ok so now guess where we are now.....check the title lol.
going back a couple of days to the donauinselfest we recovered from it evetually buit it does deserve a mention.me and shane got on tv......on MTV as well.ok there was a dance stage there in the middle of the huge island that it was taking place on but then we noticed right at the front there was a gap and me and shane being who we are decided that to represent our country well we had to go and throw some shapes in the gap to get people filling it up.as all dance places are the gap was filled with mud and one guy dancing by himself in thew middle so we let him take center and just filled in on the edge and started to bust out the good old mercy mandancing moves and before ΔΎ minutes was up we made it onto the big screen.......but not only that the dj had just said we are now live on mtv so we were like yeah got onto internation television.every form of the media has been dominated by us now.just need like a full interview or something to top it off but we cant be picky now can we...
moving on from that stage we went in search or drink as per usual and as shane was returning our empty glasses he managed to find a rather attractive lady to start dancing with.but littl did he know she had method to her madness.big guy behind her was trying to dance with her so she just grabbed him untill the other guy left and then she left him there as well, but before that i did see shane trying to leave to come back to me at which point i waved like a mad man to catch his eye and say stay there you fool.......and he did untill she left.....can we all say aaaaaahhhhhh......
after running through trainstations and getting onto crammed buses we eventually made it back to our campsite and retired for the night.only to be rudely awoken by the german girl and her bf in the tent next to us in the morning i dont need to explain i think you can all guess what.......
ok continuing on our journey we made it down to bratislavia on one day from wien after getting a bit lost comign out and ending up cycling through 2 km of nudist beach before having to return back the way we had come just to get out of there.not something we want to repeat anytime soon.
we though about going out the first night here but we decided just to hit onr bar then go back, untill we met the english guys.we have shanes rather obvious way of staring at a bar maid backside to thank for that as she leaned over there table next to us he leaned and so did the english guy on that table.catching each others eye many short jokes and laughs were made then we began to talk to them only to realise that the whole bloody group bar one lives in dereham......of all the bloody places.......that being said they asked us to join them and a rather interesting sunday night insued with many more beers and cocktails and shooters following.new version of a b52 was tried and tested as well.went down interestingly is the only way i can put it i think.then at the end of the night we were show the best food to have at the end of the night around here.the american special hotdog.so so nice im telling you go to the tescos, yes there is a giant tesco here, and just outside there is a small hut that sells these soooo gooooooood.
again last night as we had planned to leave today we thought that we shouldnt have too much so wondered in had a drink and returned to the hostel bar to meet a rather interesting mix of people.two aussies, cornish man, small finnish guy, french canadian girl, english couple, and the biggest finnish guy i had ever seen in my life and my god could he drink.i know the country is full of alcoholics but he was impressive.needless to say the aussie that challenged him to drinking was annihilated and upon returning to the hostel was found sleeping in the kitchen floor the next morning.....but going back a bit when we decided to return to the hostel a little earlier, after the bill was asked for and we realised that we hadnt ordered any drinks just other people so we didnt want to be caught with the paying, also not having much cash left anyways.....me shane and the aussie that wasnt half dead walked towards the hostel to discover the floor made noises.im not joking shanme stepped on something that looked like a drain to find that each tile on the small section made a different musical note, so as u can guess the next few minutes were filled with much dancing on it and filming of the drunked dancing to the music.untill we found what must be the drum as we all jumped up and down making the most noise physically possible and hopefully waking the neighbours.see we can discover new things whilst drunk although walking past it again today we saw something else but we will wait untill we have had a few tonight to discover it.....cant ruin all our fun in one go.
oh yeah we are staying another night and now we have milk we can have tea in the morning yay.......
oh and bbq at the hostel was great especially when u buy disposible ones with random northeners and make the smoke go towards the washing being hung out above us causing the lady to stare out of the window at us.good old english sense of cosideration coming into play there but for the amount of meat we have been missing out on we just made up for it.so much pork......good times.
anyways im off now a few other people waiting to use this and only 2 computers here avaliable.....whoops....
ttfn
Tuesday, 26 June 2007
Friday, 22 June 2007
biggest party in austria....and we are here.
