April 28, 2005 GMT
Leaving the UK and heading for Oz

On April 6th 2005 we set off from England on our 1150GS and began our trip back to Australia via Europe, the Middle East and Asia. We´re doing our best to live the dream.

For the six months prior we have been flat out planning: studying maps which cover our walls; debating trip plans - "will it be too cold then?","isn't there a war going on there?", "will they let the bike through?", "but aren't there French people in France?"; filling in copious amounts of forms;spending hours on the net; and due to the red tape and boring bits, at times almost forgetting the actual travel and experiencing other cultures part of it all. It's a 9 month adventure but at times the preparation was really hard work and we resorted to burying our heads in the sand.

At the end of the day though its all about discovering new places and experiencing new things. The real excitement will be at the border crossings, travelling through Russia, the Baltic states, the Middle East and India. Although we are certainly not the first people to travel these countries by bike, many of the areas we are going to are without things that we take for granted in the western world. Things like motorways, McDonalds and decent hotels are what we have come to expect travelling in the UK but hopefully our travels will be better without such comforts.

We have a list of countries we'd like to visit (basically everywhere!) but with limited time and constant change in foreign affairs which rule out certain areas our plan is never set in stone. We have a proposed route but even as we travel this will change and for us it's this unknown which makes things even more exciting.

Posted by Garry Scutcher at 05:32 PM GMT
The rain in Spain falls mainly on our tent

Our trip across the world didn't start the way we had planned. There was no setting sun ahead of us due to the fact we left 6 hours late and it was dark and cold. We didn´t make it to the end of the A12 (40 minutes down the road) without a drama. The bike cover was strapped to a side pannier and at some point fell off. We back tracked for an hour to look for it. Scanning the side of the road with your visor up and in freezing conditions is not our idea of fun and adventure. Needless to say we didn´t find it. We did find a blue carrier bag containing a magazine of questionable quality. I told Garry now was not the time to flick through looking at the pictures!

We made it on time to the ferry at Plymouth the next day after being soaked by pathetic English weather. But the sun came out as we set sail and we admit to feeling sad as England disappeared into the distance.

Arriving in Spain we were really excited and for the first time both felt the adrenalin pumping about travelling rather than about organising travelling. We had a nice ride through the mountains to our campsite at Cabuerniga (GPS coordinates: N:43.13.622, W:004.18.079), 50km south west of Santander. Great idea to camp in a valley with mountain views and tiny Spainish village - as long as you can actually see the moutains and it isn´t pouring down with rain 24 hours a day! To add insult to injury our matresses has a hole in it so we had a night of cold, wet and hard ground (and salt in the wound - no hot water for a shower!!). Ok we are being very negative but in our minds now things can only improve.

Tomorrow we head south towards Portugal - sun and blue skies (fingers crossed anyway).

Posted by Garry Scutcher at 05:43 PM GMT
In travel mode now

So here we are again a week on and the sun is definitley shining again.

The ride from Santander to Salamanca was terrible and we rode 5kms up the side of a mountain only to be turned back by too much snow! You would have thought we would have learnt that the higher you go the colder it got but we pressed on until snow was pretty much covering the whole road. Coming down again was fun though. I had my feet out and we pretty much "skied" all the way down.
We eventually made it to a more major road but it was still snowing and Jo was cold to say the least (tears and all!!). It took her forever to get off the bike!

Salamanca was a welcome change though and we have had sun ever since. We spent a few days "relaxing" and taking in the sights of Salamanca, mainly the main square where we drank coffee on and off all day.

From Salamanca we headed to Lisbon which was a lot closer on the map than it was in real life. The scenery was changing fast though and was much drier and warmer the further south and west we headed. The Spanish Motorbike Grand Prix had been on the day before so there were literally 100´s of bikes hooning past which kept the ride fun. Jo was expecting another stamp in the passport when we crossed into Portugal but had to be content with a "Welcome to Portugal" sign over the motorway.

