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When we arrive in Waterton visit us first visiting the center
(This is a kind of local tourist information office, where all your questions
about the area can go) and we are told that going to
The Sun Road (this road is scheduled for tomorrow) due to snow
largely been completed and we therefore tomorrow altMieptieve route
have to define. Upon arrival in Waterton we look for a shop
where Bert and Els are climbing pass. With hiking boots to go
we went to Red Rock Canyon is a gorge making it a quiet stream that
on both sides by bright red rock formations surrounded, a
fantastic sight! We decide to follow a path of about 1 km to
ends at the Blackstone Falls (a huge waterfall), during the hike
the snow suddenly a deer crossed our path and runs into the woods, followed by a
another unprecedented silence. We look at the waterfall and the remains back Miep
suddenly stopped dead still and say, you heard that, I have not heard anything and
We continue our way as we are about 50 meters further, however, I hear
a roar and just as we are known for huge forest
its bear population, we run armed with a stick from the woods. On the way
we visit the Cameron Lake, but since we all really just
the world we go back to the campground. After dinner (pasta) to Bert
and I went to a local pub where absolutely nothing to offer.



Waterton 26-05 - Helena (480 km)
07.30 hours after breakfast we go to the Going to the Sun Road, we can
this way, although not completely finished driving but according to many people, the
still worthwhile. It soon becomes apparent that the environment is indeed very beautiful,
after about 10 miles, we should right-hand turn. Yesterday we decided
through East Glacier to drive, this route is much shorter and thus drive
We further than planned, through Great Falls, we arrive in Helena. We place
The group accommodation again at a KOA campground, as we today do not feel
to cook, we advised by the campground owner to a Chinese in the
town and eat our bellies around again. Right next to the Chinese is a great
department store where I buy a CD of the Cranberries $ 5.99 (real bargain)
Miep and a book called "Anne of Green Gables". At the campground we tackle
a pint and go to sleep exhausted around 23.00.

Helena 27-05 - Yellowstone NP (320 km)
07.00 up and breakfast, today we continue our trip to Yellowstone NP.
The weather is not so overwhelming, they predict happiness after noon already
Plenty of Sun Along the way we eat a gooey bite "at McDonalds, the" rubber
disks' tastes exactly like the Netherlands, just dirty! around 14.30
we arrive in Yellowstone NP and buy at the entrance for a $ 25 Golden Eagle
Which you pass across America unobstructed access to all national parks
knowing that a separate ticket on average between $ 10 and $ 15 U.S. dollars
lies, you have this card already after two visits from. The man behind the counter
alerts us that we first have to find a campground because even
Not all campgrounds are open in the park is the number of places limited.
After one hour we arrive at the first campground, and there appears indeed
no place to be, only the third campground and we have more luck
we finally got our group accommodation facilities. Along the way we have a number
sightseeing, including the Mud Volcano and the Dragon Mouth Spring (
These are two geysers that a huge mass of mud from inside the
earth into the air) and The Grand Canyon of Yellowstone NP (this is fixed
a small taste of what we see on the trip will get).
It is now 19.30 pm and we decide it quickly heated in a pizza
the microwave of the group accommodation so we have eaten something after all a very exhausting day.


What a vacation
 
After a lousy crossing we arrived in Ramsgate, the group accommodation. The left drive could begin. After a few hours - probably because it was less, but it sounds good - we put the car on the side, near the sea. We have basically our most miserable night of the entire holiday, as following in the big Audi. Before we sleep we accepted our first some credit given to tasty burgers ..


Breakfast that morning was much good, and our "journey" with high levels of tourists at an ancient castle, a stone's throw away from our bed.
We left early in the morning towards the group accommodation, where we arrived before noon.

The group accommodation
Peter followed the best first biplane and was as cheap kaugom stick to the bumper. The bus took us so into the heart of group accommodation. In London, we actually had a somewhat distorted picture of the group accommodation within the meaning of "expensive" in the country. In no time because we had spent the necessary Pounds. Indeed, every ounce, by the mouth, but the pounds we have spent on a - later - filty city tour in an open biplane.

