Glen Mona Douglas

... are in the Montrose/Arbroath/Carnoustie metropolis. <br><br>Why has Lou-Anne not updated from Munich? Maybe following Lucys advice about beer und soft men?<br><br>By the way, what is with the German men and their mullets. I haven't see hair that flamboyant since my brother in law pitched up at the Binnies wedding (circa early 90s) looking like a Bay City Rollers tribute band.

... to see the sun rise over the Irish Sea...but I think i would have appreciated the sleep more!<br><br>It was off the boat at Liverpool, where I had 3 1/2 hours to get to the bus station. It took me about 45 minutes to get there (including a stop for a cornish pasty for breakfast) but i was so knackered that I couldn't be ***** looking around, so I just killed the time in the bus station. 5 1/2 hours on the bus, then about 50 minutes on the tube and I was back home!

... the island! It must bring a massive amount of money into the economy each year, and there are also other similar events such as the Manx Grand Prix, which is also very popular with the bikers around Europe.<br><br>I walked up to the pits around lunchtime for a bit of a look around, then it was back down to the waterfront to walk across to the main bus station where I hopped on a bus to Port Erin. It was another scenic bus ride which went along the south-east ...

... and I couldn't believe how fast they were flying past! At this part of the track, the riders were hitting around 160mph (~260kph) then accelerating up the hill, where I could see them lifting the front wheel in the distance! It certainly made for some good viewing.<br>I made my way up to the area where the podium place getters arrive after the race, and saw a few famous faces around, including Murray Walker (ex F1 commentator), then went and watched the podium presentation from the ...

... race from was a tight right hander into a more open left as they built up speed. I saw one near collision between two of the bikes midway through the right hander, in an overtaking manoeuvre gone bad, and another rider nearly came off after hitting the curb on the fast exit of the left hander. Unfortunately, a Kiwi rider, Bruce Anstey, who was leading the race by a decent margin, bowed out with ...

... way. The closer we got to Heysham, the more bikes we started to see<br><br>After lunch at a pub called the Duke of Rothesay, I went down to the ferry terminal...only to discover I was 2 minutes late checking in - despite being there earlier than what the ticket and Steam Packet website said...<br>As one can imagine this was rather annoying, as despite being able to catch the next ferry ...

Hello readers. I'm Tom, and this is my travel blog. At the moment, I am an A-level student, in my final year of study. I have applied to university, but I've decided it'd be better for me to take a year out. So thats what I'm planning for the next year of my life, to travel to various countries and continents, embarking on mostly voluntary work. Alongside my studies, I am an athlete, competing over 800m. Through this sport, I have ...

... to tell us he'd just been released from prison after being locked up for 18 1/2 years. After we gave him all fake names and Rachel (aka Ann) gave him the rest of her cigarette, he suddenly went mad and started yelling at Melissa (aka Nathalie), calling her selfish and vindictive, and saying that she didn't want to anger him or it would be the last thing she would ever do! I guess prison doesn't really help with social skills... We convinced him to leave ...

L'ile du Man, mon troisieme voyage dans cette petite place! Comme j'ai pratiquement tout vu ce qu'il y a a voir a l'ile du Man, nous avons profite de notre sejour chez les parents de Hamish pour surtout marcher. Une journee nous avons pris l'autobus pour aller visiter un village pittoresque (Gregneash a la genre village d'antan de Drummonville). Sinon, temps de rattraper le temps perdu avec les amis de H, passer du temps avec sa mere... et ouf ...

... sufficiently mollified by a boozy lunch treated me by my lovely trolley dolly friend Phil that I peacefully slept on the journey up to Heysham. But it is really marvellous to be home, my mother had purchased probably the entire contents of Marks and Spencers, most of which I've consumed by now...oops! Well after 2 months of no pork and limited alcohol eating a pack of 50 mini cocktail sausages and one (or maybe two, hmmm) bottles of wine can entirely be justified. No?