We tried out our new headcam yesterday and had our first swim.
Fisheye Fun
It’s only a couple of weeks now before we head home. In my attempts to get fit enough to run up Paku everyday, I seem to have strained a muscle at the gym yesterday. I didn’t do anything different, so really dunno what has caused it, but found it was agony to walk after my session. Anyway I have been RICEing it so I hope it comes right before we head home. Plus the weather is crap so it looks like a DVD day today.
Here’s a couple of photos from our new fisheye lens for a bit of fun:
Bournemouth Airshow
Here’s a little blog about some of my favourite aircraft at the Bournemouth airshow last weekend. Most photos are by Mike.
Vulcan
The Vulcan comes soaring in like a giant eagle. It glides by, gracefully, without a sound.
Everyone is mesmorised as this majestic bird comes in for the kill, silent, yet capable of mass slaughter. We forget this plane is designed to destroy, until it arcs up into the sky with an ungodly roar, loud enough to burst the eardrums of newborn babies, and scare the shit out of unsuspecting spectators. The demon wail subsides and is silent again, on it’s serene approach, sending shivers down my spine and a bit of wee down my leg.
Eurofighter Typhoon
Ah, the Eurofighter, star of the show, solo artist, show off, wannabe nobody, cos he is the shit! Nobody is gonna steal his thunder. We watch as he flashes by, faster than the speed of sound. We hear him, but we don’t see him for a second or two after.
He shoots up into the air, afterburners glowing like he doesn’t already have enough to boast about. He zigs, he zags, he loops the loops, man he is on the ultimate high. He is Eurofighter Typhoon, star of the show!
Wing Walkers
Two red and white planes putter in with what looks like a giant dildo strapped on top.
Is it a dildo, is it a fella?
no it’s Danielle and Stella
Doing acrobats on top of the plane
They really are completely insane
I watch them against a clear blue sky
Don’t they realise they could die?
Lancaster Bomber
This old fart flew in propped up by a Spitfire and a hurricane, obviously needing a little help in his old age. He’s not doing too bad for an old guy, 65 years old, semi-retired, occasionally doing some freelance work for airshows.
Some old time war music played as he droned around the skies. If you imagined everything in black and white, you could just feel you were in the war with this lofty beast coming across the channel for the kill.
Apparently the Lancaster bomber had a lot to do with winning the war, although I don’t see that killing a load of Germans is really something to boast about.
Photo Competition
We have a photo in the Larmer Tree photo competiton and are currently in 3rd place, but it is close.
If you haven’t already done so can you please vote for the “red boots” at the following link:
http://www.larmertreefestival.co.uk/photo_comp.html?cid=4
Thanks!
Jenny’s Duck Eggs
Cycle Trip – Photos
Click on any of the photos below for a larger image.
Check here for a slideshow of many images: slideshow gallery
Catching the ferry from Poole to France:
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First nights camp after 75 kms riding and Mike cooking us dinner:
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Mike is all colour co-ordinated:
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We did a boat trip for part of the way:
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The view from one of our campsites:
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Oh my god, they have Wurfelnatters here?
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View from one of the gasthofs that we stayed at, right on the cycle path.
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A man blowing his own trumpet:
A little drinks hut in the middle of nowhere. We stopped for coffee while sheltering from the rain:
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Last day of cycling. It rained all day and we got wet, cold and lost:
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Vienna
After 925 kms of cycling in 14 days, we have arrived in Vienna.
We have decided against going on to Budapest due to poor roads and heavy traffic on the route, and also time constraints.
We had planned to catch a boat back but they are full and the trains wont take our bikes so it looks like we are cycling back!
Yesterday was a fun day. All accommodation was booked out, so we ended up cycling 92 kms in pouring rain before we found a guesthouse that had rooms. It turned out good as we only had a 30km ride into Vienna.
A poem:
Before the ride I was so fat
Now I cant even fit my hat
But really I am not that thin
I’ve only lost my double chin!
Germany done – on to Austria
We have successfully cycled across Germany and are now in Passau, on the german-Austrian border. We have ridden almos 600 kms and our bums are very sore. Next leg is Austria.
The last couple of days we had an awesome tailwind which helped heaps. We are cycling on average 70km per day. My daily calories burned has dropped from 2800 to 1800, so I am definitely getting fitter.
We always seem to get rain when we camp, and it stays fine when in guesthouses. At least the rain has mostly stayed away during the day.
We are having a great time and enjoying the beer very much.
Saturday, Sunday and Monday.
Saturday 6th June
On Saturday we awoke to rain. It just rained long enough for us to pack up our soaking wet tents and bundle them into garbage bags. Cycling was a hard slog with lots of pushing the bikes up steep hills.
One hill was so steep, Mike failed to change gears in time and had a spectacular fall, tumbling down a steep bank, arms and legs flying in all directions. Thankfully he was ok. We pushed our bikes up the rest of the way. There was no way we could cycle it.
We stopped at the top for a rest. Lynda found a table and chairs outside someones house and started laying out our fresh rolls, meats and cheese. A lady came out of the house, yelling at us.
We managed a panicked “nein sprechen zee Deutch”. The lady then started gesticulating wildly at the chairs. We think she was indicating that we could not use them. She then disappeared inside, and came out holding a cloth to wipe the chairs down, some coffee and some biscuits for us. Really sweet.
After a low 48 kms, the rain was threatening again so we found accomodation in a gasthof (backpacker style accommodation) for the night. There are no tourists here, no one speaks English here and we are having fun with our phrasebook.
Here is a poem from the evening in the restaurant:
I’m sitting in a restaurant
I really don’t know what I want
Nobody here speaks any English
So I’m having trouble choosing my dish!
Sunday 7th June
Sunday we rode a massive 85kms. It may not seem like a lot, but when we are loaded up with camping gear, cooking gear and clothes for a month, it is a struggle, especially on the hills.
We stopped off in Ulm for lunch where they had a big band playing for us in the town square.
The black clouds were looming so we waterproofed the bikes and continued on, hoping to out-race the storm. We got 5 mins out of town and it chucked it down. We sheltered amongst the trees and falling branches for about 10 minutes. Then it stopped and was a gorgeous day again.
My bum is sore upon my seat
As I cycle through fields of wheat
I think the crops are oh so pure
Until they sprayed with cow manure
Monday 8th June
Monday we rode 75 kms, up a lot of steep hills. Well, we pushed our bikes up the really steep hills.
A poem composed nearing the end of the ride:
As we cycle through fields of corn
our legs are feeling very worn
Do not worry, do not fear
We’ll soon be having our first beer
We stopped the night in Neuberg, where I managed to find beer for only 39c. So we drank a bit too much and felt a bit drunk. So we went in search of apfel strudel, but there was no apfel strudel to be found. Instead we found apfel fritters and ice cream.
We camped again and awoke to rain. Now it is time to go and pack up our wet tents – again!
The Bike Ride so far
We have been cycling for two days so far and still haven’t found the Danube river, but we seem to be following one called the Donau.
We have cycled 130kms in two days of glorious sunshine through open fields, forests and pretty villages with castles in the sky.
Today (Saturday) we are having a lazy morning in the liquid sunshine waiting for our tent to dry (which is not going to happen).
There is not a lot of internet about so the blogs may be a little slow. Will post some photos when we get a chance.
A poem:
If we want to ride to Budapest
We cannot stop to take a rest
We need to pedal every day
If we want to make it all the way.




