Still Loving Slovenia

Child friendly culture is hard to find but Bled Castle was quite a hit, set high on a cliff above the lake the views were fantastic. We also got a good view of the superb lido swimming area unfortunately too late to make use of it. The reason for the fireworks was revealed as being due to Bled festival, which we pretty much missed due to posters not going up until after the event had begun, but what we did see was great all focused around the lake.

I even managed a 10KM run around the lake, it was nice even if I did wander a bit away from the lakeside, and have some concerns about being lost. I was combining my run with a trip into Bled for cash, this was not to be however as the two banks in Bled seemed to have an aversion to Visa and we were quickly running out of cash. Its hard to keep track of which country you are in and what currency you need. Paul tried to pay for some food with cash but was refused, with no common language, he was baffled. With VISA also not working, we started to go onto rations until he tried to pay for something the next day and the assistant explained they don't take Swiss Francs in Slovenia. Doh!

The variety of campers is vast, from the hikers with tiny tents and huge back packs through to some massive motorhomes, I saw one with a boot space containing a car, that was pretty cool, and motor bikers who Casper is intrigued by. Our airstream is still often photographed, pointed at and stared at, it can be quite disconcerting to suddenly be illuminated by the flash of a camera whilst doing the washing up.

Crossing more borders in search of Slovenia

The route from Austria to Slovenia included a funny loop up and across through Germany, there was no border to cross but we saw an uplift in the speed limit, lots more German cars and the word 'Autobahn'.

We are staying in a lovely campsite on the banks of Lake Bled, we were welcomed onto the site and taken in a golf cart to look at the two pitches which had been reserved for us so we could choose. What fantastic service for a change.

Slovenia is fantastic, after my grumbling through other parts of Europe, I am delighted to have found this absolute gem of a place. Bled is a gorgeous lakeside town surrounded by mountains, overlooked by a castle and with a church in the middle of the lake. We have enjoyed great weather and the glacial lake is described as 22 degrees which after dipping our toes actually seems believable, unlike the very cold ‘22 degree’ lake in Innsbruck.

The Airstream continues to attract attention and Paul decided to put this to good use, when recruiting muscle movers. At every site we watch as people physically haul their trailers into place, so when we wanted to turn ours just a few degrees to get that perfect view, we decided to give it a go. Paul and I did not get much sideways movement, but the addition of 4 big Dutch men and a Swiss guy plus Paul achieved a move of about 10 degrees with lots of sweat being generated. ‘Never again’ they said and I tend to agree.

Bled has a little train/bus that takes you around the 10km lake, allowing you to disembark and then continue your journey at will. Casper loves trains and enjoyed the scenic trip into town. We then went to the Tourism office who were also really helpful, we chose to go for a nice Lakeside Lunch, followed by the summer toboggan ride, from our restaurant you could see the slope and Sebastian said in his most sincere way, “I am looking forward to the toboggan, I just hope you get a seat belt”.

There was a lovely gentle gondola ride to the top which gave fantastic views over the Lake. I was caught a bit unawares when the seat came round and kink of fell onto it, Sebastian turned out to be a gondola expert as he had seen an episode of American Dragon featuring a troublesome gondola. The toboggan ride from the top was excellent, Paul and Casper set off really fast but I was really nervous, putting on a brave face for Sebastian. It was fun and after the first few turns I informed Sebastian that I was the driver and forced his hand off the brake. Casper said that he was scared because daddy had gone too fast.

Everything here is good value, especially compared to Switzerland and Austria where they would charge you to go up the big mountains and charge you again to come back down, as if you would just be left behind if you didn’t have any cash.

We have enjoyed some nice bike rides and swimming in the lake has been a pleasure unaccompanied by pneumonia. We bought Lilos for the boys today, it has been hysterical to witness their caution, first Sebastian was concerned we had no rope to attach to the Lilo, then Casper found an elastic belt to use as a seat belt, all of this was before we were even in sight of the water.

The camp site have morning activities for the boys themed by a rabbit. The rabbit walks round camp collecting all the kids for the activities, Casper thinks it is real, so sweet. Sebastian has loved it, he won a T-shirt for coming second in the bowling, it was worn with pride today. We also won the family treasure hunt, Paul is so competitive, and can now look forward to world famous Bled Cream Cakes.