ok i know its a big leap from lake konstanz to wien but we are here.....#
from the south side of konstanz we stayed at my mothers friends house, lovely lady but shereally did have the same tastes as my mum which was quite scary but thought none the less, after walking the dog and alot of ice cream by the lake we journeyed on across the lake to the other side and hopefully a hostel but to no avail as it was fullly booked, oh well camp site it was.
from there we started to head up north towards tubingen and the promise of a place to stay and a good night life well a party was peomised but oh well.after suprising clara by arriving before 12 in the morning and getting her out of bed we eventually had the grand tour of tubingen, if u planning of making a day of it i suggest walking very slowly and going in all the shops as it took us a grand total of 10 minutes to see nearly all of the sites around.that night was good however, 1 euro for tequilla???how can it go wrong???apparently so as claras promise of a night bus was unforfilled and we walked back to her house at about 3 in the morning but obviously the next day we wouldnt have been up to much cycling so we stayed another night and lounged about by the open air swimming complex nearby that was absolutely packed full of people.........u can fill in the blanks........but after swimming and sunbathing and a bit of one knee two knee with the locals we ended up with another frisbee and a beach ball all courtesy of the friendly girl behind the counter and me asking very nicely.
from there we continued on our journey(ok i may not sound alot on here but at this point from konstanz to munich we covered over 300 miles...in about 5 days riding.) and eventually hit munich after a late night meeting the german school group who were all alot older than us but still very socialble teaching them all new and very useful phrases that u wont normally learn in an english class abroad...(you all know what i mean same thing u use the french dictionary for in school when u didnt want to do the work).upon arriving in munich we were given about 4 sets of directions all from different locals as to the whereabouts of this hostel all going in the general right direction but none actually getting us there and it was only through u going into a odd driveway that we stumbled upon it.the first night rained so not much to say there but the next day we decided that we should do a tour of munich and what better that a cycled tour as its famous for being flat its not too bad we think eh???introducing the california crusiers....courtesy of mikes bikes tours also avaliable in amsterdam(we think we might try it)now there bikes are nothing like the bikes that we are used to the handle bars look like so kind of cup and the castration bar really is that bad....the tour itself wasnt that bad, 4 miles in 4 hours now how hard is that but still we managed to find people lagging behind in our group.now im not one to moan but talk about americanised i mean it was informative and all but if u are looking for a real in depth tour go for something else but if u want to go jump in a fast flowing river over so jagged rocks under a bridge then go to the second largest beer garden in the world and have a couple of litres of wiessbier then i reccommend this tour for you so after having a couple and feeling a bit tipsy i started to concentrate on the cycling instead of the tour, this would be the part with all the roads on it wouldnt it and the very vague conversation i was having with the american girl i had met didnt really register as i was just aiming to not fall off my bike and hurt or kill myself.dont drink and ride its not a good idea......anyways getting back to the shop i quickly nipped in the hofbrauhaus to use the loo then returned to find that our night plans had already been arranged for us by those nice kind people as just down the road we could get another free beer for going on thee tour and then that night they do a pub crawl, great idea so back to the hostel, sleep, shower, eat, change in that order and still a bit whoosy go back to the bar and begin again.now from then on the night gets less and less clear but our host took us to some places that i wouldnt never have found by myself in a million years, well done to him.one of which did remind me of the ferryboat however strange but true.....at some point after walking through the hofbrauhaus we met the two american sisters from our tour who decided to join us on our crawl and later in some other random bar we gathered a few other girls to come with us but i cant quite remember how i just remember introducing myself walking along the street after realised that they were there with us.twas a good night though we ended up in a club and i started talking to andrea who was a lovely girl that hopefully we will meet again soon when we get to prague but before i could get another drink a rathzer unsober shane approaches me and says we got to go im being thrown out, great who has he hit whats happened?it was only later i realised he had been throwing up in the toilet and got caught by the bouncer who removed him forthwith.i realised how ill he was when we got into a taxi and as i was trying to explain where our hostel was to this guy shane opened the door and started to reinact his earlier show, the kind taxi driver just started moving slowly along the street making a nice line for other to follow later im sure.after reaching the hostel and finally getting in we collapsed on the beds and went right off after getting him the bin in case he needed it again, and he did.great.next day i left him in bed a cycled around the town and checked out some of the sites that the tour hadnt included whilst he eventually got up and walked to the olyimpic stadium for a look around.
