13/09/11 Day 35. Journey back. Newcastle, UK We woke to an announcement from the captain at 7.30am telling us that because of the bad weather yesterday we would be arriving in the Toon 2 hours later than expected. Aaron, Nick and Dave got up and showered and went for breakfast. I on the otherhand, enjoying being in a bed, on my own, with a proper mattress, a quilt and a pillow had a lie in. I got up at 9.30am ship time (Amsterdam time), 8.30am England time. ...

12/09/11 Day 34. Journey Back. Mulheim, Germany So I started the drive at 5.20am! It was pitch black and the roads were dead. Dave put Oasis on the iPod and we had a sing along. Dave took over driving at about 7.30am and we got to Mulheim, to McRent to drop the camper off at about 9.30am. No problems apart from the hole in the table caused by Sam Edwards' hefty speaker doing it in. The taxi come and took us to Duisberg train station at 10.30am... 3 hours ...

11/09/11 Day 33. Birkelt, Luxembourg Me and Dave spectacularly drove the van to the campsite, rescuing the drunk messes that were in the back from responsibility :P It was raining in Luxembourg, though. Compared to the weather we had been used to, it was rubbish. We had a dip in the pool before cooking all the food remaining in the van ... 1,000,000kg of pasta, tuna, ravioli and sauces. Then the dreaded time to clean the van had arrived. We managed to get i...

10/09/11 Day 32. Bruges, Belgium We arrived at the carpark that was our campsite, right by the centre of Bruges at about 2.30pm. We headed straight in for a mooch as we only had that one day there. It was a surreal place that looked really old and medieval. We saw a few clocktowers and things, a set used for the film, In Bruges. Nipped back to the camper to get some feed and prepare to do our own pub crawl of Bruges to sample the wide selection of Belgian b...

9/09/11 Day 31. Paris Day 2, France Up bright and early this morning, 7.50am our time, 6.50am your time. Had a freshly backed croissant and pain au chocolat for breakfast - gorgeous! I had to wait until after 10 to be able to call my mummy at work to tell her about the happenings. We got the shuttlebus into Paris to a placed called Port Maillot. We walked down from there to see L'Arc De Triomphe and to witness the carnage that is the roundabout . On our jou...