La Noce Chivasso

The big Push......<br><br> The final hurrah...we are going over the top...I'm a little bit frightened sir...wibble!!!<br>Going over St Bernards pass (if only Mini pooper could cope we got most of the way and took the Tunnel)<br><br> The morning did not start well - with Gary at the helm our navigator (Rich) got it wrong and sent us the wrong way up a valley.<br>By the time Kevin had succesfully managed to mount Doris (he had been trying since we left Basingstoke - ever ...

... christened 'Santa Coq'<br>Gaz didnt notice anything unusual. The towels procured from Ikea were Red White and Blue!<br>First stop Le Spar to re stock with supplies for the jouney ahead - destination Annecy and <br>then onto Chamonix. The drive towards Annecy was fairly uneventful, until we again decided <br>to ignore Dashboard Doris when Charlie 'had a good idea lads' and promptly got us lost!<br>Some time later ...

... playing field. (Pun pun pun pun)<br> <br> Not much happened during this, I ate a hot dog that tasted like a bad banana and covered that awful taste up with a belgium waffle, one which did not match the one I had purchased in belgium I am afraid. <br> <br> THe tournament was a round robin sort, so every team played each other. I would have liked to stay longer, but after four hours, randomly a security guard comes us and tells us we need invitations to sit in those ...

... the roof came off the car, the two guys had just returned from a 8 month trip in Australia. After a brief discussion they told me to get in. There was an instant connection between us, young guys, had travelled to the other side of the world, we shared many similarities. They offered me to stay in their house for the night which I accepted with much appreciation. We drove about another hour until we arrived to the house. A great day.<br><br>The ...

... cities, and that if I were to wander through a rural Tuscan farm community, I probably would not find a hint of American idolization. I can't imagine strolling around with foreign words on my shirt, listening to a song, the lyrics of which mean nothing to me. <br><br>The one thing Italians do seem to treasure and probably will not surrender to a culture invasion is their customs surrounding dining. They love to gather at outdoor cafes and talk ...

Today we woke up around 10 and were again fed a very testy, simple Italian breakfast. Joel was sluggish today and it didn't surprise me and Cody when he missed the tram towards the train station by walking past us at the stop. This happened early and our phones have had mucho complications so we were split up for the entire day.<br><br>Cody and I took a 1.5 ...

... hall, terracotta figures, other mirrors...amazing! We were invited to first see ourselves as shattered fragments to enter into this material world., then danced ,then focused ourselves into the black 1 m circle in the middle and draw all together again. We lay down on turquoise yoga mats with blankets. Orango then cleansed us with expert playing a huge gong ...harmonizing and activating our spiritual or esoteric aspects. One simply has to experience this. Then the magic ...

... I went to two bars at night. I met Ricca's friends who were a bunch of college students. They tried to talk to me in English. They were singing and I recorded that. I had fun. We went to the Red Lion but it was boring. The place was quite characteristic. At 12ish we returned home. Ricca was a little sick. We went straight to bed. <br>

... with the icecream. <br>In the afternoon we kept walking through different places and taking pictures, <br>and then we went to Palazzo Reale, a 17th century palace which is the former <br>Savoy royal residence. Lots of gold in there.. but I was depressed in <br>there. I wasn't interested at all and I got nothing out of the superb long <br>and boring Italian ...

... may not be the most exciting event as you are watching them do 7 and a half laps and they are enver really racing each other that closely. It's more watching the time clocks to see if the oens skating are keeping up with of beating the times of the last skaters. Racing the clock. But it was still fun to watch. The one Dutch girl Wust or Wurst had a really good time and the Dutch went mad. Actually I think they arrived mad, so whatever is after mad that is what ...