Let's go!

the 19th of July has come at last and we're off.

My story begıns at packıng stage, and before you all flıck to the next paragraph, hang around, you mıght learn somethıng.

There comes a tıme ın life when 2 things come together. In my case the 2 things were travel and underpants. I had too many of them. They were also starting too look a bıt worn.

I came up with the simple equation

Travel+no desire to launder my smalls=the perfect opportunity to get rıd of them.

As I write this from Istanbul, I have left a trail of underpants across most of Europe. I feel more and more liberated the further East we go.

There wıll come a point however when I realise that either I have to go commando or buy the local version. That wıll be a story to be told and, I hope, wıll maintain your interest ın reading my travel journal.

OK, so after a few tearful farewells, we headed for Dover and then across the channel to France. Pretty uneventful apart from a minor detour through central Brussels havıng missed the ring road. This was where we discovered that having no horn could prove to be problematic.

We had made our minds up that we would head straight for the Czech Republic and the party.

After a shift each we made it to Klatova Castle. We came a respectable 5th.

The place was beautiful, set iın gorgeous rollıng hills.

Having been sleep deprived I left Alex to do the partying on my behalf.

We awoke on the second morning to soaking sleeping bags - it had rained really hard in the night.