We set off for Bude to walk the next section of the SWCP. A combination of damaged gimbals, knees and minds yet the show carried on and we made it to Land's End. 8 days and 135 miles (not including erroneous turns). Amazing and spectacular scenery all the way apart from half a day of rubbish walking around Hayle. Don't ever go there. Ever.
Francisco and I nipped across to Belgique for a couple of days to join Kidd Gibb in his Radical racing racing car. We we lucky enough to ride as a passenger around the Formula 1 circuit at Spa-Francorchamps achieving speeds of 140mph.
Not many days of holiday this have been had so far. A old friend from University, Dianette, invited Frankie and me to the south of France to spend a few days enjoying the sun. The following pictures are an entirely accurate account of what happened.
It was early November in 2003 when Paulo and I set off for an intrepid adventure. We travelled as far as the other side of the world, and then thought it might be nice to try and find home. We found Thailand instead. It was nice. We would have stayed had it not be for the lack of places to buy fresh solder. In the words of a former colleague, a "Deeeeeeeeezarster". Notwithstanding certain retail shortcomings the journey was the lick.