leaving munich a little light in pocket we travelled up the isar river towards the donau to star what has now become the newest addition to our journey....budapest.
in the last few days the weather has been brilliant so cloacking up nearly 400 miles in 5 days riding isnt too bad for us hence why we are already in wien.staying just outside as everywhere is packed inside....u wanna know why???the biggest street party in austria is on this weeked and we are smack bang in the middle of it.....who hooo party on.
ttfn when im sober again lols
x
from the south side of konstanz we stayed at my mothers friends house, lovely lady but shereally did have the same tastes as my mum which was quite scary but thought none the less, after walking the dog and alot of ice cream by the lake we journeyed on across the lake to the other side and hopefully a hostel but to no avail as it was fullly booked, oh well camp site it was.
from there we started to head up north towards tubingen and the promise of a place to stay and a good night life well a party was peomised but oh well.after suprising clara by arriving before 12 in the morning and getting her out of bed we eventually had the grand tour of tubingen, if u planning of making a day of it i suggest walking very slowly and going in all the shops as it took us a grand total of 10 minutes to see nearly all of the sites around.that night was good however, 1 euro for tequilla???how can it go wrong???apparently so as claras promise of a night bus was unforfilled and we walked back to her house at about 3 in the morning but obviously the next day we wouldnt have been up to much cycling so we stayed another night and lounged about by the open air swimming complex nearby that was absolutely packed full of people.........u can fill in the blanks........but after swimming and sunbathing and a bit of one knee two knee with the locals we ended up with another frisbee and a beach ball all courtesy of the friendly girl behind the counter and me asking very nicely.
from there we continued on our journey(ok i may not sound alot on here but at this point from konstanz to munich we covered over 300 miles...in about 5 days riding.) and eventually hit munich after a late night meeting the german school group who were all alot older than us but still very socialble teaching them all new and very useful phrases that u wont normally learn in an english class abroad...(you all know what i mean same thing u use the french dictionary for in school when u didnt want to do the work).upon arriving in munich we were given about 4 sets of directions all from different locals as to the whereabouts of this hostel all going in the general right direction but none actually getting us there and it was only through u going into a odd driveway that we stumbled upon it.the first night rained so not much to say there but the next day we decided that we should do a tour of munich and what better that a cycled tour as its famous for being flat its not too bad we think eh???introducing the california crusiers....courtesy of mikes bikes tours also avaliable in amsterdam(we think we might try it)now there bikes are nothing like the bikes that we are used to the handle bars look like so kind of cup and the castration bar really is that bad....the tour itself wasnt that bad, 4 miles in 4 hours now how hard is that but still we managed to find people lagging behind in our group.now im not one to moan but talk about americanised i mean it was informative and all but if u are looking for a real in depth tour go for something else but if u want to go jump in a fast flowing river over so jagged rocks under a bridge then go to the second largest beer garden in the world and have a couple of litres of wiessbier then i reccommend this tour for you so after having a couple and feeling a bit tipsy i started to concentrate on the cycling instead of the tour, this would be the part with all the roads on it wouldnt it and the very vague conversation i was having with the american girl i had met didnt really register as i was just aiming to not fall off my bike and hurt or kill myself.dont drink and ride its not a good idea......anyways getting back to the shop i quickly nipped in the hofbrauhaus to use the loo then returned to find that our night plans had already been arranged for us by those nice kind people as just down the road we could get another free beer for going on thee tour and then that night they do a pub crawl, great idea so back to the hostel, sleep, shower, eat, change in that order and still a bit whoosy go back to the bar and begin again.now from then on the night gets less and less clear but our host took us to some places that i wouldnt never have found by myself in a million years, well done to him.one of which did remind me of the ferryboat however strange but true.....at some point after walking through the hofbrauhaus we met the two american sisters from our tour who decided to join us on our crawl and later in some other random bar we gathered a few other girls to come with us but i cant quite remember how i just remember introducing myself walking along the street after realised that they were there with us.twas a good night though we ended up in a club and i started talking to andrea who was a lovely girl that hopefully we will meet again soon when we get to prague but before i could get another drink a rathzer unsober shane approaches me and says we got to go im being thrown out, great who has he hit whats happened?it was only later i realised he had been throwing up in the toilet and got caught by the bouncer who removed him forthwith.i realised how ill he was when we got into a taxi and as i was trying to explain where our hostel was to this guy shane opened the door and started to reinact his earlier show, the kind taxi driver just started moving slowly along the street making a nice line for other to follow later im sure.after reaching the hostel and finally getting in we collapsed on the beds and went right off after getting him the bin in case he needed it again, and he did.great.next day i left him in bed a cycled around the town and checked out some of the sites that the tour hadnt included whilst he eventually got up and walked to the olyimpic stadium for a look around.
