
The Elefant - souvenir shopping, finding other Brits, enthusing about how
friendly
everyone else, it got to -11 °C last night and eating bratwurst - my favourite. At last, I'm enjoying myself. Pascal has found some Spaniards and
is trying to get details about the Penguin rally, the Spanish equivalent of the Elefantentreffen.
Pascal has bought some French cheese and sausage all the way to Germany with him - what does he think this, the middle of nowhere? I've been looking for the mob from the UK I was hoping to meet up with - they're flying a Welsh flag somewhere.
Lots of people are leaving. It seems they come a few days earlier and leave at the weekend. Pascal spends even more time on his bike and new plugs seem to have fixed the majority of his problems. My GPS was playing up - the pins supplying power thru' the Touratech mount somehow bent and I was left on battery power. The "Rolling Anarchy" Hell's Angels from Minsk were fun: their old military bikes were complete with machine guns!
I find some Brits flying a St. George flag (this creates a lot of comment - it seem very few people know what it is) and they point me to the Welsh lot. But I can't find 'em. It seems some Scotsmen in kilts nicked their flag. Boo. And that's a very dodgy looking tartan, guys.
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William Parker ZELTUS |
Amended:- 15 February 2005 Review:- (whenever) |
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