It was still another 4 hours ride to the campsite and was getting dark, the roads were bumpy, and I was riding with the sun in my face. We arrived at the campsite in style though by falling off the bike when we came to a stop. It was the first time we had dropped the bike but we managed to pick it up again without a problem and wasnt damaged at all. (Oh and no Jo wasnt damaged either!)

NB - We have now decided to limit the riding to 300miles a day max!

The next day made all the hoo haa worthwhile and we found a desrted beach without a single footprint on it. It was a beach straight out of "Survivor Thailand" complete with caves etc. We both sat on the sand looking out over the ocean in amazement at where we were and how beautiful it was.

Lisbon was the first capital city we had been to on our trip and it felt funny being around so many people and cars again. The locals didnt waste anytime in offering me some very strange smelling substances with a quality that was gauranteed to impress. I wouldn´t even know what to do with the stuff they were selling and wasn't sure whether I should have been honoured or appalled that they had chosen me to pick on.

Apart from that Lisbon was great and we spent the day walking around and up and down some seriously steep hills. We finished the day off at the "Ghandi Palace" for a nice Chicken Tikka and Samosa's!

We met our first travellers on the way to Seville when two German bikers stopped for a chat at a Service station. Although we don't know much German we could still look at a map and understand what they were saying about great motorbike roads and excellent mountain scenery. They have also assured us of a bed for the night if we go to Dusseldorf so we hope to meet up with them again when we are in the area.

And now to Seville where we have been since last Thursday (I think!). Riding into a city we are normally presented with great views but the only thing we could see in Seville apart from buildings and motorways were cranes. Oh and Horse & Carts being "driven" down the motorway at evening rush hour. They weren't even carrying tourists. Just father and son out for an evening ride.

We were proven wrong though and once you are in the city it's a very different picture. There was a Bull fight on the day we came into town and everyone was dressed in their Saturday best to watch the match. Not quite the same atmosphere as watching Arsenal Vs Chelsea but there was certainly a buzz around the city. We visited the Seville Cathedral which was huge and amazing, including a great view of the city from the top. We enjoyed some tapas and sangria and well and truely joined in with the festive atmosphere.

We spent yesterday in Cadiz just people watching by the ocean and strolling along the beach with an ice-cream - tough life!

We will visit Cordoba tomorrow and then on to Granada and more mountains - hopefully without snow this time. Fingers crossed the weather stays kind to us.

Posted by Garry Scutcher at 05:46 PM GMT
May 03, 2005 GMT
Cordoba to Barcelona

We are saying a sad goodbye to Spain today. We would really like to stay for months but there is the rest of the world waiting for us.

We are quite proud of how we have coped with the language. A typical example of our interaction with the locals:

Spanish person: Blah, blah, blah, blah
Garry: Si, si
Jo: What did they say?
Garry: I think they said “Life´s a bed of roses”.
Jo: Roll eyes

Cordoba was a different type of city to Seville and seemed to operate at a slower pace. It is known as the “frying pan” of Spain so we were expecting it to be nice weather and it was. We spent a day walking around the old town and visited the Mezquita which was originally a Muslim Mosque but then a Catholic Cathedral was built in the middle. Quite a strange concept but one that was repeated at other sites around Spain. Unfortunately the cathedral in the centre ruined the effect of the mosque. Although it was still beautiful it would have been breathtaking to having the light stream into the mosque through the rows of arches (when building the Cathedral they closed in the walls). The contrasting designs and styles were fascinating and amazing to say the least.

Our next stop was Granada. We had a pre conceived idea that it would be a small, quiet place but it is actually quite bustling. We headed straight for the mountains though and after a few wrong turns (we entered the wrong details in to the GPS and were guided down dirt tracks and along river banks – user error, not GPS error) we were greeted with the best campsite we have ever stayed at. It was at an altitude of 1100meteres and looked out over a huge turquoise reservoir with snow capped mountains in the distance. After a relaxing day (believe it or not we do have busy days!) at the campsite we spent a day in Granada sight seeing. We visited the Alhambra which was a Castle and fortress in the hills above the city. It was beautiful and there was so much to see in one day. We were still in relaxing mode though and after a long climb to the top of the hill and 1000000 tourists we just weren’t interested. Jo´s exact words were “I´m tired, I´m hungry and all I want is an ice-cream”.

