THE END

Well it had to happen. It took two days to fully pack up the house in Gap and find all our things we had thrown around over the last 6 months. We managed to get all our belongings shoe horned into the van in time to get to Davie and Sandrine's house for dinner (our friends up the road). We had a great night with me drinking a little too much wine which affect some of my french vocab!

We left gap blurry eyed at 5am on Saturday and drove up to Calais, no issues, just 9hrs of driving.

Off the ferry and we both felt it very strange indeed to be driving back on our native side, and everyone drove so slow. having got used to the the "do or die" approach to the french driving, sitting on the motorway at 60mph (the speed limit of the van) was best described as painful!

Our first stop was with Lara's parents were we sorted out the MOT for the Golf, no real issues, then on up to my parents in Norwich. We met up with Dom, Jedi and Marion for dinner and was great to see them all again.

After collecting all the wedding presents and amazingly managing to shoe horn them into the cars we made our way up to York to see Mr Raven. We decided it was time to go and try out his birthday present

It was Chris's first go in it, and he picked it up really fast. A few moments of anger and shouting, but by the end of the day he was flying!Lara got in it as well. I was amazed at this as she is scared witless of my kites (she broke a rib a few years ago trying them), but she as well was fine and was flying around in little time.

I however was less subtle and didn't really watch where i went

Loved it, was very much good fun. Must resist more shiny toys.....So after a glorious day, getting filthy (a state I like!), having fish and chips, great fun and seeing old friends it was time to complete the journey home and get back on the road to get back to Aberdeen.

Arrived here no issues, unloaded the van and car. Not sure where it is all going to go, but it came from here, so it must fit!

It feels odd being home, Aberdeen has not changed since we left so it is fast starting to feel like we never left. Just been away for a long weekend somewhere.

So that is it, our honeymoon. We both agree it is the best thing we have done ever, we want to try and save up and in a couple of years do something similar again.

I hope you have enjoyed reading this, I strangely have enjoyed writing it. I might start a normal blog for photos and updates for our normal life, but that won't be for a while.

Well I will sign off here as I need to go get a job!

Dave xxx

Huff and Puff up the Galibier

With only a few days left out here, I was desperate to try and get a few more road rides in, up some of the Tour De France famous climbs.

The Col de Galibier stands at 2645m and is one of the highest passes in Europe. We parked the van at Briancon and set off up it, The first part was only 5% so kind of acted as a warm up.

13km later and we were at the Col de Lauteret. From here it got a lot steeper

Lara climbing through a switchback, The great Mieje can be seen in the near background. The weather was getting hotter as it was now around 2pm. A rare self portrait of me sweating my perverbials off. Lara categorically said no to stopping to take any pictures of me. She is so stubborn; she will not stop so to be able to say she got to the top without stopping. So in protest I started to sing.She tried to speed up to get out of ear shot, but my pistons work better than hers, so she just shouted at me instead. I shut up. Picture above is Lara trying to power away from my singing looking back down the valley to Briancon (where we came from).After about 1hr and 50 minutes we finally got to the top, above is Lara 'Armstrong' nearing the last corner.

Finally there, amongst many other fellow cyclist all red faced and many sitting down with their heads in their hands. Lara went to join the other sitters and I went about taking some photos. Beautiful views and still warm.

Time to descent, so we have over 25km of descent to do and it was going to be fast as the climb was steep.

Lara readies herself for battle, with a few extra layers of spandex. We were off, it was brilliant. All the road paintings from years of the Tours De France gone by, all the famous names. It was brilliant, like riding on a huge road of history (that is if you are into cycling, if not, then it is just vandalism!)I played my favourite game whilst going down roads like this, "over take cars" the only time on a bike that you are pretty much faster than all other vehicles (to be honest the odd motor bike did get me).

We got back to the van a lot quicker than we thought. Threw our bikes in the back and went in search of a well deserved hero beer.

Visiting the Polish and getting beaten up by children

After a serious shower and running around Valencia trying to get our van back after it got towed.... grrrrr (I didn't really have a better use for that 300 euros anyway), we drove up the coast back into France to see Lara's Polish relatives Antek, Joanna, Jas and Tosia.

They gave us the address of the camp site they were staying at. Upon arrival the campsite had a security gate, odd. The security guard came out and asked what we wanted; "to stay in the camp site". Obvious answer I would have thought.

He then replied with a response that had us both a little lost for words and options " you want to stay in the naturist campsite or normal". We wondered if there was something Joanna had not told us. We decided that we were both a little tired to go and be surrounded by fat German naked men carrying doughnuts hands free, so opted for the normal campsite and hoped that they were there as well.

Thankfully they were. We spent the next three days with them and their two young children
Now, Jas may look like a sweet young boy... however, he's not to be messed with in the pool!

Thank god I chose the shallow end as I would have drowned for sure!With the above manoeuvre I have now grown 3 inches. I should be a little grateful.

The evenings were spent having BBQs and talking with them and their friends they were holidaying with. An extremely pleasant way to pass three days.

To the Polish, thank you for letting us gatecrash your holiday and look forward to seeing you soon in Poland.

TOMATO FIGHT!!!!

Off we went to Spain to meet up with Tallie and Chester and to have a go at the famous Tomatina.