leaving munich a little light in pocket we travelled up the isar river towards the donau to star what has now become the newest addition to our journey....budapest.
in the last few days the weather has been brilliant so cloacking up nearly 400 miles in 5 days riding isnt too bad for us hence why we are already in wien.staying just outside as everywhere is packed inside....u wanna know why???the biggest street party in austria is on this weeked and we are smack bang in the middle of it.....who hooo party on.
ttfn when im sober again lols
x
Tuesday, 12 June 2007
1 more day to go, 1 more day to munich...
ok i apologise now for the very poor spelling this keyboardis absolutely rubbish so not my fault ok?
ok so we left st maria waving goodbye to the whisky bar and the place we hd called home for the lastfewdays. and when people say recovring fromdrinking is a uphill struggle they obviously didnt have in mid cycling p a muntain pass after 3 days of a great lack of activity...but we did have some encouragement in the form of the two rather socialble hitchikers guie tothe galaxy fanatcal swizz guys whom had been our companions in drink for the last few nights wavingto us outof the back of the bus and makingsome hand guestures that did make us want to catch their bus and make them cycle up the pass...and i think he hd his happy faceon as well...after this rather interesting startto the day and after limbing what seemd like a mountain just o get villages along we finally sawthe real pass that laidhad of us, however we did notsee the road hich would take us there but in hindsight that was probrly a good thing asif we had we might have sat at a bus stop and waited as all the buses rund there have bikeracks on the back ow tepting or us eh?but eventually after 1hr20 minutes odd we inally reached the top ofhe firstpass and it was a greatfeeing having a coffe in he restarant at 2100 meteres or so and even better thait nl took about 1hr to get back down as i went do then back up anthr 300 meters or so before fnally getting us there.tha night we tough it would be a god idea to have a drink so after buying a bottle of baileys ad finishing it hat night wedecided togo to sleep.
the next morningwe awoke and remmbered what we woudbe doing that day, cycling up yet another pass and on a sunday when we knew that not mch would be open but us being the ever sointellegent peole tht eare w carried on anyways ans we hadto leave as shane had used the hotel recption of the plce next to the touristenlagerthat we were staying in to cll home nd didntwant to pay for it....the day started well going downhill for abut 6km but we knew we would have to go back up and by god we did.passingsnowon theside of theroad an knowing tht we still had o go up another 200 metrs plus was anodd feeling to saythe least and when we did eventuallyreachthe top we met some rther confused cyclists,confusd because we hadgot to the top in 1hr 45 includingthe strt to th next town and with the amount o bags that we had on us and they were aying that they were tired without nay bags on teir specialist mountain climbingbies,cheecky buggers oh and by the way that pass gotto 2383 metrs climbing about 1000 altogether.going down was alot betteras it nly took 20minutes,no yu dont want t know but 40mph withoutpedalling isnt bd for us two eh?so we eventually found omewhere to sta in klosters in a littl b&b that we were the onlyoccupnts of so was nice,and think the daughte took a liking to shane hehe.finally leaving klosters we continued onour way, downhill sowards lake konstnz and the promise f a place to stay with a friend of y mums.but we knew tat we couldnt get there in one day so we were looking foranother place to stay.after finding therhein cycle path and flying aong thereinto a headwind we looked up to seea uge blck cloud forming above us.not good.but not as funny as the huge cloud that ws over liechenstein and not anywhere near switzerlan at the time, phe they dnt even hav a motorway how can they cll themselves a country...but after consulting the local grasskeeper we traveld from switzerlad through liechensteain in about 0 minutes into austri whereat border control weweregreeted by german speaking men who as soon as we sad we were engish just waved us through wih a smile and a gesture tat made us think they must be very accomadating to english people in this country.we arrived in feldkirch ina bit ofrain an staed their for thenight wtching german versions of jericho itsso fun toguess whats going on when you cant understand it.after crossing borders a total of 6times thatdaywe fell aslep quite easily.