We spent so much time looking at the snow capped mountains from the campsite that we thought we should go and see what it was all about so with a combination of horse power for the first 2,700 metres and leg power for a further 300metres we climbed our way to 3000metres. We didn’t make it to the top (3,400m) and probably needed more than the bottle of water and packet of crisps that we had as supplies but the views were still amazing. It was strange walking over rocks and slate that are normally under a metre of snow in the winter time and home to one of Spain’s biggest ski resorts.

Coming down the mountain is always easier on the bike (and us) and we were back at base camp (the tent), in time for dinner overlooking the lake.

It was hard to leave Granada (the Sierra Nevada mountains in particular) and it’s the one place that we would love to come back to in the future (don’t start thinking that this trip is one of those once in a lifetime things!).

The speed at which the scenery changed was amazing. The view in the rear mirror was of snow covered mountains but in front of us it was dry, dusty, orange plantations for as far as the eye could see. It was not only the scenery that was changing but also the pace of life. The east coast is much more populated than western Spain and it was not long until we were in traffic jams, smoke and high rise buildings again. It was as if we had just come out of hibernation.

I had read about most towns and cities we were passing in holiday brochures but to see places like Alicante and Bennidorm for yourself is amazing. Just one big concrete jungle with each apartment block competing for the best view of the ocean. The English didn’t invade these places with guns and bombs but more with spending their pounds on beer, fish and chips and accommodation. You end up wondering whether the Spanish should be grateful or resentful for the amount of English holidaying and now living around there?

We rode straight past all that though and spent a few days at a quieter beach just north of Bennidorm (Gandia). The tourists had yet to invade and it had a great beach which we walked up and down every day. It was still too cold for a swim although Jo thought it was warm enough for an ice-cream!

And now on to Barcelona where we have been since Friday (29th April). Jo´s friend from the UK, Charlie, is now living in Barcelona so we were delighted to have a roof over our heads for a few days. And yes a TV and couch as well!

Charlie was our tour guide on the Saturday and we must have walked for miles looking at all the sights and taking it all in. It really is a fantastic city that grows on you as you see more and more. We can understand why Charlie loves it so much. We visited the main Cathedral – Seu. It was the most beautiful Cathedral we have ever visited. Every detail was amazing. There is a cloister (garden area) in the centre with fountains, ponds and geese. It is so tranquil and beautiful.

We are still trying to work out where the Spanish get their energy from. When the rest of the world is watching the nine o’clock news the Spanish are still getting ready to eat dinner! And by the time the English are being turned out of the pubs the Spanish are getting ready to go out!

We had dinner at a nice quiet Spanish restaurant and then went out clubbing until 7am! A new world record (for us!). The music was great and nice and loud and kept us dancing all night, something that the Spanish didn’t seem to bothered in doing (they don’t really move much on the dance floor – unlike a few crazy tourists ;-) They also seemed to drink a lot less than the English, not one drunk in sight!

Sunday was at a much slower pace and after waking up at 2pm (still too early!) we went for a ride on the bike in the hills to Tibidabo which looks over the city. It was one of the best city views we have ever seen but was blighted by a fun park right in front of us with the sounds of roller-coasters, kids screaming and bands playing. And to add insult to injury all of this was right next door to a cathedral. When we were in the cathedral you could still hear the noise from the fun park – it felt wrong. We were amazed it had been approved to put the two next door to each other.

This afternoon (3rd May) we catch the ferry to Rome. We travel overnight and so arrive tomorrow afternoon. Although sad to leave Spain we are extremely excited about being in Italy and stuffing ourselves with pizza and pasta! Two countries down 27 to go!!

Posted by Garry Scutcher at 01:22 PM GMT
Cordoba to Barcelona

We are saying a sad goodbye to Spain today. We would really like to stay for months but there is the rest of the world waiting for us.