Slovenia is a hit, we are really feeling like we are on holiday now, and Paul bought a bottle of coke for 40p, so we have at last found somewhere cheap. Last night they had fantastic fireworks, so good we put Rambo 2 on hold and went outside to watch.

We have a few more days here then onto Croatia for two whole weeks by a beach, I have bought some funny looking beach sandals so those pebbles will not spoil my fun.

Accidentally in Italy

Today is Saturday, and is very cold and very wet, so after a morning of playing games, and telling Casper he could not ride his bike in the rain, we decided to have an outing. Equipped with a leaflet we thought outlet shopping sounded like a good option. So we set the satnav for the general direction we were headed, had a quick look at the map and set of on the assumption it was just down the A road. It was a slow realisation that our destination may be in Italy, and the leaflet was not very clear especially as it was in Italian and German.

Anyhow we found it, and it was nice and warm there, and although we did not cross a border point the Italian flag was pretty evident, we had great pizza and the diesel was cheaper. In a very British way despite freezing cold and sightings of snow covered mountains very nearby we bought two sun loungers, (very glass half full). We treated the boys to a large tub of lego, which was not met with the excitement we had hoped for, as the boys wanted character toys, however come bedtime both the boys were desperate to build lego! What was great about the shopping centre was the crèche, the boys were very happy to go and allow us 1 whole hour of shopping, I returned to collect the boys to be informed that Casper had “I am not sure of the English, how would you say, Sh*t his pants”. I thought her English was fine, luckily I was prepared and Casper was in a nappy. The upheaval of moving, totally negated the progress that we had made with potty training, we are now bribing every wee with a piece of chocolate and pooh with 2 pieces, firmly enforcing the concept of number ones and number two’s.

The weather will be better tomorrow as we now have loungers!

We are currently planning our route to Slovenia, which is no easy task, we are also hoping to get a campsite in Croatia (I am crossing my fingers!) I really want to have some sun and beach as part of my holiday, even if I have to forgo sand. I am ill equipped for cold temperatures and rain, I do not have any filled in footwear, even my trainers are made for warm weather and ventilate (or leak depending on the climate).

Interlaken to Innsbruck - hot brakes and wet roads

This morning was a great day to be leaving a place as the heavens had opened and it was cold and wet, Paul said lets blow this joint, (actually we had a site in Austria pre-booked through the caravan club, but that is a far less punchy statement).

We waved good-bye and set our sat nav for Innsbruck, she has been relegated to co-navigator and together we are quite a good team, I listen to her opinion and if I strongly disagree I mute her.

So we were all in agreement the way ahead was clearly the A8, a big road on the map going in the right direction, even the sign posts agreed. The A8 is a beautiful road (not unlike Chapmans peak), if one were a mountain goat it would without doubt be a favourite road, clinging to the hillside climbing steeply and almost plunging straight downwards, two goats could happily cross paths comment on the weather and then romp to their respective green pastures. However, we did not meet too many mountain goats and the airstream on the edge of the cliff, coaches and lorries on the inside was really scary. Just to ease the tension I closed my eyes, breathed in and sucked in my elbows. After our second close encounter, Paul pulled off to the side of the road in need of a wee, as he opened the car door the odour of brakes hit us, apparently the trailer brakes were smoking. Scary stuff!

The roads got better and the tunnels were fantastic, our trip topside of the mountain earlier gave us a whole new appreciation for these marvels of engineering.

Austria was another country with space for us
We were looking forward to parking up on our pre-booked super pitch at Netterer See, they knew we were coming and had assigned us a spot so this should be easy.
Our initial plan had been park up upon arrival then check out the pitch prior to getting the beast stuck somewhere, however as with the best of plans we lost cool under fire and took the pitch given to us, then drove to it and subsequently found that whilst its dimensions were fine, good even, a tree was growing about 5m into the middle of the pitch and making quite a large part of the pitch unusable. The site was packed but the guys in the office worked really hard to find us an alternative pitch, and whilst at first glance the entrance was impossible some good driving by Paul, helpful neighbours and good direction from a man on a bike got us in.