ok this keyboard is really annoying m so ill leave it therefor he minute and might fish either tonight or in munich and cath up t where we arenow...
ttfn
ok so we left st maria waving goodbye to the whisky bar and the place we hd called home for the lastfewdays. and when people say recovring fromdrinking is a uphill struggle they obviously didnt have in mid cycling p a muntain pass after 3 days of a great lack of activity...but we did have some encouragement in the form of the two rather socialble hitchikers guie tothe galaxy fanatcal swizz guys whom had been our companions in drink for the last few nights wavingto us outof the back of the bus and makingsome hand guestures that did make us want to catch their bus and make them cycle up the pass...and i think he hd his happy faceon as well...after this rather interesting startto the day and after limbing what seemd like a mountain just o get villages along we finally sawthe real pass that laidhad of us, however we did notsee the road hich would take us there but in hindsight that was probrly a good thing asif we had we might have sat at a bus stop and waited as all the buses rund there have bikeracks on the back ow tepting or us eh?but eventually after 1hr20 minutes odd we inally reached the top ofhe firstpass and it was a greatfeeing having a coffe in he restarant at 2100 meteres or so and even better thait nl took about 1hr to get back down as i went do then back up anthr 300 meters or so before fnally getting us there.tha night we tough it would be a god idea to have a drink so after buying a bottle of baileys ad finishing it hat night wedecided togo to sleep.
the next morningwe awoke and remmbered what we woudbe doing that day, cycling up yet another pass and on a sunday when we knew that not mch would be open but us being the ever sointellegent peole tht eare w carried on anyways ans we hadto leave as shane had used the hotel recption of the plce next to the touristenlagerthat we were staying in to cll home nd didntwant to pay for it....the day started well going downhill for abut 6km but we knew we would have to go back up and by god we did.passingsnowon theside of theroad an knowing tht we still had o go up another 200 metrs plus was anodd feeling to saythe least and when we did eventuallyreachthe top we met some rther confused cyclists,confusd because we hadgot to the top in 1hr 45 includingthe strt to th next town and with the amount o bags that we had on us and they were aying that they were tired without nay bags on teir specialist mountain climbingbies,cheecky buggers oh and by the way that pass gotto 2383 metrs climbing about 1000 altogether.going down was alot betteras it nly took 20minutes,no yu dont want t know but 40mph withoutpedalling isnt bd for us two eh?so we eventually found omewhere to sta in klosters in a littl b&b that we were the onlyoccupnts of so was nice,and think the daughte took a liking to shane hehe.finally leaving klosters we continued onour way, downhill sowards lake konstnz and the promise f a place to stay with a friend of y mums.but we knew tat we couldnt get there in one day so we were looking foranother place to stay.after finding therhein cycle path and flying aong thereinto a headwind we looked up to seea uge blck cloud forming above us.not good.but not as funny as the huge cloud that ws over liechenstein and not anywhere near switzerlan at the time, phe they dnt even hav a motorway how can they cll themselves a country...but after consulting the local grasskeeper we traveld from switzerlad through liechensteain in about 0 minutes into austri whereat border control weweregreeted by german speaking men who as soon as we sad we were engish just waved us through wih a smile and a gesture tat made us think they must be very accomadating to english people in this country.we arrived in feldkirch ina bit ofrain an staed their for thenight wtching german versions of jericho itsso fun toguess whats going on when you cant understand it.after crossing borders a total of 6times thatdaywe fell aslep quite easily.
ok this keyboard is really annoying m so ill leave it therefor he minute and might fish either tonight or in munich and cath up t where we arenow...
