Day 8 – Milan to Venice The bastards wouldn’t let me out today, a travelling day they said with the usual hill with either a castle or church on top of it. Discovered toll roads in Italy and the relief from a roundabout every 2-3 kilometers. Two photos of a castle and walls, village apartments are actually inside the walls. A terrible shot of a gondola by the plonker...
Day 7 – Lucerne to Milan After taking a photo of some poncey castle in Lucerne it was of to Milan via the Swiss Alps. Nice green country side with a bit of rain then WTF in 20 minutes it was all white and the plonker was driving through a snow storm. The Tart got a video of it with Bob Dylan sing “Shelter from the Storm” in the background … talk about cheesy. Not to...
Day 6 – Strasbourg to Lucerne Off to Lucerne today, the plonker has convinced the Tart that Freiburg in Germany was an entrance to the Black Forest (Don’t know why he was counting countries) Discovered some allotments on the on the way to Colmar and ran into a kids fair at Mulhouse.Then it was across the border to Germany. The plonker bought me a beer and took photos...
Day 5 – Paris to Strasbourg The plonker managed to score a new rental car ( 2000 km ) and a diesel to boot the cheap bas@#$d. Long boring trip for moi. Plonker tried to hang me on the Nancy city sign but wasn’t having a bar of that “Nancy Boy” can hang himself on a sign or even better yet one of those rooster weather vanes. Strasbourg – scarfie city of Germany but...
Woke up to find that the Tart and plonker had left without me. Checked the photos and am really mad now.
Seems they went to Bastille and had lunch and checked out Hotel Sully ( far to many photos) then caught the Metro to Republic Square. Then to Champs Elysee to have some diner and beers before taking some night shots .. they will pay for this insult.
Today I had to visit these two tarts called Mona and Venus. Don’t know who they are but they sure looked popular. While that plonker and Tart had lunch up the Eiffel Tower he left me hanging around the tower. To add insult to injury he then made me go to this bloody old cathedral via boat on some froggie river. It was bloody older than him, go figure. Apparently his...