We are quite proud of how we have coped with the language. A typical example of our interaction with the locals:

Spanish person: Blah, blah, blah, blah
Garry: Si, si
Jo: What did they say?
Garry: I think they said “Life´s a bed of roses”.
Jo: Roll eyes

Cordoba was a different type of city to Seville and seemed to operate at a slower pace. It is known as the “frying pan” of Spain so we were expecting it to be nice weather and it was. We spent a day walking around the old town and visited the Mezquita which was originally a Muslim Mosque but then a Catholic Cathedral was built in the middle. Quite a strange concept but one that was repeated at other sites around Spain. Unfortunately the cathedral in the centre ruined the effect of the mosque. Although it was still beautiful it would have been breathtaking to having the light stream into the mosque through the rows of arches (when building the Cathedral they closed in the walls). The contrasting designs and styles were fascinating and amazing to say the least.

Our next stop was Granada. We had a pre conceived idea that it would be a small, quiet place but it is actually quite bustling. We headed straight for the mountains though and after a few wrong turns (we entered the wrong details in to the GPS and were guided down dirt tracks and along river banks – user error, not GPS error) we were greeted with the best campsite we have ever stayed at. It was at an altitude of 1100meteres and looked out over a huge turquoise reservoir with snow capped mountains in the distance. After a relaxing day (believe it or not we do have busy days!) at the campsite we spent a day in Granada sight seeing. We visited the Alhambra which was a Castle and fortress in the hills above the city. It was beautiful and there was so much to see in one day. We were still in relaxing mode though and after a long climb to the top of the hill and 1000000 tourists we just weren’t interested. Jo´s exact words were “I´m tired, I´m hungry and all I want is an ice-cream”.

We spent so much time looking at the snow capped mountains from the campsite that we thought we should go and see what it was all about so with a combination of horse power for the first 2,700 metres and leg power for a further 300metres we climbed our way to 3000metres. We didn’t make it to the top (3,400m) and probably needed more than the bottle of water and packet of crisps that we had as supplies but the views were still amazing. It was strange walking over rocks and slate that are normally under a metre of snow in the winter time and home to one of Spain’s biggest ski resorts.

Coming down the mountain is always easier on the bike (and us) and we were back at base camp (the tent), in time for dinner overlooking the lake.

It was hard to leave Granada (the Sierra Nevada mountains in particular) and it’s the one place that we would love to come back to in the future (don’t start thinking that this trip is one of those once in a lifetime things!).

The speed at which the scenery changed was amazing. The view in the rear mirror was of snow covered mountains but in front of us it was dry, dusty, orange plantations for as far as the eye could see. It was not only the scenery that was changing but also the pace of life. The east coast is much more populated than western Spain and it was not long until we were in traffic jams, smoke and high rise buildings again. It was as if we had just come out of hibernation.

I had read about most towns and cities we were passing in holiday brochures but to see places like Alicante and Bennidorm for yourself is amazing. Just one big concrete jungle with each apartment block competing for the best view of the ocean. The English didn’t invade these places with guns and bombs but more with spending their pounds on beer, fish and chips and accommodation. You end up wondering whether the Spanish should be grateful or resentful for the amount of English holidaying and now living around there?

We rode straight past all that though and spent a few days at a quieter beach just north of Bennidorm (Gandia). The tourists had yet to invade and it had a great beach which we walked up and down every day. It was still too cold for a swim although Jo thought it was warm enough for an ice-cream!

And now on to Barcelona where we have been since Friday (29th April). Jo´s friend from the UK, Charlie, is now living in Barcelona so we were delighted to have a roof over our heads for a few days. And yes a TV and couch as well!

Charlie was our tour guide on the Saturday and we must have walked for miles looking at all the sights and taking it all in. It really is a fantastic city that grows on you as you see more and more. We can understand why Charlie loves it so much. We visited the main Cathedral – Seu. It was the most beautiful Cathedral we have ever visited. Every detail was amazing. There is a cloister (garden area) in the centre with fountains, ponds and geese. It is so tranquil and beautiful.