ttfn
Saturday, 2 June 2007
good things come in little packages
ok so upon leaving trento wer thought that it might be a bit more kind to us, well the weather at least, but no it was still drizzling some what so we decided to brave it out and get to bozen or bolzano depending on where you live and how you speak in that part of italy.but when we started to leave we did meet a couple of aussie cyclist who seemed nice enough and were headed in our direction, cue shanes temptation for speed and overtaking.it didnt take us long as they did seem to be getting on a bit and we all know what shane is like when he gets the bit between his teeth. so we get to bozen and nothing really much happens there we sleep and eat....normal for us two.
its the next day that should be brought to your attention however, as you all know by know we arent very good at sticking to plans so when we said we should just ride to merano the next day of course we get there no problem but as its so early we have a quick check at our maps and see that the hostel that we were going to go for isnt that far away just more than we had already done and yeah we know that its going to be uphill a bit but we think none the less of it and carry on straight away.after seeking directions from a local postman who gave us maps and fine words of encouragement we started on the cycle path that should take us nearly the whole way to immediately find a rather large diversion up what can only be described as a big old hill.after conquering this and realising that yes shane was still alive we continued up along this way going ever so more up for a short while before we just hit the nice long straight and unhilly cycle path again.this was all ok untill we saw what was to become next of us, a few road trips here and there let us see the "valley" that we had to get up. i think the place was glurns that was the last time we saw a road untill we nearly hit the switzerland border.the cycle paths that had served us very well during the day suddenly turned to a dirt road uphill....great.after push pulling and at some points nearly wanting to cry over the stupid idea to carry on that day we finally reached the swiss border and were waved stright through, obviously we dont look shady as we cycled through at all of 2 miles an hour....the lady in the supermarket that we found right on the border changed some money for us and i started to try to calculate all the prices in euros and pounds that we are familiar but when your tired belive me it doesnt come very easily,im not ant ok.. having finally arrived in the little town of sainta maria up a hill i would like to add and having a jogger overtake us uphill we officially decided that we would stay 2 nights to make up for it.
after finding that the hostel was somewhat simple in its layout but nice and charming however we ventured out for our celebratory drink to the landmark of 2000 miles that we had crossed during the day with a stunning background, after walking to one end of the town and finding only closed restaurants our hearts began to sink but on returning towards opur hostel we saw what can only be described as a saving light, that changed colours and obviouslz as simple as we are we walked towards this light and discovered that no more than 20 meteres from our hostel that was a bar, or so we though.when we got inside it was like an optical illusion we thought there must be more to this as the bar was all of 8.53 meters all round so we thought yeah this seems nice we will stay.it was only after taking and drinking that we realised that it was not only a whisky bar but the worlds smallest whisky bar!!!somehow in walking up the stairs we missed the signs outside telling us this and all the leaflets inside untill it was pointed out to us....how silly did we feel. needless to say the next day after a short trip to a waterfall we returned to the whisky bar for more....nourishment....after discussing with the nice men running and owning the place we learned of their bussiness plans for the future and how it all got started in the first place.needless to say we were somewhat gobsmacked at the full range of alcoholic beverages present and the fact it was all whisky...even better.shane has now also gained a taste for baileys...ill leave you to make up your own mind on that one.the mroning of our supposed departure we returned to the whisky bar to have some photos taken of us on our bikes and outside the place with some warming fluid in our hands...but it was ok it was a minute after 9:30 in the morning...we returned to the hostel as it was raining with thoughts of the story that we had been told would be written for us not realising quite what was going on as the whiskey that early did somewhat go to our heads a little...whoops.after the rain continued and it got later in the day we thought right thats it we are staying another night and after we eat lunch we promptly fell asleep for pretty much the whole afternoon so it was indeed a rest day for a change. and of course we did return to the whisky bar again, its nice alright dont judge...and after conversing more and drinking more the beer that had deprived the bar for a few weeks before hand fianlly arrived so what better way to send of the night than starting with whiskey then having a nice cool guiness helped by a rather intriguing machine that i hadnt experienced before, for the guiness pouring ok dont get the wrong idea.
so here we are once again at a computer but this time its still part of the whisky corporation, yes once you get in you dont get out, and we are writing up the blog but now there is another link to us so heres a link to them
www.smallestwhiskybaronearth.com
trust me go on it not only will you get to see the smallest whisky bar on earth and dream of going there(of and if you are going there get ready for public transport as it isnt the easiest place to get to but well worth it) but you will also see a bit about us two with photos and a small story!!!!but seriously go on there go through the link or type it in on google, soon it will be in the guiness book ok records and official but you heard it here first.....go there!!!
