Day 6 & 7 the long way home.

England, France, Italy, Slovenia, Austria, Germany and now back in France at Strasbourg.

 ... But the day began with a little more of Slovenia to explore.  Waking and making my out into the city I noticed theres a Dragon theme going on. Car registration plates, buildings, bridges and flags all rocking the dragon.

It stems from the legend of Jason

and the Argonauts, who, after stealing the golden fleece, camp at Ljubljanica river and kill a terrible Dragon. Jason is then credited with being the first citizen of Ljubljana. Obvious really, can't  believe I didnt think of that.

Next up is Lake Bled, it's iconic and no visit to Slovenia  is complete without a visit.  A plus point is that Slovenia is so small that nipping about the country is easy and Lake Bled, in the north, was only a 45min drive away.

Pretty as picture, we parked, took photos and got told to move on by the police.

Then into the surf bus for hundreds and hundreds of kilometres.

Along the journey....

Austria - Picturesque.

Germany.

The black forest is notable for two reasons on this trip;

A. I referred to it as the 'Black Florist!' Jason didn't stop taking the piss out of me for the rest of the trip. Suggesting the Black Florist was probably a previous a boyfriend, swarthy of arm and packing a large trunk.

B. I had to drive the surf bus down a hair pin mountain pass and did so with all the grace of a drunk teenage leaner driver on their first lesson. Between the petrol fumes from the bikes and my driving we were both pretty green of face.

 Whilst driving I pondered that whilst Germany has the fastest motorways in the world, it's a shame they're clogged and just a giant carpark.

Still, there's a few churches to look at whilst you crawl along.

Due to the traffic jams we detoured to Strasbourg which, compared to the serene vibe of Ljubljana, is a complete dive. It's dirty, expensive, there were scumbags hanging around with menacing intent and armed guards patrolling in convoys. Certainly not the most relaxing of cities.

  There is an old part of town, called Petit France, which has remained untouched for centuries. It actually used to be where the French kept the returning soldiers who were infected with syphilis. (From shagging  the italian hookers) My
advice is that if you get the opportunity to go to Strasbourg, don't bother. Theres probably a chore you could do at home.

Incidentally, we'd been listening to Queen in the surf bus for a portion of the day. In the evening, whilst sitting in bar, a number of French girls were playing Queen on thier phone and we got talking. At least one of them was definitely game, but given the proximity of Petit France, I thought better of it. (*Cough* read; didn't stand a chance)

The following day, both suffering an Imam Tiger, we only had a 6hr 600km drive to Le touquet.

Le Touquet is like an Essex seaside town, but in France. There were actually Essex girls here being hit on by the French lads. It's popular with rich Parisians and is complete with inflated property prices,  kids on the breach, drunk holiday makers, ice cream and crepes. Chintzy, but still charming.