Tag: European Road Trip with Dogs

Sommerach to Karlovy Vary, Czech Republic

“Where are we?!” “I dunno, but if we look hard enough, there must be a clue somewhere.”

I laughed out loud as we got caught behind the slowest tractor ever, which crawled up the hill out of Sommerach at a speed so leisurely that it failed to register on our speedometer.

Besides every plan going horribly awry, a further feature of this year’s tour has been a plenitude of Farmer Palmers. They seem to lie in wait, then shoot out from their side roads the minute they see us coming with the caravan.

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Bitch Slapped by Bamberg, Bavaria, Germany

Bamberg

The monotonous, flat panorama buckled into a few low, forested hills as we drove across the Franconian wine country towards Bamberg. A UNESCO World Heritage Site, Bamberg came highly recommended.

There were even a few nice villages en route, which contrasted sharply with Düllstadt, a town near our campsite, which lived up to its name and said everything about the immediate area. Düllstadt’s only feature was a brown, tourist sign which advertised Kartoffeln – potatoes. And that was the most exciting thing about Düllstadt!

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“I’m Sorry I Haven’t A Cluny” – The City of the Horse, Bourgogne, France

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Cluny Abbey

Since the caravan brakes didn’t fail and we’ve already used up the stress-making options of a Kamikaze Lorry and towing a caravan through the Mistral, Mark tried to add a different layer of excitement to our departure. As he loaded the bikes on to the van, he tried to amputate the end of his finger on my spokes.

Stemming the flow of husbandly blood is always a fine prelude to a road trip. Continue reading ““I’m Sorry I Haven’t A Cluny” – The City of the Horse, Bourgogne, France”

Hints on Heating, Heroines and Horses – Radon to Jargeau, France

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The Fab Four – Ready to Roll in Radon

A Drive through Le Perche towards Orléans

I was gagging for a cuppa!

I’d used my last tea bag and my supplies were all buried somewhere within Big Blue. Mark had laid down the law; no foraging until the bikes came off the back of the van.

Since we were making a succession of brief, one-night stops to make headway away from the rain, I feared that might be some time. Continue reading “Hints on Heating, Heroines and Horses – Radon to Jargeau, France”