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Month: July 2016

Lovely bodies

Lovely bodies

The dynamic duo loved Lake Lipno so much they went there again today. This time they parked just outside Frymburk, a pretty little town which, like Horní Planá, is directly on the lake, and they hopped on the bikes there. The cycling paths are superb – wide and perfectly smooth. My little bird brain finally came to the conclusion that they are such good quality in order to accommodate the hordes of in-line skaters. Ice hockey and ice skating are…

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Snaking along the lake

Snaking along the lake

After a foggy night and a rather damp morning, the weather finally started to brighten up considerably today. His Lordship gleefully announced that the campsite owner had promised ‘tropical temperatures’ from now on. Her Ladyship therefore grudgingly consented to set off with him on a drive/cycling trip to Lake Lipno. But not before packing enough rainwear, wool socks and fleece jackets to last a week’s hiking trip in the Scottish Highlands. I somehow suspect that she didn’t quite believe in…

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Czech mates

Czech mates

Her Ladyship was growling for her breakfast this morning and sent His Lordship off on a hunting/gathering trip. He duly hopped on the bike and returned shortly afterwards with an impressive haul: three bread rolls, one poppy seed pastry (we are in poppy seed country here), four nectarines, a packet of butter and a fine lump of pâté. All for the princely sum of €3. We certainly won’t go hungry – or broke – in this neck of the woods!…

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On the road again

On the road again

These rotten Oldies have spent the last week running around sorting out various vehicles and left me all alone on the window sill, staring out at the roadworks and the rain. It’s amazing – every time it rains heavily, the local river turns to chocolate! The Wingless Wonders have finally got their wheels sorted and we’re away! I’m looking out the window again, but this time at least I am moving. Northwards, by the looks of it, and oh oh,…

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Pokin’ around in Graz

Pokin’ around in Graz

Visiting Graz Graz is a city full of culture. In fact, it was European Capital of Culture in 2003. It offers enough museums, galleries, theatres, and opera houses (ok, well, just one opera house) to make your head spin. So where do my owners go first thing this morning? To the Puntigamer brewery. Not that I am complaining, mind. The beer does taste better at the source and the food in the brewery restaurant is excellent. I think we are…

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Back on track

Back on track

Great, we’ve finally got moving again. We hopped on a train this morning – another new mode of transport to add to my collection! Unfortunately, we didn’t get too far. We’d only been on the train about 15 minutes when we were told that we had to get off and take a bus because the tracks are being repaired. Using public transport in Austria isn’t always easy. It doesn’t help that the country’s littered with mountains. The road we took…

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A change of plans

A change of plans

I am not a happy camper. In fact, I am not a camper at all. We are back in Austria with no car, no caravan, no bikes and no sign of getting them back for a good while yet. I’m stranded on my sill again! Hang on a minute. The intrepid Oldies have maps spread out all over the flat and are tapping away furiously on the computer. I think they might have some alternative plans up their sleeves. Let’s…

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Stranded in Slovenia

Stranded in Slovenia

Sunday night, EURO 2016 final, France-Portugal, and Her Ladyship is having hot flushes with the excitement – in spite of the fact that we’re watching the match on HRT2. Monday was a lazy day – I think the Oldies needed to recover from the overdose of soccer – but the next day there was a flurry of activity. Much as I’d like to believe otherwise, there’s no doubt now that we are preparing to move on, blast it! My owners are indeed…

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Disconcerting developments

Disconcerting developments

Another first for me today: I got to ride in a bus! The advice from tourist office in Vsar was not to attempt to cycle to Rovinj, a beautiful old town and fishing port, some 25km away. The road along the Limski Fjord is narrow and winding with a fair amount of traffic so we resorted to public transport. Good move. Even if we had driven there, parking might well have been a challenge, seeing as catering for vehicular traffic…

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Camp sights

Camp sights

This is frustrating! The local gull gals are doing their best to chat me up, but I can’t get to grips with their Croatian accent. You’d swear there was a tax on vowels down here. Nice looking chicks though, and they seem to be quite taken with me. Apart from my dashing good looks, I think that part of the attraction must be the sexy French accent I acquired during all those years in the Dordogne. I’ve just had a…

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