Travels

[Des]

I went off for a blat across Europe like I've got into the habit of every summer for years now, always a bit of a challenge to see how long I can string it out, managed a record five weeks this time, allowed me to escape all that old brexit bollocks, just returning in time to not bother voting. Although, having to produce a passport to swap Sterling for yoyos in France, and Germans wanting passport, reams of paperwork and rubber stamping for a cocking simcard, yet the Poles, the Polish, those former COMMUNISTS, let you swap all the money you want, and simcards? Nie problem, three quid for 20 gig! Now that along with limiting the size of E-cig liquid bottles had me swayed toward a leave vote, still couldn't be arsed, apathy and disinterest.

I don't care

I won't get caught

I've a beard

and an Irish passport.

 

Anyway, Poland.

 

 

Yup, they're still taking cats for walkies, I fucking love this country.

 

 

Polish built VW. Fine bit of upcycling

 

 

 

Dead Smurf detail.

 

 

 

Here's a German made one, note builder Boris in the background is admiring me and not the car.

 

 

 

Sceneski wank. Not really a pub.

 

 

 

I'd happily work as a professional sexy cat walker if it meant coming home to this. Pure filth.

 

 

 

 

And they're still fitting wheels to cones, did I mention that I fucking love this country.

 

 

 

Then I met Hitler cat.

 

 

 

He forcibly shared some quite disturbing opinions and I was trying to make my excuses but before I could he invited me to follow him around the corner to look at an old car. He redeemed himself.

 

 

 

 

 

Haven't seen this in an age, that shit Vauxhall thing, a row of plastic trim clips that would lose the boot trim when the car reached about three hours old.

 

 

 

These little things are getting very scarce.

 

 

 

This one was buzzing around a former Luftwaffe airfield where the hangers and quarters were still present until last year when they got all molished. I was pissed off at that, but explore further and there's still plenty of remnants marking Polands fruity past.

Lots of things like this in woods.

 

 

 

Clamber inside to find this, the absence of purile tagging seems quite surreal.

 

 

 

Slab on a hill.

 

 

 

Inside the hill.

 

 

 

Stuff like this.

 

 

 

With numerous underground rooms.

 

 

 

Very old fortifications, THAT'S NAPOLEONIC ERA BITCH.

 

 

 

 

All this kind of shit still kicking around, nicely ratlooked wud luk well boss on the roofrack brah but fucking hell like.

 

 

 

Some Yank tourists.

 

 

 

Whoops! Stumbled into Hunland.

 

 

 

Unmanned German LPG station. The presence of a water pump pliers on a chain to deal with frozen adaptors impressed me.

 

 

 

This is a right little cutie.

 

 

 

I visited a DDR bike museum, was fascinating and arousing, had to take pics from the hip because I was using the camera to mask my trouser tripod shame.

 

Same as my first bike

 

 

 

Same as my second bike, only mine was red, and would have the fuel cock turned off. Neither would even remotely entertain the notion of charging a battery.

 

 

 

Cop this fucker.

 

 

 

FFFFFFTTT.

 

 

 

500 twin. Definite pussy doubler. With this I would be a modern day shirtless Gladiator.

 

 

 

This is the old donk I've used for something like eight jaunts now, I've added about 70K to the fecker.

 

 

I'm afraid it's a Volkswanker, but I couldn't give a flying one, what counts is the contents, the stove, sink and shitter in the back, and since I early on tinted up the windows, limo style bro, and put a roller blind at the cab it has been the perfect anonymous thing, just a shabby old unfashionable van that doesn't merit a glance, Until now that is. When I'm in the back making a cuppa, doing a fry up, curling one off or whatever, I can be parked in the most touristy busy spots and I've got used to a feeling of having an invisibility cloak, now this summer there have been countless twats stopping in their tracks to gawp, often gesturing toward the roof while jabbering to a companion, at first I wondered if someone had written peado in turd but no, nothing, what the fuck's going on all of a sudden? Maybe it's just reached that point where it'll generate speculation that someone should take a bit of T-cut to that heap of shit and scrape off the seagull shit and flakey coachlines.

[Jon]

Always good to see threads relating to your travels, though does make me wish I'd done this kind of thing before moving to the other side of the world. Anyway, top content-ing!

[Rocket88]

They are shocked at the lack of acidic fruit on display .............................................

[scruff]

Splendid travelogue as always Des 

[Skizzer]

Are they maybe muttering something about "coming over here, taking our jobs"?

 

Loving this, looking forward to more adventures!

[mercrocker]

Top stuff, Des.   Always nice to see somebody else rocking a T25 that doesn't give two shits to Dubyo world.