never pass a pisser, never trust a fart, never waste a stiffy.
Some dodgy photo on the Route De Grand Alps on the way into to Nice. I know this is a pic of a church and a fountain but behind me it was rockin’. Yes, nightclub recovery party, acid, drugs and rock and roll. Oh, yes – we know where to go. Cool. Wicked. Man.
My venture into the adventurous. Put my feet in a cold mountain stream anyway. Bloody cold I can tell you. In all honesty, I wanted to this when I was a kid. Dad would never stop the car for me to do it. So this is for Dad!
Vars route. Not done this in recent times.
Found a gem of a place. About 1500m up and isolated. Hiker paradise. There was a convention of some sort I guess. They were everywhere, of all nationalities. I don’t suppose the Chinese next to us took to the ‘Tour Dawn Chorus’ in the morning! (farts, farts and more farts).
Interlaken, Switzerland. My family home! At least we feel at home there.
The place where we always ended up on trips to the ‘Continent’. Before the EU of course.
Met up with Heidi as usual – she makes us sooo welcome. Always asks about Paul (my Brother) and looks after us so well.
Jungfrau in full glory…
Can remember the name of it. Edit needed! Found it – Brienzersee
But is was VERY emerald with all the minerals from the mountain water.
Whatever!
One for me…
Two for Sooty…
Deadly stuff this. I could only trust myself with one can.
This place was FULL of flies and mosquitos. Nightmare. I was bitten about 10 times. Unusual for me. Must have been the Maximator.
What Charlie thinks of us and Brexit…
