Home again We arrived back in Doncaster yesterday evening after a very looooong journey back from Germany, via Belgium and into Northern France. We got a lucky break and managed an early shuttle crossing for the princely sum of an additional 4 euros which meant that we then had a chance of making it home before Natalie and Gabby went to bed. The journey back from Folkestone was by far the worst we had to endure in the whole trip - it surprises me how far nort...

Into Germany ... ...via the Italian, German and French speaking regions of Switzerland means that all these pleases and thank-yous are getting very confusing. We're having a go at conversing in all the bits of languages that we know, but whether we're using the correct language to the correct person is anyone's guess! Glenn has resorted to Spanish on occasions which nobody seems to object to either. At least here in Germany everyone seems very happy to speak E...

Onwards to Switzerland Well we were up before 6am thanks to a persistant mosquito - there's an interesting difference in how Glenn and I view mosquitoes and this is reflected in our sleeping arrangements - I spent all night under covers getting hardly any sleep because it was too hot but woke up this morning with no mossie bites at all, whereas Glenn lay on top of the bed all night, happily snoring away, oblivious to the fact that he was breakfast, dinner and ...

Moto GP at Mugello What a fantastic experience! It's like Donnington Park but ten times madder. Grown men screaming and blowing air horns and yellow '46' merchandise stalls everywhere selling everything from Rossi lighters to the usual t-shirts and fleeces and ponchos, which as it turned out would have been a useful purchase to make! We got there easy enough and the weather was dry and we found our seats and watched the 125, and were the only ones stood up che...

Florence, the American invaders and Moto GP 1 We've decided that Italy has been invaded by America, and they've sent their fattest troops with their biggest cameras and biggest hats to Florence. If that didn't make them easy enough to spot, they walk round in pairs, one pair after another in a long lines following Italian tour guides with flags. Not only that, but each American has a matching sticker and lanyard in case they get separated from their group - go...