One Night in Warsaw
OK, the song was one night in Moscow, but who's going to argue?
Shall we start with one night in Germany? Can't tell you exactly where, as we don't know either. Dubai airport was a bit of a special place, we ate at the First Class Emirates lounge which was very flash. Then landed in Frankfurt. We were met by Herr Onder who drove us out to Friedberg where we collected our as yet unnamed motor home. Tiny. Cute. Functional. And I'm very grateful for having lost 63kg as I CAN climb the ladder up to the bed without looking like Greenpeace should be called immediately.
First night, Mike drove out about 100km, and we found our first truck stop. Bit daggy, lots of graffiti, loads of trucks, but it was safe, and not at all Wolf Creek German style. We stopped in Bad Hersfeld and I managrd with some point and shoot shopping method to buy 2 sausages, 2 rolls, and 2 croissants. Along with the CWA style groceries I had packed in my suitcase, we were set.
Next day, with each of us doing two driving stints we made it across the border into Poland. Real flash truck stop this time, with BP and 24 hr Maccas. We did not sell our souls, we only drank the coffee. And with their automated order system, which we could choose English on, we were real organised.
Shall we start with one night in Germany? Can't tell you exactly where, as we don't know either. Dubai airport was a bit of a special place, we ate at the First Class Emirates lounge which was very flash. Then landed in Frankfurt. We were met by Herr Onder who drove us out to Friedberg where we collected our as yet unnamed motor home. Tiny. Cute. Functional. And I'm very grateful for having lost 63kg as I CAN climb the ladder up to the bed without looking like Greenpeace should be called immediately.
First night, Mike drove out about 100km, and we found our first truck stop. Bit daggy, lots of graffiti, loads of trucks, but it was safe, and not at all Wolf Creek German style. We stopped in Bad Hersfeld and I managrd with some point and shoot shopping method to buy 2 sausages, 2 rolls, and 2 croissants. Along with the CWA style groceries I had packed in my suitcase, we were set.
Next day, with each of us doing two driving stints we made it across the border into Poland. Real flash truck stop this time, with BP and 24 hr Maccas. We did not sell our souls, we only drank the coffee. And with their automated order system, which we could choose English on, we were real organised.
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