This site has recently been updated, and has the most fantastic reception block, it is beautiful. I love modern architecture and this building is superb, not at all carry on camping as so many are. It will be difficult for me to explain how what is essentially a large square building, clad in timber and artificial turf can be magical and clever and lovely but I will try. The ground floor is a reception, shop and bar, very nice but the 1st floor is amazing. A sloping floor takes you to the 1st floor, where you arrive to a huge open patio area with funky furniture, a fire pit and a superb mountain view, which is simply framed. To one side are showers and facilities and to the other side is a TV room with a huge flatscreen projector, high ceiling and nice flooring, just very cool.

I have now used the shower in the new building, it was amazing, bearing in mind the external temperature has been 11 degrees, and it has drizzled all day. Imagine arriving at the block cold and wet, opening a shower cubicle door to a huge shower, with a large private changing area, and a turf door, I thought this was pretty great until I took my shoes off and found the floor was heated.

The thing is though that a lot of aspects of camping are not cool, proven by the live old time Austrian folk songs that night, followed by some bad Elvis. The entertainment was free, courtesy of our close proximity to the bar. It was not too bad, as they started early and seem to be finished early.

Casper and Sebastian have already found the park, and fortunately our pitch is just above the park, so I can see and hear them without having to actually be with them. The caravan site is on quite a steep slope, so Casper has already been told he must not ride down the hills, even though he fixes his big green eyes on me and says in his most serious voice “but I will be careful and I will use my brakes mummy, and I will be sensible”.

We have begun an accident book, all just minor things but Sebastian was looking pretty bashed up as a combination of numerous small incidents. He currently has a black eye from walking into a post at Mystery Park, his side is quite yellow from tripping up the airstream step, he bloodied his nose in a football crash with Casper and his ability to fall over thin air has left his knees very scuffed. I got a swollen eyelid from one of the window blinds on the airstream, I was a bit distracted and the tag slipped from my fingers and whacked me, it made me weep it really hurt, but it was worthwhile because it happened in full view of Casper who is now very wary of the blinds.

Airstream Stuff I Love
It is always the small things that can just delight, I am so pleased with the outdoor shower, I fill a plastic trug with bubble bath and the boys happily sit in a warm bath outside, and I can wash their hair with the shower attachment, it is fab.

I like our awning, I am not too keen on the solid room, but with just the sides up and sometimes, one tropic side and one solid you can make it quite private.

I really like that we brought our Nespresso coffee machine and the aerochino (milk frother), having good cappuccino, is the difference between roughing it and holidaying.

The wet central heating system is utterly fantastic, we are cosy and can even measure our level of cosiness on the display which reveals internal and external temperature, currently 11 external and 22.5 internal, lovely.

The seating is really comfy, Paul proved that just about 30 minutes ago when he nodded off, whilst I sat typing.

The satellite is great, when it works but trees and mountains mean we sometimes use the DVD. Last night we watched one of my all time favourite films Rambo First Blood, I just think it is a brilliant film, which has stood the test of time. Paul was ready to mock I am sure and I felt uncomfortable about subjecting a favourite film to ridicule, but Rambo stood his ground, and proved himself to be truly worthy of his Congressional Medal of honour. We have a box set and I do not think I have watched any of the sequels before, I’m unsure I want to tarnish what is a great movie, by watching the others.

Airstream stuff I like less
The trauma of our size, she is beautiful, and I would not want a smaller one, but every time we try to park up it is hard. Although this feeling soon passes once we are set up, I just wish pitches and access roads were bigger.

The Sun shines and Switzerland becomes a much better place

Okay Switzerland did get better, we took the funicular railway to the top of a small mountain and the views of Interlaken were fantastic, the boys enjoyed spotting the Mystery Park. A bizarre concept, like a poor mans Epcot, where we had spent the previous day playing and riding camels that had travelled all the way from Mongolia.

Interlaken has a lovely vibe, and free wifi at McDonalds, the food is not so great for a vegetarian, and the boys have ended up with quit a lot of the Ice Age giveaways, but free wi-fi, clean toilets and okay coffee, are real attractions.

The day after taking the funicular we spent around camp, and Paul took the boys for a round of mini golf (almost all the 37 holes were played), the game miraculously ended in a draw! In the afternoon, we took the plunge and did some lake swimming, I really enjoyed it, however the Armstrong boys were a tad more sensitive to the cold, Paul was very quick to volunteer to look after Casper when he climbed out.