We are still trying to work out where the Spanish get their energy from. When the rest of the world is watching the nine o’clock news the Spanish are still getting ready to eat dinner! And by the time the English are being turned out of the pubs the Spanish are getting ready to go out!

We had dinner at a nice quiet Spanish restaurant and then went out clubbing until 7am! A new world record (for us!). The music was great and nice and loud and kept us dancing all night, something that the Spanish didn’t seem to bothered in doing (they don’t really move much on the dance floor – unlike a few crazy tourists ;-) They also seemed to drink a lot less than the English, not one drunk in sight!

Sunday was at a much slower pace and after waking up at 2pm (still too early!) we went for a ride on the bike in the hills to Tibidabo which looks over the city. It was one of the best city views we have ever seen but was blighted by a fun park right in front of us with the sounds of roller-coasters, kids screaming and bands playing. And to add insult to injury all of this was right next door to a cathedral. When we were in the cathedral you could still hear the noise from the fun park – it felt wrong. We were amazed it had been approved to put the two next door to each other.

This afternoon (3rd May) we catch the ferry to Rome. We travel overnight and so arrive tomorrow afternoon. Although sad to leave Spain we are extremely excited about being in Italy and stuffing ourselves with pizza and pasta! Two countries down 27 to go!!

Posted by Garry Scutcher at 01:22 PM GMT
June 13, 2005 GMT
Seeing Red

18th May 2005

Like most travellers we've had some ups and downs over the last few weeks. We developed a love-hate relationship with Italy and looking back we realised there has a continuing theme of red.

We arrived at the ferry terminal in Barcelona 2 hours before departure just like the man at the desk had said but were still sitting in the carpark when the ferry was due to set sail. We know the Spanish are a relaxed bunch but was this normal? Anyway we got on and headed straight for the passenger lounge chairs which would be home for the next 18 hours. The room was empty except for the old couple at the back and we both breathed a huge sigh of relief "who cares that the ferry was 2 hours late at least we will get some sleep" we said. We heard a huge noise down the hall. It was the same noise we had heard in Santander when the wind was charging up the valley but this time it was worse - 300 Italian teenagers. Teenagers are bad at the best of times but Italian teenagers have even more attitude and volume. The once peacful lounge was transformed into a mosh pit and we just looked at each other is disbeleif.

We won't go on too much but we managed to find shelter in the cinema. It was easier getting sleep with the theme tune of Mission Impossible next to our heads than it was with the kids. The next morning started off promisingly with some peace and quite but once again we were soon inundated with loud, annoying Italian school kids until we got off at 5pm!

We thought we were over the worse when we got on the bike to ride off the ferry but managed to leave in style by dropping the bike on the grease covered ramp made even more exciting by the fact that there was a 40tonne truck bearing down on us. In fact the only saving grace is that it happened out of sight of the school kids who would have been laughing for weeks if they had of seen us and the bike tumbling to the ground.

Thankfully that is as bad as it got and from then on Italy has been fantastic. We spent the first three days camping next to a massive lake and were made welcome by the most helpful, friendly campsite owner ever (we think she knew we had had a bad time on the ferry and was trying to convince us that not all Italians are like that!).......

We'd been told Rome was amazing and were both really looking forward to it. But nothing prepared us for just how amazing it was. Walking up the steps from the Metro and being greeted by the colosseum took our breath away. We explored the city for two days and at every turn there was a buliding, a fountain, a statue and even a lampost that wowed us. We visited Vatican City and St Peter's Bascilica which was a truely beautiful building. Much to our legs dismay we lined up for nearly two hours to climb the dome of St Peter's and then climbed nearly 500 steps to the top (very wobbly knees!). As we climbed the dome the path became very narrow and we actually had to bend our bodies with the curve of the dome.

Before we left Rome we followed tradition and threw our coins into the Trevi Fountain - one to ensure our return to Rome and the second coin for a wish to be granted. We were both more concerned about the first throw. We rate Rome our favourite city in the world (for now anyway!).

