namibian has conjured up a little jewel recently – literary flair is simply thriving on tour. Between extended periods of gnawing on his knuckles, polishing his curved horns and fangs.. Oh sorry, I got carried away there – his tail doesn’t, in fact, thrash like a wild scorpion. Namibian doesn’t even have a tail. Anyway,…
Namibian has an unparalleled knack for misquoting. Place names, statistics, you name it – he gets it wrong: ‘Milan is confusing,’ he opens. I point out that this is, in fact, Madrid. ‘Well, Milan, or Madrid, or whatever you want to call it,’ he replies irritably. Hang on a minute, they’re completely different cities in…
Justin is my dinner companion in Barcelona, a chap I met on a polar expedition. Well, it was billed as an expedition, requiring high levels of fitness, but really it was a small cruise for duffers. Let’s just say that we were fit before we started. It was a circumnavigation of a Norwegian archipelago in…
