So we may be sitting in a rainy semi in Cheshire but in our hearts and minds we are still on our world adventure. Luckily for me, I am so far behind in my posts that I can whishk (sic) myself back to sunnier days and keep blogging, keeping that dream alive.
As far as our European leg was concerned, Albania was our final frontier: a little bit unknown, a little bit underdeveloped, a little bit dangerous? Perhaps? At least, that’s what we were being led to believe listening to the attitudes of those living in the neighbouring countries.
After escaping fires we headed to the southern end of this diminutive country, to the old town of Stari Bar where again our car, complete with two roof boxes and six bikes attached proved massively unfeasible up the mountain roads.
Last night the fires spread to the hill we were camping on. Still probably 3 miles from us, up and over a ridge but the virility of the luminescent flames devouring the shrub land above us was not a welcome accompaniment to dinner.
We left Croatia with a ripped tent and eyes in need of clockwork orange crocodile clips from a sleepless night being battered by the Bora wind.
A short hop and a skip from Hungary and we were in country no.27, Croatia. We'd booked a cheap apartment in Zagreb and it was heaven to have two nights with good Wi-Fi, air-con, a private bathroom, a fridge and freezer! And most luxurious of all a washing machine. Clean clothes on tap!
Crossing into Hungary and we were beginning to feel quite a long way from home. We like to attempt to at least learn hello and thank you in all the local languages but even after five days we still couldn't master even these simple two words in Hungarian.
It's not possible to say the name of the city of Vienna, it has to be sung. Famed for music, and I mean of the Mozart variety rather than Ultravox, Vienna had long been on my list of places to visit.
Crossing from Austria to the Czech Republic, the difference in wealth was immediately evident..
The drive from the Black Forest to the Tyrolean Alps was beautiful: lush, green, forested slopes gradually steepened to granite topped mountains which appeared to pierce the skies as they towered up around us.
We left Belgium for country number 23 on our tour, Germany. We were heading for the Black Forest, an area neither of us had visited before. A campsite spotted on cool camping was looking hopeful so that was our direction set.
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