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Yesterday should have been uninteresting – simply a travel day across Germany and into the Czech Republic. But the police got us. No shoot-outs or roadblocks I’m afraid, just a gentle slap on the wrist and a manageable fine. No, I didn’t get caught making tea while driving. Nor was I caught red-handed at the…
After the caves – and a friendly altercation with the “spaznav” – Sandra drives north. Fast. Speed always sounds swifter in kilometres than miles, but, even so, we really are hoofing it up the A45. But why not? – German motorways are renowned for allowing unlimited top speeds. Nowadays, though, these unrestricted roads are few…
I’m afraid there’s a brief moan about tachographs again today; Namibian and I have been forced, through safety regulations, to struggle unsafely through the night. You see, in order to comply with a weekly rest period of 24 hours – as though we need it – we have to reach Dortmund by six o’clock in…
Ooh, I haven’t told you what’s in the back of my lorry, have I? No, I realise you don’t care…but that’s not the point – this is all pertinent to a rounded rock ‘n’ roll education. Unlike Namibian’s ‘load of crap in the back’, I have ‘Rigging 2’ (the second rigging truck), and a laminated…
What is it with the Japanese? It’s a standing joke that their necks support umpteen cameras, but one would hope that the actual pictures might be rather good? Nope. I’d plump for them being dire. I base my obnoxious generalisation on today’s events: Seven Japanese men are standing around the famous statue of Bremen’s town…
PINK. No, of course I don’t know who she is, but is that just so uncool that it’s almost cool? No, I didn’t think so. Namibian hasn’t a clue either, but we both recognise songs from airtime on the radio. Well, we’ll go and have a little look at her concert – to see what…
