Amsterdam to Peterborough:
Much to everyone's surprise, old Betsy made it!
Hip hip horay! Hip hip horay! Hip hip horay!
Photos to follow...
Friday 10 April 2009
Day 4
Prague to Amsterdam:
Today we set off on a 520 mile journey but having parked the car in a mad rush the night before, we couldn't find our way back to it. Eventually found the car park and after a brief misunderstanding in which we believed the silver heap (Betsy) had been stolen by some blind Czeckoslovakian but were in fact on the wrong parking level, we made our way out of Prague an hour late.
Drive should only have taken about 7 hours, but because our car could not go above 60mph, we did not arrive until 11.30pm! Had just enough time to sample a few local delicacies ;) before heading to bed.
Today we set off on a 520 mile journey but having parked the car in a mad rush the night before, we couldn't find our way back to it. Eventually found the car park and after a brief misunderstanding in which we believed the silver heap (Betsy) had been stolen by some blind Czeckoslovakian but were in fact on the wrong parking level, we made our way out of Prague an hour late.
Drive should only have taken about 7 hours, but because our car could not go above 60mph, we did not arrive until 11.30pm! Had just enough time to sample a few local delicacies ;) before heading to bed.
Day 3
Munich to Prague:
Ian W's turn to drive,
Woke up late so was in mad rush for the meeting point, Re traced our steps and arrived back at Munich central station. Upon trying to decide which platform we were on, Ian W said, "Well, it can't be this one because there's a no entry sign." However, the 'no entry' sign he was pointing to was in fact referring to the escalator (numpty!)
Arrived back at the car, and at the first roundabout we came to Ian drove the wrong way. Stumbled across the meeting point by complete accident, with everyone who was already there signalling to something behind us. Ian then looked in the rear-view mirror and to his horror saw a German Police car which we later found had been following us for the last ten minutes. Luckily for us, the officer saw the funny side.
In Prague now, lost.
Ian W's turn to drive,
Woke up late so was in mad rush for the meeting point, Re traced our steps and arrived back at Munich central station. Upon trying to decide which platform we were on, Ian W said, "Well, it can't be this one because there's a no entry sign." However, the 'no entry' sign he was pointing to was in fact referring to the escalator (numpty!)
Arrived back at the car, and at the first roundabout we came to Ian drove the wrong way. Stumbled across the meeting point by complete accident, with everyone who was already there signalling to something behind us. Ian then looked in the rear-view mirror and to his horror saw a German Police car which we later found had been following us for the last ten minutes. Luckily for us, the officer saw the funny side.
In Prague now, lost.
Day Two
Paris to Munich:
We all woke up this morning with thumping heads and carpet tongues and set off on the open road to Germany.
After about two hours of traffic jams due to Ian W directing us the wrong way, we got onto the motorway. Eventually we came across a toll booth (one of many.) Having not accounted for this, Paul was forced to use his plastic.
Back on track to Munich we must have passed at least 170 French Police vans, not counting the army, though luckily going in the opposite direction to us.
Reached a town called Neufum which is where the Park and Ride was to be found. Parked up and headed to the ticket machine, Half hour after trying to work the machine a stranger appeared, Paul asked in the usual way you ask a foreigner "excuse.. me.. do.. you.. spea.. English"
to which the stranger replied "Yes , I am English"
He then got us the tickets and we eventually got to the Hotel in Munich.
We all woke up this morning with thumping heads and carpet tongues and set off on the open road to Germany.
After about two hours of traffic jams due to Ian W directing us the wrong way, we got onto the motorway. Eventually we came across a toll booth (one of many.) Having not accounted for this, Paul was forced to use his plastic.
Back on track to Munich we must have passed at least 170 French Police vans, not counting the army, though luckily going in the opposite direction to us.
Reached a town called Neufum which is where the Park and Ride was to be found. Parked up and headed to the ticket machine, Half hour after trying to work the machine a stranger appeared, Paul asked in the usual way you ask a foreigner "excuse.. me.. do.. you.. spea.. English"
to which the stranger replied "Yes , I am English"
He then got us the tickets and we eventually got to the Hotel in Munich.
Day One
Peterborough to paris:
Today we set off on our journey to the unknown...Hmmmm.. :-S
half way to the first meet Ian decides it would be a good idea to have a wee sing song, at half 3 in the morning we allsounded like Barry white but hey.
We eventually arrived at the car park full of fellow coyotees, (I have to admit when I saw everyone elses cars I thought ours was a bag of spanners).
On the ferry, I was a bit worse for wear as I had not known I suffered from sea sickness beforehand. Finally arrived in France and began our first bit of driving on the wrong side of the road.
After a couple of wrong turns and hairy moments at junctions, I eventually got the hang of it and we stumbled across Paris. Unfortunately, having paid for a three-bed room at the hotel, we ended up with two and a half (a table and matress for Ian!) LOL!
Today we set off on our journey to the unknown...Hmmmm.. :-S
half way to the first meet Ian decides it would be a good idea to have a wee sing song, at half 3 in the morning we allsounded like Barry white but hey.
We eventually arrived at the car park full of fellow coyotees, (I have to admit when I saw everyone elses cars I thought ours was a bag of spanners).
On the ferry, I was a bit worse for wear as I had not known I suffered from sea sickness beforehand. Finally arrived in France and began our first bit of driving on the wrong side of the road.
After a couple of wrong turns and hairy moments at junctions, I eventually got the hang of it and we stumbled across Paris. Unfortunately, having paid for a three-bed room at the hotel, we ended up with two and a half (a table and matress for Ian!) LOL!
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