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A good-natured joust takes place at 1am. Namibian has gone and made tea instead of coffee. ‘You said you wanted tea in the mornings,’ he squeals defensively. Well, technically he has me there, but, as I say, it is 1am, which I think even a devout Muslim would regard as night-time. ‘We’ll have trouble getting…
A flash in the mirrors illuminates a raccoon’s intestines on the trailer mudguards. In fairness, I don’t quite know what went under the wheels. But I can’t face removing animal guts, and I’m hoping a lengthy journey will dislodge them – hopefully somewhere in Austria. Aha, the flash turns out to be Namibian electrocuting himself…
Yet again we’re up before the milk. An unmentionable hour sees three trucks hovering on a roundabout in Budapest’s suburbs. Namibian, Little Dick and I pore studiously over a map in the inky blackness. The perennial problem with this vast metropolis, you see, is that, as you approach, road signs indicating truck transit routes resemble…
Just in case you were worrying, a train did eventually arrive in Milan – with me on it. Sunburned AC/DC truckers, with cheerful dispositions, proved what good weather I had missed fooling about attempting to scale glaciers. Today, too, is sunny, yet is spent driving and dealing with a menopausal harridan of a policewoman. She…
Grandpa suggests a jaunt to the southernmost glacier in Europe. ‘It’s no good languishing in bed all morning,’ he says, leaning nonchalantly against my bedroom door jamb. At a shade after 7am – on what is supposed to be a day off – my resplendent grandfather is hovering in the doorway, modelling smokin’ hot underpants…
You didn’t want a blog on Prague, did you? Hasn’t everybody been to Prague? Well, if you haven’t, you ought to go – the City of 1000 Spires is captivating. It is possibly worth avoiding at weekends, though; English men displaying their penises on stag weekends can be a little off-putting. So rather than exploring…