From Rome we headed north to Tuscany and camped just outside Florence. As described in books and lifestyle change TV shows the Tuscan scenery is truely beautiful. We visited Sienna and Florence and although both lovely cities we were finding it trying on the tourist trail. The tour groups have taken over and it becomes a chore to expore the city rather than a joy. We decided to head to the Italian coast for peace and quiet and escape the crowds.

But a detour was necessary. We added 200km to this leg in order to visit the Ferrari Galleria in Maranello. After visiting Cathedrals, museums and art galleries Garry was ready for his sort of gallery. It met his expectations. He had a huge grin from start to finish. But even I admit it was well worth the detour. The gallery was in two levels - one dedicated to the racing history (the cars that money can't buy) and the other to road going Ferrari's (the cars that our money still can't buy!). We took a million photos of us posing by the cars - wishful thinking.

We had a really nice ride to Devia Marina on the north-west Italian coast. It was strange to be riding through moutnain ranges and knowing the ocean was just around the corner. We were both very content lazing at the beach and the water, although a little chilly, was crystal clear and beautiful. On our second day at Devia Marina we woke up to a bit of a nightmare. We both felt really itchy and once we woke up properly we realised we had ben invaded by tiny red mites which were falling from the pine trees. As campers you come come to expect bugs and ants ect but you don't expect to see mites covering your sleeping bag and pillow! They were on absolutely everything. We had planned to do a 12km walk that day and in true "bury your head in the sand" style we abandoned the tent and opted to spend the day enjoying ourselves rather than deal with the mites.

The walk was the Cinque Terre (Five Towns). The towns are set right on the coast and the scenery along the walk is gorgeous. The guidebook described it as "mildly challenging". We were mocking the other walkers on the train on the way there who were carrying their walking poles and huge backpacks - what did they have in there? Our only supplies was a sachet of marmalade I'd stolen from a cafe in Florence. But having said that I would say the 1st two legs are "extremely challenging". There are several headlands and therefore its quite hard work climbing steep and rocky steps. Very red faced I told Garry several times that I was "having a heart attack", "about to collapse" and finally "dying" (in hindsight a little dramatic I know). Garry just kept telling me it flattens out from then on (which it didn't) or promised me ice-cream at the finish (which worked). But despite the lack of breath we did have a fantastic day and we were very proud to have treked the 12kms. And of course each town was quaint and bustling with atmosphere. You enter a few of the towns into a residential alley and the locals have obviously become used to having tourists trek past their front door as they are just getting on with their daily routines and don't bat an eyelid.

We envisaged the track to be packed with tourists but whenever we came across a group we just powered on past them into a clear space. It was like the Tour de France with breakaways from the main pack and even commentry on Team Scutch. When we finished Garry was expecting some sort of flag and fan fare but all was quiet. So we just headed to a cafe for our own little victory celebration of coffee, cake and Team Scutch photo.

We were dragging our heels to return to the tent and the infestation. Being exhausted from our walk didn't hellp with motivation. We decided to move into a tent provided by the campsite and then de-mite everything bit by bit. Everything was wiped down and I mean everything. At one stage Garry was wiping every page of our books. Until he came across our 1000 page Lonely Planet - then it was just front and back cover.

We left first thing in the morning (after more wiping, shaking and swearing). It was such a shame to leave under bad circumstances because we had really enjoyed all of Italy but we both felt excited about reaching France.

It was yet another gorgeous ride into France. When we crossed the border we gave a cheer - we felt like we were coming home. For the first time on the trip we felt like we were entering a comfort zone. We are currently camped at Antibes - same site where we campted 4 years ago (even chose same pitch!). Strange as we don't like same old same old yet we went straight back to what we know. We are having a fantastic time exploring both the coast (Nice, Cannes, St Tropez) and the mountains. Garry is rediscovering mountain roads he fell in love with nearly ten years ago. Yesterday we rode to Gorge de Verdon and the scenery and twisty roads are a dream. Life wasn't all sweet though as we were absolutely drenched on the way home in pouring rain for 150km!! Not nice when you are returning to a little tent.

