I find myself wandering around Asda then Tesco at 10.30pm like a mad person, searching for a hold-all, when the alarm is set for 4.15am.
'Value' came up trumps with a new bag otherwise equipment would have probably been scattered around Edinburgh, Heathrow and Geneva airport terminals.
That was only the last cock-up of the day, prior to that I ended up having to drive all the way to Clydebank and in an effort to avoid Glasgow took a very long way round by picturesque Loch Lomond, just to get a couple of chimney bits to finish that god damn Austrian woodburning monster.
Isabelle took it on herself to be dropped off in Stirling to 'have a look round' but my mobile went flat so how could I phone her to pick her up? With me being virtually dyslexic with numbers it was lucky I could remember anyone elses to ask them for her number, then finding a public phone box wasn't easy.
Yes, it's nearly all treacle these days?
There was a sixty mile round trip by motorbike to hassle someone for money thrown in this evening or how would I be able to pay for the sausages with swiss francs in those Alpine huts?
So, anyway, once in the Alps blogging may fail due to lack of services, Do Not Hold Breath.
If there are no more posts after the 3rd August then there may have been an accident.
4 comments:
What about a daily itinary so we can track you by satellite or whatever?
Any major peaks planned?
That's what I feel like every day.
Not withstanding the frustrations of buying bricks and clocking up the miles, there's something to be said for taking time to smell the roses - Stirling, what an awesome place for Is to get stranded in for an arvo! And having to divert to beautiful Loch Lomond - yeah, life's tough.
Have survived one week so far.
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