It took us two days to drive down there, we also knew that this was the last call for any more 'Chronicles of the wedding dress' and we still had some climbing to do in it. En route we found a suitable location and off the wife went up a rock. We worked out that actually climbing a route was not an option as the dress was just too bulky and big. So a bit of bouldering instead.With that done, we continued onto Valencia where we met up with the other two tomato throwers. After a few too many drinks that night, on Wednesday morning we got a train out of town for 40km to Bunol where the fight was to be. The town was full of fellow idiots who thought that throwing overripe tomatoes at each other was a great idea. There were literally thousands of idiots.

We made our way down into the town centre where all hell let loose. The streets are narrow and deep with lots of people hanging from their balconies cheering. The first instant I took my camera out of its dry bag, an elderly lady above threw a bucket of water over me and my camera. So I have no real fight pictures as my camera was soaked.Lara, I think got off quite lightly with the tomatoes. I think the dress is made from Teflon as most bounced or slid off. Once the fight was finished the stench of tomatoes was a little on the overwhelming side. My continual lust and need of pizza has now strangely disappeared, tomatoes will not be on the menu in our household for quite a while. Once the fight has finished, everyone was still throwing water over you or spraying you with hoses.

The town then turns into a huge street party. Brilliant!

Chester and Tallie still wearing their protective gear, this was a bi-functional piece of equipment as they then went on to demonstrate.Lara was now becoming a celebrity. She must have had 500 odd people ask for their picture to be taken with her, the Spanish all sang a marriage song to us, at one point there must have been a hundred people surrounding us singing.

We had a great time in bars and on the street until it was getting late and to be honest we were all having a little difficulty walking. Lara stank of tomatoes, beer and sangria (it apparently is a tradition in Spain to pour drink over the brides head for good luck). It was time to loose the dress. It had completed it's mission, and it smelt horrible.

Kind of sad to see the dress she look so incredibly beautiful in on our wedding day end up on the street floor, but we had one hell of a good time getting it to its final resting place. You never know there might be a beautifully dressed tramp in Bunol soon!

Back in Gap

So back to normality. Well kind of. A strong feeling of the honeymoon is fast coming to an end. I am starting to trawl the web for jobs, my CV is being sent far and wide. With a little bit of luck some one will take pity on me and offer me a job!

Lara and I are in a small panic as we are off to Spain tonight to go to Valencia for the 'Tomatina'. It is the conclusion of the Chronicles of the wedding dress. For anyone who does not know what it is, it is the huge tomato fight they have over there. This will right off the dress, it's final curtain call. So before we do this we have to complete the two other sections of the chronicle - Mtb'ing and climbing.

We went out last night to the DH track behind our house to take the pictures, we scoped out the good places for pictures and thought it would be a picture fest having many attempts to get it right.

Neither of us were quite prepared for how difficult it is to ride a DH bike in a massive meringue (not that i was the one wearing the dress). The dam thing managed to wrap and jam itself in every part possible, the wheels, the disc brakes, around the cranks. It was a nightmare and Lara deemed it impossible.

I was not giving up that easily, every time she set of the bike woudl come to a holt in 2ms due to the dress jamming in the bike. I spent 5 minutes trying to tidy the dress so not to snag. We had one go at it to take the picture as this was trashing the dress.

Thankfully it came out. So tonight we are off to Spain. We have to find a spot to take the climbing pictures in the dress before Wednesday as after that the dress will be in a wheelie bin.

We will be back in a week, till then - pass the word around there is a brilliant planner looking for work! ;)

Quick head for Europe and Sanity.

So very early start in the morning saw us at Leh airport to catch our flight to Delhi

I decided it was best to sleep on the floor and just be woken up by some one demanding to see my ticket when the time was running out to board.

We arrived in Delhi, this time a little more prepared and rested than last time. Lara had booked us into a hotel and had got a car from the hotel to meet us and take us there, so as we walked out of departures there was a man there with a board with our names on it. he took our bags and loaded up the car. Lara had prewarned them that we have three bikes with us. Not sure they took this into account. Three of them spent 20 minutes playing tetris with the bike sin the car. We just sat back and smiled.

Once at the hotel we had just under two days till our flights home, we had no intention in leaving the grounds. we just relaxed, watched movies, surfed the internet and slept. Bliss, and all in air conditioning.

The days passed quickly and it was soon time to get our flight back to Munich. All went with no hassles, the only problem we had was the Van, remember I said it was the world's biggest car park, well I was not joking. It took us an hour and a half to find the van!

After a speeding ticket free drive home, we walked through the front door in our home in Gap, dropped our bags, walked up stairs and slumped into our soft, familiar beds and fell asleep instantly, think we all thought the same thing " what a trip".

We could not help it, needed to get on the bikes.

After 3 days just bumming around Leh, Scott and I got bored, and decided it was time to try and get one last day biking. We wanted to ride up the Khardung La Pass which is the highest cycleable pass in the world, but you need another permit to go up it and it was Indian Independence day the day before so the permit office was closed. So with a sigh under our breaths we decided we would hire a jeep to drive us up to another local pass called Wuri La. So we were so happy to be driven to the top and not have to huff and puff our way up there.

It was freezing at the top, but we were happy as we had no panniers and just a long way down.
There were 4 French guys who joined us, they were not real bikers and Scott and I decided there was no way they were going to beat us.
Ready for the off, we decided that the road was the the slow option down and decided to cut in between the road. As true mountain bikers we ripped it up.

It was great, went from sand to rocks to dessert. We had a great time on the sand , skidding and sliding. It was great fun after having to pedal up everything for the last 2 weeks, and was great just to fly down with no agenda to have to get food or find some where to sleep.

We got back and had our final meal with everyone packed up and got ready for our taxi in the morning. We were all ready to leave and secretly happy to be leaving.