We're ın Greece. I know you're not meant to pass opınıon when travel wrıtıng, the strength of the wrıtıng should convey all. Bugger ıt. We lıke Greece. We've only spent one day here but ıt has already endeared ıtself more than Italy dıd ın almost a fortnıght. Takıng that short ferry has shuttled us from one European country to another, whıch seems half a world apart. If not half a world ıt must have been a tıme capsule to a world half a century apart. We have travelled fıve hours from the ferr [View Full Entry]

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We left our overprıced hotel and made our way to the Barı - Patros ferry. We had quıte a waıt ahead of us but who really mınds waıtıng when the weather ıs clear and the temperature ıs hot? We sat on the only portsıde ın Europe not to sell water, ıt took half an hour of searchıng before we found an expensıve vendıng machıne to quench our thırst. As normal, after sıttıng besıde the bıke we soon had a small crowd of excıted onlookers. Our new frıends for today were a bunch of BMW [View Full Entry]

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I said that none of the ruins felt quite real in the last blog. Han agreed with me. When faced with the stone hard corpses of people permanently preserved in their pain, she said "I find it hard to see them as people." By this time we had plenty of company, coach after coach had spewed Americans into the city during the hours we had been exploring. Most of them walked around with cameras glued to their faces, seeing the world second hand through a viewfinder. Why not stay at home and watch a film? When confronted by the victims of [View Full Entry]

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"Which way do you think the train is going to come?" Han asked me the question in a very tired voice. "Left" I resolutely decided. I don't know why I chose left, but I'd had that feeling since the barriers came down. We were stood outside our far too expensive Bari hotel, just watching the traffic when the klaxon sounded and the barriers rolled down, announcing an impending train. Even as the red and white chevrons lowered, cars were dodging under them with typical Italian dedication to destination. The sirens continued and the red hazard lights carried on flashing while cars [View Full Entry]

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I stuck my head out to the left, in an effort to find some gap through the gridlock of Napolian traffic. I quickly whipped it back in to avoid having it ripped off by the Bandit borne crazy. He was filtering at warp speed on just one wheel, straight down the centre of the clogged lanes. For as far as I could see him receeding in my mirrors, his sketchy speed wheelie scribbled a scratchy black scrawl on the slick wet cobbles. I was having enough trouble on two wheels. I don't think I've seen worse roads this side of Basra. [View Full Entry]

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We've missed a bit. We visited Pisa, saw a tower what was leaning, that's about the summation of our Northern Italy jaunt. After Pisa we made a beeline for Rome. We arrived late afternoon and found, surprisingly, the cheapest campsite yet in Italy. Camping Roma, it had excellent facilities and a great, if expensive, bar. As we set up the tent a guy introduced himself to us, Alex Duke, what an awesome name. He was Australian and greeted us by passing me a beer. He sat with us for a while and told us how awkward it was to travel in [View Full Entry]

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Sorry for the lack of updates, plenty of photos added at the end of this. To sum up the blank space; amazing roads, crazy semi-clad sports bike pilots, Han getting bitten to shreds by local wildlife, perfect sun, less than perfect bike, expensive camping and language barriers. There you go, you may as well have been there. We take up the story on the shoulder of Italy. There's nothing quite like waking up under a foreign sun and stretching that first morning stretch in unfamiliar rays, secure in the knowledge you have a hangover and there is nothing to do that [View Full Entry]

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After passing the perma-tanned packed beaches of St. Tropez and Cannes, the first campsite we found was practically on a building site. Either side of it for mile upon mile was nothing but a cheap casino and swathes of harsh pebble beach. After cooking our dinner of tomato and potato stew, washed down with ten of Lidl's cheapest beers, we went out to sample the night life. The night life happened to consist of sitting on a rough built rubble pier, listening to a coach load of Young Americans. Sat in the middle of Europe thousands of miles from home the [View Full Entry]

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"Can you hear that?" Hannah's voice whispered at me from the cocoons of her sleeping bag. "No" I monotoned back through folds of sleep. In truth I thought I had heard something, but was too sleepy to care that we were about to be eaten alive by foreign beasties. "Don't go back to sleep Joel, there's definitely something out there." That time I definitely heard it too, a wet and warm snuffle and a series of twangs as something large and furry walked into the barbed wire fence, just feet from our tent's door. I could hear the footfalls of a [View Full Entry]

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After settling into our ferry life, after Hannah had done 15 laps of every deck we retired to the bar to check out the free entertainment. 'Free entertainment,' even it isn't particularly entertaining, is still free - plus we were on a cruise ship, would it not be downright rude not to partake in some cruise ship entertainment? Thanks to shows such as X-Factor, 'Cruise ship singer' has become an insult, but to their credit the P&O performers performed like, well, cruise ship performers. In the most complimentary possible way of course. We had heard that there was going to be [View Full Entry]

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