I can barely remember how many days we totalled in Switzerland but the lake provided lots of fun, we took out a pedalo, which Sebastian could just about pedal, and Casper decided to eat more breakfast the next day, so we could return and he would have grown enough to reach the pedals (funny how they do take in the sales pitch I deliver every morning, whilst seemingly ignoring me).

The fishing was plentiful, once we gave up the mission of finding a rod and opted for a couple of nets. Sebastian spent hours collecting tiddlers in a large jar, and then releasing them. Casper occasionally spilling them onto the floor resulting in a few minutes of frantic collection and release.

I can see why people love the site we were on its proximity to Interlaken and the vast array of sporty stuff to do, my friend Siobhan and her family would have a great time, marathon in the morning, mountain bike in the afternoon, a bit of sailing then a spot of fishing, followed by a late night paraglide. Actually I underestimate that families stamina I am sure they would also fit in a lake swim, and mini golf.

Switzerland is hard to get excited about!

For me a holiday is about a general relaxing of rules, a no worries, if not today sometime this week maybe. So perhaps a place that is most famous for its efficiency and timepieces unsurprisingly has little appeal to me.

A holiday wardrobe consists of various swim suits, a couple of long sleeved tops for the evenings, and a waterproof in case of showers, definitely not boots and duvet style jackets as are currently being worn by our neighbours children.

We arrived at Camping Manor Farm after what was a long but beautiful drive, the lakes and mountains are breathtaking. But we were so disappointed with the way the pitches were arranged on our site at Interlaken. Stress levels escalated as we tried to navigate onto various pitches under the watchful eyes of other campers. Eventually we were so hungry and exhausted, that I went to the on site restaurant hoping for take away pizza. I obviously succeeded in offending the owner hugely. Why would I not want real Swiss food anyway, and as he highlighted I could have a lovely view of the lake (its loveliness surely only enhanced, by the last of the suns rays glinting off the plastic and canvas of the packed in tents and caravans obstructing all but a tiny piece of lake) by sitting and dining on his veranda. I relented and we had pizza with a ‘view’, the Swiss specialities having no appeal to my vegetarian palate, and I must confess it was the first time I have had a cauliflower, carrot and broccoli pizza (Sebastian was highly amused by this, and ate some cauliflower as part of his drive to eat vegetables in return for soccer cards).

We knew we had to re-site the airstream as were crossing imaginary boundaries defended like lines of battle. We felt sure we could improve upon the view of the toilets and bin area. So the next morning we went scouting for available large pitches and actually found a lovely one. We overlook the lake and the view is superb, the large notice-board of rules sited in the centre of this fabulous vista, simply adds a touch of Swiss.

We also have great views of the paragliders who leap from a nearby Mountain. I have had moments when I understood their motivation, Paul asked if we should do a tandem jump, I said I was worried we would make the boys orphans, he gave me the look which coveys the words dumb blonde so eloquently!

Quite a lot of Irish people are here, I think it is because of their pale skin they don’t need to apply so much sun block in Switzerland, also I think one bunch is a school/college trip and you don’t get to choose where you go for those.

We had a nice day today, we used our free bus tickets into Interlaken, which is really pretty and reminds me of Heidi. We were looking for a fishing rod for Sebastian who is keen to catch a fish and have “fresh fish straight on the Braai”, South Africa really got to him. Anyhow we could not find a shop with a rod and he was so disappointed, as was I really, because fishing would definitely be a with Daddy activity. However Interlaken was lovely (clearly SAGA agree judging by the coach loads of grey haired tourists) and we relaxed whilst the boys wrestled for a while without injury on the large grassy square.

The grassy square was the destination for a large number of the paragliders, and was framed by Mountains with a very snowy one taking centre stage. They have an amazing looking ski station at the top, which looks very James Bond, but the cost for us to get there is about £250 and a 5 hour round trip, with no unbiased view of how good it is that seems like a pot of money.

Here reminds me of Canada, where we visited the mountains of Banff in BC, however it lacks the friendly Canadians, and the great value offered by the pound to Canadian Dollar, and the funnily enthusiastic Japanese tourists, who took photos of everything.

I will find something nice to say about Switzerland soon, because I am bored of my whinging, I thought for a moment we could thank them for Abba but no that was Sweden. I think maybe they make Nespresso, if so I can congratulate them on great coffee, and the road tunnels were pretty impressive. The airstream just catches the lights inside and looks very glamorous.

