UK its OK

Well comrades, after a successful tour of the UK its time for my assault on the Western Europe mainland. Time's flown by, as have the cities we visited, and Im feeling the effects of the whirlwind road trip that Daz and I just finished... or is that just my body trying to deal with one too man Scottish breakfast. With two weeks, a hire car, big plans (that seem to have excluded any interest in taking a moment to relax) and clean socks and jocks, (at least they were at the start of the trip!) excluding a train to Edinbugh we drove 2000 miles, 3200km through parts of Scotland, Wales and England… Or for those playing at home (yes you Dad) we've checked out or stayed in Dumfries, Stirling, Edinburgh, The Scottish Highlands (Fort William, Loch Ness, Loch Carron) the Isle of Sky, Oban, Glasgow, the Lakes District (stayed in Elterwater near Ambleside), Cardiff, Bath and Oxford… all in two weeks.

It was a pretty amazing little jaunt around the Kindgdom that bought us face to face with so many world famous landmarks, cities, stunning natural beauty, great people and all the warm beer you can drink... my heads still spinning!

Way too many highlights to mention all but... Edinburgh in full Fringe celebration was super cool. A picturesque city of fairytalesk beauty with Edinburgh Castle as a crown. Throw in several thousand culture hungry Fringe punters and you've got yourself quite the package. Bath was a cool little town with plenty of history and charm. The Roman baths were thought provoking, and Oxford provided the funniest real life cliché when we walked into a pub full of young blazer wearing chaps with suitably hilarious, pretentious English high society accents. That made for a much more amusing living the cliché moment than the rambling conversation I had with some alcoholic crazy guy at 9am one morning in Glasgow. The amazing beauty, vastness, castles, lochs, castles on lochs etc etc of the Scottish Highlands also definitely deserve glowing praise...but Im out of adjectives and only have a Chez Thesaurus.

Although their photos proceeded their introduction, a big Gday, in extra thick Aussie accent, to Edinburgh local Lisa for introducing Daz and I to terrible Scottish television, and much better nightlife... and an even bigger fair dinkum top work Shiela to Yvonne for lending a couple of smelly boys a place on her carpet in Glasgow for a couple of nights. And it goes without saying, big ups to the big fella Bevington!! Cheers for a super rad showround your home collective nations, look forward to having a warm Fosters with you back in more familiar surrounds.

In summary, great times, but could have done with a little less rain and a lot less fried food. But I guess thatd make the national Scottish uniform of wellington boots look even sillier then wouldnt it... Hello Prague, and hello sunshine ... pretty please.

Less than 4 weeks till Ames meets me in New York, Yay!! Hang in there chick!