Tomorrow (19th May) we are at the GP in Monaco and then Friday to Chamonix for the Scutcher family reunion.

Posted by Garry Scutcher at 05:57 PM GMT
Is the honeymoon over?

The Monaco Grand Prix seems like a lifetime ago now! We have packed quite a lot into the last few weeks.

The GP was even better than we anticipated. It wasn't race day but a practice day so it wasn't like you see on TV but still the atmosphere was fantastic. It was a gorgeous blue sky day and we were really surprised to find our seats were opposite Michael Schumacher's pit. The sound of the cars was amazing and of course deafening. Once you put ear plugs in there was no turning back to the naked ear. Didn't stop Garry sitting right next to the track mesmorised by the cars. He had a screaming headache by the end of the day but said it was worth it or maybe it was the one beer he had (light weight!).

Scutcher reunion was next on the itinerary and we rode back through Italy, through the Mont Blanc tunnel (11km tunnel - a bit claustraphobic after a while) and into France again. In Chamonix we met up with Garry's mum, dad, brother Paul and his girlfriend Rachael. First one to get a hug from Garry was Paul's new motorbike (ZX12R for anyone interested). Once again we stayed in the same campsite we had stayed in four years ago. The view of Mont Blanc and the French Alps from the campsite was beautiful and it was very exciting to meet up with the family again.

Unfortunately after a day or so the rain set in and we were forced to pack up our tents in the wet (not fun) and move on. We stayed with mum and dad and said our goodbyes to Paul and Rachael and rode further into France to Annecy.

The campsite we stayed in was perfect. We had mountain views again and each day watched paragliders sail off them. We were able to hire bicyles and cycle into town on a fantastic cycle path along the lake. The weather was also perfect with 30-35 degrees. We met up with Paul and Rachael again here and all rode to the top of the mountain to watch the paragliders jump off. Its both spectacular and scary viewing.

Following our previous path once again we headed back to Gorge de Verdon in the south of France. We were still with mum and dad and looking forward to seeing the gorge in sunshine this time. The ride was exhausting in 35 degree heat and after inspecting 4 or 5 campsites we finally found one and collapsed for the night. We stayed near a tiny town called Moustiers-Sainte-Marie which was full of little pottery and gift shops. It was very quaint and very French.

We took a ride up to the top of the canyon where the views of the gorge are fantastic. We took great joy in throwing rocks over the edge and counting how to long until they landed (dad was a huge fan, it took 10 seconds to hit the floor).

On our last day with Mum and Dad we hired a paddle boat and cruised up Gorge de Verdon. The water was a crystal clear green and it was a gorgeous day. We each took turns jumping in for a swim and paddling. It was a perfect way to end our trip with mum and dad.

After a sad farewell we headed back to Annecy on our way to Switzerland.
Once we had left mum and dad we felt a little lost. We had started to have a holiday rather than be travellers and having re-visited places we really needed something new to wow us or an adrenalin rush to kick start us again. We started having those 'what are we doing with our lives?' type feelings. It's tough being stuck in a travel rut! (Go on - roll your eyes).

We attempted to get the bike serviced but were very unrealistic in trying to book it for the day before we left town. Garry is planning on servicing some parts himself and we will book ahead to get the rest done in Munich. Unfortunately Garry bought a 4L container of oil for an oil change only to discover he needs extra tools to get the oil filter out. So Jo has been carrying 4L of oil in her lap for the last 400 miles (600kms)!!!

We had high hopes for Switzerland to pull us out of our "travellers depression" and at first were a little disappointed. We had planned to stay near Montreaux (Lac Leman) but the campsites were dire. One was just a public park and as far as we could see there were no facilIties. Another was run by a guy with a moehawke who was a bit gruff (only second to his wife!) and the pitches were right on top of each other. We made a quick exit and travelled further to Martigny. The campsite was ok'ish but the wind was not. We feared for our tent as the wind ripped through the valley - actually it was three valleys so the wind was coming from all directions.