The Cigar, Moon Vehicle, Space Ship, Perfect

Our Airstream gets a lot of attention wherever we are, lots of people just stop and stare, a few say hi and have a chat, even have a peek inside. We sometimes feel like animals in the zoo as many stop to take a pic, so Sebastian is planning to make a sign ‘€1 for a photo’, maybe Alan Sugar will snap him up for the Apprentice. The nice French architect who pursued us with his camcorder as we left the camp-site was probably a once off, but who knows?

Whenever we pitch at a camp, we are always the centre of attention, which after a long days drive adds to the stress levels. Especially on a packed campsite in Interlaken where we tried twice to get onto a tiny pitch by the lake that just wasn’t to be – the owner tried to sell us a caravan mover! But really the pitches were tiny and the access road wouldn’t even fit the land rover down without hitting the kerbs. Every pitch was crammed to the edges with tents, windsurfers and cars. After 1 night on a pitch that was just too small, we found a lovely spot right by the Lake for the rest of the week.

The Swiss seem to excel at rules and we had broken several on the first night; trying to get onto a pitch before reporting back to reception, overhanging the imaginary line between two pitches and making noise after 11pm – ‘absolute silence required’. They are also good at relieving you of money; hiring special connectors for electricity hook ups, and handles for the ‘taps’. The site manager rides around on a bike all day, puffing upon his pipe, looking for rule breakers and whist always pleasant, is never warm, he is more like a policeman than a customer services type.

And the title? Well, they are all names our Tin Pangolin has been called on our trip so far.

Upgrades I would like
OK, now I am going to be greedy, our Airstream came pretty fully loaded from the start, but after a month on the road, there are a few things that I would already like to add;
1. The South African safari trailer tents we saw had amazing storage solutions for every knife, plate, cup, bowl and spatula, integrated into the drawers and cupboards. I am going to look to buy or make something that will serve the same purpose.
2. An outdoor speaker would be nice and rather than turning the volume up to hear the radio or even the TV, which you can watch through the door whilst sipping beer outside.
3. An extra plug socket in the kitchen, seems odd that there is only one as we also have a coffee machine and toaster to attach, neither is necessary but both make life so much easier.

What Peak really means

This is the first time Paul and I have holidayed during peak season and so I think we were blissfully ignorant of how crazy things get when the children break up from school and everyone heads South, it must be a spectacle that viewed from the air would rival the mass migrations across Africa.

Due to a combination of our size and the French school holidays just starting, we could not get a site in the South of France, but took a site midway near to Vienne, just South of Lyon. We have been delighted with this lovely woodland site and were still optimistic that we could continue with our general head South, across through Italy into Croatia. Sites on the continent seem to have quite small pitches along with some very tight approaches. Paul managed to squeeze The Tin Pangolin into our pitch in front of a crowd of onlookers - 'perfect' commented the warden.

Our trip now has to take a different turn as apparently Italy is even worse than the South of France for being full and not allowing long trailers, so despite several days of trying, unfortunately there is no availability for a big rig like ours during peak season.

After much head scratching and peering at the map book we have a new plan, we are still heading East but on a different route. We have even managed to book sites for the next 17 days. We will travel to Switzerland then Austria and onto Slovenia. I am desperate for a beach with sand and salt in my hair, and a bit disappointed that Italy could not find room for us, but an adventure is supposed to be full of the unexpected and our route is certainly providing that.

We did have some good news recently, I have a school place for Sebastian for September at Moulton, yippee!

Disneyland and Paris

After our traumas on the periphery of Paris the rides of Euro Disney were really quite tame. They saved the Warning signs, not suitable for those with heart conditions, or pregnant women, for the menus (even my expensive cappuccino was bad!).
The boys had a great time, poor Casper was just 1 cm short for the star wars type ride, which meant Sebastian got to go on it twice (and so gloated for quite a while). We met a few of the characters, Casper was thrilled when he saw Woody from Toy Story.

A Day in Paris
We are taking our travels at quite a leisurely pace so Euro Disney was followed by a day of rest, and then a day in Paris. We took the train into Paris from the outskirts which was probably as exciting to Casper as the rides at Disney, he sat very quietly, just commenting on the speed.

