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...

Wednesday, 9 May 2012

I've got a good idea...

Monday's tip of the day... if Tony ever suggests to you on the way to Sainsbury's or any lesser supermarket (should you ever find yourself in that surreal and frankly unenviable position) that you should take a quick detour so he can indulge a personal desire to have his photo taken with the bronze statue of a sadly deceased gay icon of rock 'n' roll then I respectfully suggest that you tell him to 'sod off' and do it in his own time. Though there wasn't an out-of-town greengrocer in mind when we reluctantly agreed to his suggestion come Monday morning, it did become evident later in the day and especially while we 'enjoyed' our 25 Euro semi-frozen beefburgers that maybe we should have just buggered off and left him to his narcissistic hero worship unaccompanied.

However, and there usually is one of those, Lake Geneva is another destination on the must see list of places I can recommend to you. It is beautiful. The ride from Dijon was a European cornucopia of flat land, rolling hills and a teasing hint of the terrain one might experience if one travels east of the lake (but more of that tomorrow...). You might not repeat in polite company what Digger commented when we came across the statue of Freddie Mercury by the shore of the lake in Montreux but it would be unfair to suggest that it wasn't worth seeing. Only the 150 mile 'detour' might have made us less than understanding unwitting accomplices to this personal pilgrimage. 

Grenoble is a sod of a long way from Montreux but was a worthy destination for our third night on tour. A far more lively and 'olde worlde' place than we anticipated. Tomorrow we head for Turin... who knows if it will be a steady 150 miles, or maybe something else...

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