Blogs from Europe - page 13065

In the morning I had two missed calls on my phone from Kia. I wondered what was up, but just put it down to more banter from the night before. Then Kia did ring, and it was bad news. Matty had been jumped by a group of blokes as they left the Queens, smashing him over the head with a bottle and then laying into him. From what Kia said, they had walked out together and a bloke had said something to Matt who ignored it, and then once they were passed they jumped on Matt from behind. They took Matt’s phone and valuables, and Kia jumped on top of Matt while they were kicking into him to try and minimise the damage. Two blokes were after Sian, and he ended up around the corner where ... read more

The feastival of 2007 All dressed up and lots of entertainment... read more

Memorable Giant Weiner Schnitzels. When a backpack similar to mine was frustratingly dumped on the floor and a weary traveller plunked down into the padded airport seat next to me, two thoughts crossed my mind. The first “Why on earth haven’t you checked your backpack in?” and the second, “Bet she’s on the same Intrepid trip as I am”. She was wearing comfortable clothing, hiking boots, had a backpack; albeit not checked in and looked tired. All signs of a young backpacker. I refrained from asking her if she was on the same trip, after all she may consider me socially insane. Besides, I too had been up since 3am to catch the Heathrow Express to be sitting at the departure gates for this early morning flight and my social skills had taken a caffeine deprived ... read more

La duración del vuelo y el cambio horario nos plantan en Moscú a primera hora de la mañana. No he dormido casi nada pero no se sale de viaje para quedarse en un hotel. Ni aunque se trate de un hotel en el más puro estilo soviético -se encuentra en uno de los rascacielos que mandó construir Stalin para dar un aire distinto a la ciudad- y, por ende, con mucho interés. Los coches de la calle, nuevos y o lujosos, contrastan con el viejo autobús que cogemos. Primer encontronazo, le damos un billete al conductor para que se cobre. Nos echa la bronca sin coger el dinero. Mientras, el resto de los pasajeros nos miran y aquellos que quieren coger el autobús nos hacen sentirnos fuera de lugar haciendo lo que tienen que hacer de ... read more

So I guess Montelimar (the Nougat capitol of the world) is too small of a town to list by the blog site, but not too big for the tour. When checking the maps to see how close the tour was coming I thought, hour, two tops by train. Well no, it was four and a half hours one way. But shit... its the Tour! So we embarked on our journey from La Napoule at 5:45 by bike (how appropriate- the trains and busses didnt run eary enough for us to catch the train) to catch out 6:30 train from Canne. We arrive in Montelimar at 11:00, and am imediatly in need of caffiene before we can be excited. Once Caffinated tour fever catches on in a big way. The entire town has embraced the arrival of ... read more