ttfn
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its the next day that should be brought to your attention however, as you all know by know we arent very good at sticking to plans so when we said we should just ride to merano the next day of course we get there no problem but as its so early we have a quick check at our maps and see that the hostel that we were going to go for isnt that far away just more than we had already done and yeah we know that its going to be uphill a bit but we think none the less of it and carry on straight away.after seeking directions from a local postman who gave us maps and fine words of encouragement we started on the cycle path that should take us nearly the whole way to immediately find a rather large diversion up what can only be described as a big old hill.after conquering this and realising that yes shane was still alive we continued up along this way going ever so more up for a short while before we just hit the nice long straight and unhilly cycle path again.this was all ok untill we saw what was to become next of us, a few road trips here and there let us see the "valley" that we had to get up. i think the place was glurns that was the last time we saw a road untill we nearly hit the switzerland border.the cycle paths that had served us very well during the day suddenly turned to a dirt road uphill....great.after push pulling and at some points nearly wanting to cry over the stupid idea to carry on that day we finally reached the swiss border and were waved stright through, obviously we dont look shady as we cycled through at all of 2 miles an hour....the lady in the supermarket that we found right on the border changed some money for us and i started to try to calculate all the prices in euros and pounds that we are familiar but when your tired belive me it doesnt come very easily,im not ant ok.. having finally arrived in the little town of sainta maria up a hill i would like to add and having a jogger overtake us uphill we officially decided that we would stay 2 nights to make up for it.
after finding that the hostel was somewhat simple in its layout but nice and charming however we ventured out for our celebratory drink to the landmark of 2000 miles that we had crossed during the day with a stunning background, after walking to one end of the town and finding only closed restaurants our hearts began to sink but on returning towards opur hostel we saw what can only be described as a saving light, that changed colours and obviouslz as simple as we are we walked towards this light and discovered that no more than 20 meteres from our hostel that was a bar, or so we though.when we got inside it was like an optical illusion we thought there must be more to this as the bar was all of 8.53 meters all round so we thought yeah this seems nice we will stay.it was only after taking and drinking that we realised that it was not only a whisky bar but the worlds smallest whisky bar!!!somehow in walking up the stairs we missed the signs outside telling us this and all the leaflets inside untill it was pointed out to us....how silly did we feel. needless to say the next day after a short trip to a waterfall we returned to the whisky bar for more....nourishment....after discussing with the nice men running and owning the place we learned of their bussiness plans for the future and how it all got started in the first place.needless to say we were somewhat gobsmacked at the full range of alcoholic beverages present and the fact it was all whisky...even better.shane has now also gained a taste for baileys...ill leave you to make up your own mind on that one.the mroning of our supposed departure we returned to the whisky bar to have some photos taken of us on our bikes and outside the place with some warming fluid in our hands...but it was ok it was a minute after 9:30 in the morning...we returned to the hostel as it was raining with thoughts of the story that we had been told would be written for us not realising quite what was going on as the whiskey that early did somewhat go to our heads a little...whoops.after the rain continued and it got later in the day we thought right thats it we are staying another night and after we eat lunch we promptly fell asleep for pretty much the whole afternoon so it was indeed a rest day for a change. and of course we did return to the whisky bar again, its nice alright dont judge...and after conversing more and drinking more the beer that had deprived the bar for a few weeks before hand fianlly arrived so what better way to send of the night than starting with whiskey then having a nice cool guiness helped by a rather intriguing machine that i hadnt experienced before, for the guiness pouring ok dont get the wrong idea.
so here we are once again at a computer but this time its still part of the whisky corporation, yes once you get in you dont get out, and we are writing up the blog but now there is another link to us so heres a link to them
www.smallestwhiskybaronearth.com
trust me go on it not only will you get to see the smallest whisky bar on earth and dream of going there(of and if you are going there get ready for public transport as it isnt the easiest place to get to but well worth it) but you will also see a bit about us two with photos and a small story!!!!but seriously go on there go through the link or type it in on google, soon it will be in the guiness book ok records and official but you heard it here first.....go there!!!
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