We did have a nice ride into a nearby town of Sion and then rode into the mountains on some fantastic twisty rodes with lovely views of the moutains and valleys. The ride down the mountain was fantastic. Garry is really getting used to the bike and we enjoyed the twisties.

We had heard a rumour that there was a road toll to use Swisse motorways. We asked at tourist information and discovered it wasn't a rumour and was 40 Francs. The woman was amazed we had been travelling on motorways ever since arriving in Switzerland without paying the toll. We had thought all the cameras were speed cameras on the motorway! Hopefully there isn't a fine waiting for us in the UK (both for the toll and speeding!).

From Martigny we rode towards Interlaken (now avoiding motorways). On the way we stopped to catch the train to Zammatt - a car free town except for electric run cars. From Zermatt you get the best view of the Matterhorn. It has been a childhood dream of Garry's to see the stunning peak but unfortunately cloud covered most of the summit. The town of Zermatt was lovely though and had an amazing atmosphere. We imagined what it would be like with the Matterhorn in full view looming over the little village. We had to settle for a postcard instead! There is even a cemetary dedicated to climbers who have died while climbing the mountain. It's grim reading but at the same time we thought it's best to die doing what you love, or at least trying to.
Late in the afternoon we set of on our next leg towards Interlaken. This meant crossing a mountain range and as it was raining and the weather was closing in we were anxious to get it over with, although the excellent scenery made it a little easier. We saw plenty of bikes coming down which made us feel better about the ride - at least it was do-able. It was probably the most dramatic ride we have had with one hairpin bend after another, a sheer drop down and towering snow capped mountains on either side of us. At one point Jo wanted to take a picture of the winding road below but Garry said wait until we reach the top. At the top we were in the clouds! We couldn't see the road in front of us let alone the road below us! Although our families don't want to hear this, visability was at the most 5 metres.. It was freezing and scary but we loved it. It was the adrenalin rush we needed. It was amazing to think last time we rode through snow Jo was reduced to tears but this time she was taking photos and laughing about it. The scenery was artic. We felt like we were the only ones in the world and the world was just the few metres around us. Very surreal experience. Having said that though it was nice to come down the other side and we didn't envy the bikers we passed who had that ahead of them. The scenery on the other side was breathtaking. As we decended we road out of the clouds into Heidi country! Switzerland is so green, so lush and so fresh. Waterfalls gush down the moutains which constantly surround us.

We rewarded ourselves with a night in a hotel. The first since we set off on our trip (approx 60 days). We have to admit it was nice to sleep in a bed and not cross a field to use the loo (although we had to go down the hall - we didn't splash out too much!). Because of the expense of a hotel we avoided spending more on a restaurant and instead raided the snack machine. So we had a bed and roof over our heads but dinner was crisps and a snickers bar. We were so happy about our moutain ride and getting our travel spirits back we didn't care. Also took advantange of breakfast supplies and left the restaurant with our pockets stuffed with jam, butter, sugar and tea bags!

As we rode to Interlaken we heard some jets and our natural reaction was to look up but they were in what seemed like a field of cows next to us hurtling full power down the runway!! It was awsome to hear and see them right beside us. We have been amazed our many jets there are in Swizterland. Perhaps it is the equivalent to cruise boats or yachts in Monaco!!?? We also saw some army troops training with tanks in a field near Montreaux. We thought Switzerland was supposed to be neutral or is there something going on we don't know about?

We are now in Interlaken and have been enjoying some mountain walks. There are so many gorgeous places to visit with spectacular views in this area. We are falling in love with Switzerland. Jo has seen the Milka cows but is yet to see a purple one - will keep you posted. Garry is certain it's days are numbered and he will soon have two cows behind him on the bike!!!!

In terms of our whole trip we are now moving slightly out of our comfort zone. In the region we are in now they speak German (or Swisse-German maybe - not sure). No matter what we can't speak German. Up until now we have been fairly ok with the language and with the cultures but we think from now on we will have to work a little harder to get by. But this is what makes it a challenge and more fun. On Saturday (11th June) we ride to the Black Forrest in Germany. Bring on the beer!

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