The Eiffel Tower as seen from Trocadero was fantastic, it was a glorious day and the 3 Eiffel Tower keychains for 1 Euro is the kind of bargain that helps make a good day that little bit better. Masses of people were stood in line to go up the tower, so we decided to give the climb up a miss, especially as the boys enthusiasm for climbing stairs has quite a limited shelf life.

From the tower we walked through a lovely park and the boys had a great time in pedal power go karts. Then we decided to go to see the gardens of the Musee Rodin, which had been recommended in our travelling with kids guide book. The Thinker, The Gates of Hell, and The Burghers of Calais, are all on display in the restful gardens. The good thing about exposing the boys to classical artworks that stand about 10 feet high and are made of stone is that I do not feel they can do much harm.

I can tell I am missing Jozi, because at Disneyland I felt I would rather be at Gold Reef City, and looking at the impressive art works of Rodin both Paul and I were thinking of the Zim guys working at the market at the junction of Main.

The day in Paris was exhausting even though we left at about 5pm, Casper had hit the wall and he just sat on the pavement then lay down and could go no further, the sighting of an ice -cream van, got a few more yards from him.


Lunch Time
France has been the cure to the boys waking up between 5.30 and 6am, however whilst I wholeheartedly embrace lie ins until 8am, it means we struggle to leave the site before 11.30 unless a significant effort is made. This means that we arrive at Le Supermarche just as they close shutters for 2 ½ hours.

Un petit problem dans Le Periphique/A86

The sat nav lady is officially on her final warning, having taken us on a rather extreme and terrifying journey through Paris. I had been given the role of chief navigator for our journey from Dieppe to Paris, and instead of having faith in my own abilities I delegated to Sat Nav Lady (she sounds so confident, I feel she has taken the route many times before).
I had my doubts as I compared her instructions to the map, and those doubts escalated when we paid a 15 Euro toll for what seemed like a short stretch of highway, (alarm bells rang as I had a vague memory of a congestion charge). It was 5pm and the congestion charge was clearly no deterrent to the caffeine charges adrenaline junkies we encountered on our slow and frankly terrifying journey.
We do not travel unnoticed especially during rush hour and fellow motorists were driving slowly alongside, and eyeing her up, I am sure I heard wolf whistles. Confirmation of her traffic stopping good lucks came by way of a three bike pile up, fortunately no one was hurt. The motor bikers weave through the traffic, at such speed and grace that it is as though they are not mere mortals with bones that can be broken, that is until a car does an unexpected manuever, and the motor bikes have to stop.This particular biker did not notice the need to apply his brakes as he was gazing at the airstream so he hit the bike in front (causing it to hit the bike in front) and then fell to the side into my car door. As he got up and I wound down the window, he simply said" I was looking at your airstream"

(I wish could work spell check on this!)
I must go now as we have preparations to make for Disney tomorrow.

The Grand Depart

Finally on our way, well sort of we have been bit of a static caravan for a while (Birmingham traffic on a friday afternoon). We now have a plan for reaching europe, two nights in warwick followed by three nights in Brighton hoping for sun, then we board the ferry for dieppe we will have 5 nights in paris.
Since collecting our lovely airstream we have been living in her firstly in the lakes for a weekend where despite our nerves and caution we got stuck trying to site her and gathered a small crowd and needed a tractor. I think we are getting better. After our trial weekend we moved to beautiful Cheshire and were able to find a small farmers field type of site which has been glorious, but not so great for pauls hayfever though. Trying to find a place to live, school for Sebastian and plan our trip has been pretty tough, especially when having to refer to handbook quite often to work our new technologies.
Then into the mix came news that our recent move from africa to UK was not enough for Barclays and they wanted Paul based in London. After huge consideration Paul will be taking redundancy as we do not want to uproot again so soon after a major move.
So it looks like 6 weeks together is just a taster. We have spent the day in Stratford upon Avon, it was lovely Sebastian got a bit concerned when I crashed the row boat and went through the wrong tunnel, and Casper was so quiet on the boat ride because he was afraid of the crocodiles Seb told him were in the river. Note to self; threat of dangerous animals can keep Casper quiet for a few minutes.

