After Milan, we did the short hop across the top of das boot to Venice. Went out with some backpacker types to some beach party they knew about. Was good times for me but Fraundorfer got lost on the wrong side of the canal and had to sleep on the street. Burn.
Post Venice we were both pretty hungover so we had another small day's tripping to Jubjub [spelling], Slovakia, then a monster day through Slovakia, Croatia, Slovenia, Hungary and in to Poland. Did various tourist gubbins and saw the red bull stunt planes over the Danube in Budapest.
The next day we had planned to get to Kiev, Ukraine to organise the Chernobyl tour but we were waylaid by Louis Luyts older and fatter brother, who works as a customs official on the Ukraine border. After 3 hours of interviews because in one of my travel docs it says "John Eley" and another says "John Phillip Eley", we got down to the bribe negotiations. Everything was not illuminated. After rummaging through our equipment like it was a churchyard jumble sale, first he wanted my ipod (he would get my firstborn son before that) then all 4 of our phones, we counted with all our cash: 50 Polish zloty and 10 euro. He wasnt happy with that, and finally settled on our hydraulic jack. Fortunately then his boss came over to see what was taking so long, so we put the jack back in the car and bolted.
Turns out we needed that 50 zloty and 10 euro as this is the exact fine for doing 81km/h in a 90km/h zone.
Cab watch: radiator leak was "fixed" by us realising it was just the overflow from the expansion tank, and one re-wiring of the 12v charger.
Beard watch: full and lustrous, like Ernest Hemingway to the power of Carrottop.
John
p.s. I do have mastery over possessive apostrophes, but not on Ukranian keyboards.
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