While the Eurozone sinks in the mire of it's own rotting carcass, we will again do our best to help improve the understandably flagging humour of our little Johnny Foreigner friends by taking our own inimitable brand of Derbyshire wit and mirth to the Continent.

2700 miles of the usual high jinks, over-indulgence, guffawing at each other's expense and, of course, getting lost on the way to sampling some of the numerous churches, art galleries and museums Europe has to offer. All roads lead to Amsterdam, well ok they don't but we hope to end up there for the cultural event of the year... Pete's Stag Do.

We set off on motorcycles, Saturday 5th May...

Tuesday, 15 May 2012

Righteous...? Us? ...err, not exactly

It never rains in Desenzano del Garda, not when we're there anyway. So imagine our surprise when we crawled from our respective pits to find a Sunday morning of wind, rain and a drop of 20 degrees on the previous day's 32C. The omens weren't good for a trip which would take us high into the Austrian Alps en route to Innsbruck. However, the sun always shines on the righteous, as Digger has been known to pontificate. Unfortunately, our righteousness doesn't amount to much so we were more than happy with an improvement in the meteorological conditions prior to our departure, so much so that we enjoyed dry weather all the way which was a bonus as, once again, our route took us through some of the best terrain and roads that can surely be found anywhere.

It has been noticeable that by planning (though I use the word loosely) shorter daily mileage this year we have been able to go far more off the beaten track which has allowed us to make the most of these wonderful mountain roads even if they are not necessarily the most direct route to our destination. Special mention should go to Tony who has become our de facto navigator and though we might guffaw and chortle when he leads us through yet another alpine village housing estate or blaspheme as he performs a U turn at about 0.5 seconds notice it's not necessarily as easy to get it 100% right as the five experts following him would have you believe.

Molveno, a lakeside village high up in the Alps on the Italian side of the border, comes particularly to mind today as getting to this village, which sounds a bit like a Vauxhall people carrier, was as delightful as the place itself.


The best meal of the tour was had in Innsbruck on Sunday evening. It's a very picturesque town but we do criticise the local authority for a lack of public conveniences about the place... we were caught short and really couldn't find anywhere else to go... honest.


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