The day I wrote something..

Greetings from middle Earth, Frodo Baggins here, aka the wiley and reclusive blogger Loonie Tune. Thought I better give this blogging (I would rather a flogging :)) malarkey a go and fill you in on my adventurous quest, plus I'm feeling 'blogging' (feel free to release this word with a hasty curse of your choice) guilty. Lemmie is such a whizz on the oul' 'notebook' (one that's not made from paper & has lines in it!!!), and I fear I am a very lazy and naughty Luddite.

Well we set out from London on Sunday the 24th of May, and it's now only Tuesday the 26th of May but for some bizarre Rip Van Winkle sensation it feels like we've been away for a hundred years or more. Suppose it could be the fact that we've been in England, France, Belgium, Germany and now the Czech Republic, all in 3 days. *Phew*!! It's already proving to be a very tiring trip,but enjoyable none the less.

All the bloody packing and unpacking is a nightmare though. Me no-likey and I'd rather stick pins in my eyes at this stage but it must be done. In the name of crazy people travelling by bus from London to Sydney everywhere. Two buckles on my rucksack broke the night of the 21st of May as I packed my bag for the first first time at 1am. It was rather infuriating and bothersome and causing me much hardship, but I watched McGuyver as a child, so with two candles, a can of hairspray and three forks, everything was A ok in a jiffy.

I'm on the bus now leaving Germany as I write this horses pop. We're heading to Prague in the Czech Republic for two nights. Oh the joy to be staying in a place for 2 whole blissful nights. What a treat! I can finally wash my tunderwear and socks, all five pairs each. Also going to bed late and then having to be up showered, ready, breakfast in the belly (not shrinking yet God damn it) and on the bus by 8am is proving laborious. It was especially tough this morning as I was a wee bit hungover (Sorry Mumsie but I learn from the best...only kiddin..tee hee!) today from the beer before and after dinner and the 'wine tasting' which was more like wine guzzling, somewhere in between. But I'll stick to my story of blaming the surprisingly tasty Snitzel I had for dinner, cooked up by the infamous hostel owner, Herman the Crazy German. The man is definitely cuckoo and a few sandwiches short of a picnic, but a really lovely and kind man, and far too bloody generous with his wine samples I may add! There was no sniffing or snorting, appreciating the delicate bouquets, or sacrilegious spitting out of precious vino, what ever that's about anyhow. Just good glugging down of full shot glasses of pleasing and pleasant plonk. Strangely the samples got more tasty as the evening progressed! Funny that! It was certainly a bizarre experience we shared with Herman the German, and I'm sure we'll have many more on this whirlwind trip. Here's hoping there will be no more magic, reappearing snitzels though – uhhh! Thought I'd never feel alive again, feckin snitzel!

I'm amongst the living now again as my father would say.

The people on the bus are a real mixed bag of liquourice allsorts, with different ages, personalities, nationalities etc, but all seem very nice and hopefully it will stay that way. Tour leader Kim takes no shit let me tell you. She's like a blonde, female Arnie (she'll be back to terminate you if you're naughty and break the rules) but she's as sound as an english pound. It's an amazing job she does and she does it very well.

Hmmm, well what to say next am running out of thoughts and entering Homer Simpson 'Duh' mode, bloody german beer, that is oh so tasty, you have temporarily fried my already dodgy brain. Oh a break from blogging, Cappadocia in turkey, Yeah!!! There's a sheet going around and I must decide whether I want to go abseiling or trekking. Trekking me thinks, would feel too much like a marshmallow squished into an elastic band with the abseiling. Shall definitely give it a go another time when I don't look like I'm related to the Michelin man. The nerdy part of me which is growing increasingly every day wants to take one of the many fantastic treks on offer. Oh so many to choose from. Am going to go hot air ballooning in Turkey too (don't be worrying mother). How very exciting Philleas Fogg like I can't wait. Well shall love you and leave you. Must give my rambling scrawling to my more than capable friend, who is now also doubling as my typist, the wonderful and sublime Lemmie. I fear I will melt if I look at the teeny little laptop/notebook thingy. It's screen is too small and I might just fling it across the room. Will have to write my blogs the old fashioned way or it just wouldn't happen. Compromise is great and is working well for us.

Over and out form Frodo Baggins minus the hairy feet, smelly and sore maybe. Til we meet again, take care earthlings xxx

Big shout out to Mike in Dublin, Legend I tell ya!