Arriving Home

I have been home, yes the UK does still feel like home, for just a week. Most frequently asked question since I got back; do you miss the African weather? what is it about the british fascination with the weather, of course I miss the glorious sunshine and long hot summers but the long british summer nights are also truly amazing, especially when the sun shines. Most shocking price paid for anything since I got back... £247 for a day return train ticket to London, I did get the pleasure of spending an extra 2 hours on the return train though, all standing up, as most of the trains were cancelled due to a power failure. Thats a months salary for many south africans. Shocking!

Our Airstream adventure finally felt like it had started at the weekend when I joined 5 other amateur 'tin shed drivers' and under the expert tuition of Malc, learned how to tow a caravan. Forward, backward and round the bends, backwards! Turned out to be not as bad as I thought, but I had forgotten about the sideways rain you get in the UK, but if we can do it there, we can do it anywhere I suppose. Good luck to Jim, Steve, Carol, Julie and young Thomas on your future tin shed adventures.

Sorry about the poor quality pic but I only had an old camera phone, or should that be a phone camera? Our real camera is on the final leg of its journey from South Africa having made it through customs and should be arriving with all of our other airfreight tomorrow. Our airfreight includes most of the equipment we are taking in the Airstream so its starting to feel like we are nearly there. We are! We are off to Tebay to collect it this weekend, and will spend a few days up in the Lake District to test everything out. Two sleeps as they say in South Africa.

The Alternate View by Carla

When images of airstreams became the wall paper for our family mac, I knew Paul's level of obsession was something I needed to take seriously. I wondered if this was to be the start of a mid life crisis, and felt that an airstream for family trips sure beats a motor bike.

The end of our two year stay in South Africa was approaching and we both felt sad to be leaving this beautiful country. I was and indeed still am concerned that the UK will feel dull and depressing compared with the dynamism and sense of opportunity in Africa. So rather than simply resume that hum drum existence we shall have a European Adventure.

Purchasing the airstream became easy as an ex demonstrator model became available during our Christmas visit to the UK. Since then we have resumed our lives in South Africa, with a huge sadness that we will be leaving, but at the same time a level of excitement about our big trip.

The quick and positive response to Paul's request for a career break, was quite a surprise and I did need a sit down when Paul phoned to let me know it had been agreed. A wave of panic hit, (a bit like a positive pregnancy test) relief your plan is coming to fruition but also a whooa this is really happening now.

Planning is really not my strong point and I look at the maps and such and feel a bit overwhelmed. However for Paul research, planning and being organized are his strengths and I get the feeling he quite enjoys it.

My current main concerns are:

• How horribly expensive it will be just to get a coffee and ice creams for the boys in Europe.
• 10 weeks of togetherness, I will be the only girl with 3 strong willed and occasionally stubborn Armstrong males.
• My linguistic skills are zero, even in English my native tongue, I am not always understood.
• Driving on the other side of the road, why do they do that?
• What if the camp sites are horrible? We have been so spoilt with camping in Canada and South Africa, where they camp to appreciate and be part of nature. I am concerned European Camping may be similar to parking in a large car park, beside a swimming pool.

Falling into place by Paul

After 2 years enjoying the sun in Johannesburg, South Africa we were wondering about what to do when we return to the UK and didn't just want to return straight back to the daily grind, when things just seem to fall into place.

On a business trip to Moscow last Summer, I found myself stuck in London for a few days waiting for a Visa. This weekend provided me with the opportunity to see my first Airstream in the flesh, after coveting pictures of them on the internet for many many years, the new European model did not disappoint. I set my heart on owning one.

Christmas found me back in the Uk with the family, and serendipitously the showroom had some demonstrators on sale. I am always looking for a bargain, and had loved Airstreams for so long  I persuaded Carla to indulge my passion, and we took a trip upto Tebay, fighting off the snow and hail, to see them again.

Thankfully Carla also loved them and several weeks later we were the proud owners of a fully loaded Airstream 684, with a big dent in our pockets and planning how to use it. Unfortunately we were now back in South Africa and the Airstream is still being cared for by Airstream in Tebay until our return in June.

In April, Barclays agreed to give me a break from work, I suspect they are pleased to save my salary for a few months, so we are now planning to tour Europe over the summer. We have  the maps out and are plotting our route. It will probably be too ambitious for first time Airstreamers but we have a sense of adventure and want to show the kids some of the best bits of Europe.

Technology permitting, we will keep you updated with our progress.....