Whether to follow the river or not to follow the river. A mild debated ensued. Somehow the result ended up in us doing neither and going on a little adventure all of our very own. We soon realised the error in our ways and stumbled across a 15% incline hill ...most of them were rolling and glorious. In desperate need for lunch on yet another fucking Sunday we were lucky to find a awesome Italian restaurant; where we all tucked into our first sizeable meal since feeling less than great. News of seeing Will in the evening at lunch – a mega suprise, which raised spirits tremendously as you can imagine.
An Old Lady with a dog helped us on our way onto Kempton – enlightening us towards a flat route, rather than the hilly one we had unknowingly planned on the map.
Absolutely chucked it down after lunch – the whole worlds water supply struck again.... Soaked wet through for the umpteenth time on the trip.
Once again became temporarily unfamiliar with our surroundings on the outskirts of Kempton, helped by the pissing rain. What can only be described as a saintly young lad on a scooter stopped to offer his two cents worth (stopping in the middle of the road and removing his helmet) – well trained by his mother but none the less still didn’t really have a clue. More rain. Asked some local girls in a bus shelter, but they just giggled – especially at Rob’s somewhat inappropriate gestures to them to look at the map.
Cold, wet, tired and hungry morale remained high with the prospect of new friends and conversation...they also had a car!! Will’s text saying he would be at the campsite in less than 45 minutes was not funny, considering he sent it from somewhere south of Munich, a damn sight further away.
Eventually we became aware of our surroundings and pushed on in rain. Found another person to ask, who sent us through a derelict part of Kempten over a river and under the autobahn. Found campsite, zero signs up until that point. In the bar we found Will and Max. Jubilation at meeting them. William had brought a ray of British sunshine into our lives at this point, due to him wearing his panama hat...Mr Gann I salute you sir!
Decided to get the tents set up then out for a meal. Will and Max had both decided to camp with us too, so we went on a drive in their car; well max’s sister’s corsa. Fully overloaded, with coyle catching her fingers in the boot lid as charlotte closed it!!! ’OPEN THE FUCKING BOOT, OPEN THE FUCKIN BOOT’
Will’s driving was atrocious, like being in the car with a blind Colin Macrae. Careering round the roads that lead to somewhere, we eventually found an Italian gest house. The night passed in good spirits with us all glad to see each other, and having arrived here in one piece....even with Will’s driving.
Route back was as epic as the route out, with a few shouts of ‘OTHER SIDE OF THE ROAD’ and Will trying to direct us via his iphone back to the campsite, up a pedestrian walkway(which we got through)...bed!
Rob, Ellie, Tom
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