Executive accomodation

We got picked up by Tim, the guy who we will be staying with after a day out at a park which we could not find for ages. We heaved our luggage through the blistering streets and tried to ask in German but were answered with a string of 5-syllable words ending in 'platz' or 'streiss' and sort of just winged it and arrived at the park with our six pack of beer and a sausage or two. Super cheap beer here (1 euro 96 cents for a 6 pack) and reclined on the grass whilst every single elderly person appeared wearing exercise wear and began to set up their own tight rope. No joke. It was like tightrope club or something. So we watched and decided that we LOVE Germany even more.

We got into Tim's Audi 4x4 with DVDs in the back etc and leather interior and he told us he was taking us out for a Greek meal (Yesssssssssss) and the food was amazing. I had a grilled (massiive) portion of calamari with veg AND salad and Sam had a meat platter. We got shots (complimentary) of Ouzo on arrival and brandy on leaving and smashed (not literally) a bottle of wine. It was so yummy. He is a really nice family guy, into rock climbing and works long hours for the Eurofighter.

The first day we just chilled in the amazing house of his, watched Avatar and touching the void, bounced on the trampoline, used the kitchen to cook our own food which we have been looking forward to doing for so long (living with surrogate parents for such a long time is a bit tiring at 22!) and went to explore the town.

Yesterday we trampolined, cut the grass, Sam used the HOME GYM, then we cycled to a nearby lake and swam in it and watched some young German kids trying to set fire to their own stuff with lynx and a lighter? and swam out to the floating slide in the middle of the lake and the cycled back and cooked again and watched point break. Ahhhhh. It is SO relaxing here after the last place!

His family are coming tonight so we will probably be going into town on Saturday to give them some space. There is a ZOO here that we are going to, can't wait to actually see some real animals that aren't just depressed zebras crumpled in the corner of a box!! (aka Newquay Zoo)

From Rennes to Munich

So we got to Rennes via our lift share again, and realised in the car that we had booked the hotel for the wrong night and would therefore lose our 40 euros. Bollocks. We considered just sleeping on the streets because it was pretty warm but after having stayed in a shit caravan we didnt really want to degrade to the streets, especially as the following night we woulld be sleeping on a coach! so we got a standard hotel in Rennes and used the running water facilities with massive smiles!

We got our coach at 7.15 and there was a woman who would not stop staring at us with her beady eyes, so I said an assertive BONJOUR to her face and then she turned her beads away from us.

We thought we were going to be on the coach non stop to Munich for 27 hours but we got to Paris at about 1pm and then he kicked everyone off the bus and said get back here for 1opm and we will continue the pilgramidge from there. So we were like 'Sick! day out on Paris!' and jumped onto the metro and went immediately into town. We had to lug all our luggage (lug the luggage?) around with us which was a bit of a ball ache but it was still so good to be in a city where normal people exist. We went to say 'How's your father?' to the eiffel tower and took a quick pic and a small group of STREET RATS (children of the people who try to sell rusty eiffel tower keyrings to every forreigner) who just held up a shitty peice of paper which said something incomprehendible in it in a plastic wallet and so we told them to get fucked and they left. Dunno what they wanted.

Then we had cocktails and Sam bought me a hat and then we found a MAOZ!! which is my favourite restaurant of all time. Vegetarian fitness all you can eat for about 5 euros. Check out the website! There is one in Barcelona, Paris and London as well as the USA.

Then we got our night coach which was like a Polish sleepover, a thousand decibels of snores and grunts and shuffling as everyone tried to get comfortable and an old Indian couple who couldnt work the toilet door and he kept getting out of his seat to try to close it and then got tested because he couldnt and then his wife tried and she couldnt and they muttered something in Indian and sat back down.

We got to Munich at about 12pm on my birthday and it was soo good to get off the coach and have a wee and eat and drink and sam produced a bottle of vodka and we had a sausage and it was amaaazing and then we went and checked into the most gangster 4 star hotel Ive ever stayed in! ahhhhh I love Munich

Resurfacing

I have missed the internet.


So we arrived to La Faouet which is a tiny village; and waited for our host to pick us up. She arrived and had a shaved head with a fringe of grey wicks. We were stuffed into the back of a van and driven to a mysterious destination. The rain poured like never before. The back door was thrown open and we cast our eyes on the PINK and YELLOW shittly sprayed caravan and the yert. We were instructed (in German accent) to settle in the pink caravan and then come into the yert where everyone is. OK. Offered not a single drink or bite. Introduced to a man who wears a hat and a French girl. So dinner, funnily enough, turned out to be nettle soup! with plain pasta and burnt lentils - oh the contrast!

We then played a game of Finnish skittles, and a sweet small child arrived. Then we went to the caravan.


Basically it carried on like that for three weeks. The food was kinda dry and plain (lots of pasta and cheese) and there was hardly a single vegetable or fruit in sight! very dissapointed but it was apparently bzcause we were a bit early iin the year. They were lovely people though, if not totally crusty!!! There was no shower so it was an outside affair behind a sheet in a bucket with a hose. We started to build the solar shower which was hard work hammering and nailing in the sun but really rewarding and fun and Sam and I also built a gate together to keep the prospective chickens from escaping! There was no real electricity and no running water and EVRYTHING was bio (organic) we werent even allowed to use our shower gel as it wasnt organic so we were given some to use. It was hard not to laugh at the table at the amount of times the word BIO was used!!!!

We also planted corn, weeded several rows to plant beans and strawberries, made signs, hacked down a load of brambles and washed up by boiling the kettle; pumping the rain water in from outside.

The toilet was not too bad but was basically a room with a toilet seat which looked down onto the history of peoples poos and next to the seat is a tub of sawdust for throwing down it. Nice. Flies GALORE.

The caravan became a bit small after a while and all our stuff stinks (obviously no washing machine) so now we are in lorient again weère going to find a laundrette.

Overall it was a very basic existence, not a lot to do in the evenings and most of them toiled the feild until late so we were a bit bored. At dinner we were mostly silent witnesses as we arent properly able to converse but I am getting there. We crave a rave.

We just hitched to Lorient which was fun, made a sign and everything, and are waiting til 6pm to get another lift to Rennes; with the same woman who took us before which will be cool.

Now off to MUNICH!!!!!!!!

From Normandy to Brittany

Ok so we left La Paix after spending our final night in the gypsy caravan, which also had a HORNETS nest in it! we killed it tho so it was Ok and lit the tiny stove and cooked NETTLES for breakfast (which poached eggs on top and toast) gypsy stylee and Corey gave us some wine. Then we checked out the website for the next Farm and realised that it was going to be verrrry different!!! The next day we got our covoiterage with a lady called Ann who drove us to Lorient which took about 3 hours and we spoke Franglais all the way, she is an artist who drives from brussels to france twice a week. We Arrived at about midnight and hoped it would still be open, which it was. The next day on leaving the hostel, we planned to walk to the bus stop accross town and after moving about an inch with our luggage and instantly melted in the sun and could not move a centremetre further. So, an old fat French man approached us in our state of despair and said he would drive us to the bus station !!! well good! in the car he said something about British Soldiers in the war being essential and now young English people are indispensible to the French. So we got to the bus station and realised there wasnt a bus (to the middle of nowhere) for FIVE HOURS. We waited and waited and waited and then FINALLY, after dumping a few belongings in a nearby BIN, excersising our nonchalence, we took the bus...