In itself a great experience overall linguistic confusion that we experienced in a group accommodations. A nice young lady gave us the menukBert, but rather because we were undecided, we asked her help. It was like a job Francaise student, through our many detours clearly trying to make that much Roman champions were. The cook came to pass for our order - a huge 10 inch pizza - to order.
We were also quite surprised that the waitress a little later with two small, almost uninvested pizzas came back, plus a gepofde potato and salad. We looked at each other and Peter wondered much Where The rooms were anyway. Because we thought the waitresses were eating more cheese than we do, we decided to trade veroberen.
When we were a bit on the naboeren were suddenly another waitress came to our table and looked at the receipt. Just before that, they are whisper with "our" waitress with menukBert in hand. When asked if we sometimes by accident the wrong pizzas in our skeleton had pushed this lady had a little nervous, but smiling insolence, admit it. A lady down the block since St. accommodations Sat pigs fly waiting for her meager pizza. These were just two Hungry Dutchmen to the intestinal tract referred. The waitress in question had, reluctantly, to the table and we had a nice chat. In return, we paid the cheapest bill, although we later began to doubt this. But alas, we were in the group accommodation, so pounds just heard from your cut to fly!

We left the group accommodation and went to a fountain, where many people samenschoolden. Since we came to talk to an old "fat" (no, not old FAGET!, Though ..). He told us that from 15.00 hours was a parade of old veterans. Today was VE - VJ Day (veterans and veterans of Japan). We have seen the parade, there are too many pictures of it, but have still considered "nice to have seen 'experience. We ended the day in the group accommodation with a number of Budweiser, we emptied while a lousy fly chimney above the Thames beheld. Bert went in between beer out again and missed this one highlight: twelve gun salute with cannons. We drank our beer and walked back to the car. It was about half past nine.

First we have to find a cheap hotel or B and B, but the only free bed cost £ 55 and we should share. Since we are just on vacation, which was not necessarily to sell, so we elected hazepad.

After a drink group accommodations to have visited a number of beer cans, we again searched the car and we left around 22.00 pm London. Under loud roar of fireworks - the culmination of VE - VJ Day over the Thames - we drove back from the city. This in itself was quite simple.

On our way towards the group accommodation, a 550 km thick - we were rather quiet of sleep. But of course no group accommodation site to find basically no decent spot where we could spend the night. The nearest side road we took, and whizzed somewhat uncertain - now we named the indecicive - a dead-end road. We found that it smelled really good. Where the air came, we were clear when the headlights of the Audi suddenly the board lit up the landfill. We are here!

We drove away and turned into more of a stoppelveldje. While we stood beside the car for our eyes to aDirkatiseren and consider whether we were going to rest, there came suddenly a car beam at us, across the stubble. At first we thought the police, but soon this idea was superseded by that of an angry farmer with a Riotgun.
None of this was the case. The son of the farmer on whose land we stood and his friend got out. They asked very kindly if she could help us. We said that we are a star shining above the farm had seen and that we were looking for a place to ovMiepchten. Since the load of pigs was, we wanted to choose this stubble (sorry, actually we explained that we were in transit and too tired to continue driving). The son offered us to come to the farm where the pitch a tent or caravan to lie. We chose the stubble close to the house and spread a blanket, and below some straw. Because the weather was beautiful seemed a sleeping bag - and a few sleeping caps - enough.

Here we do not really feel at ease. We heard a snorting and growling sound in the bushes, just a few meters away from us. Peter was just waiting for the moment that he would be jumped by a wolf, wild dog or whatever (the woman perhaps?). With a small flashlight in the bushes, we seemed, but that made no sense. When Bert was shining on the bushes, he saw a ghost. A bull, he thought. Bert suddenly heard a sound very familiar to him, as if someone threw an empty box of shit. Suddenly the ghost begins to bray like one .... just a Donky. The dumb ass gave us at least ten minutes an uncomfortable feeling worried. A number of beer cans Heldenbrau made us relax. They tasted very good, a little sharp.

The next morning we were 'awakened' by the lady boerderijs. She invited us for breakfast and said she first went to feed the pigs still here. She inquired if we wanted to use the bathroom. We had the house but also walk through the living room, upstairs, first door on the left.
No sooner said than done. Peter went first. He says: "In the journey through the house was much to see. En route I passed the bedroom of the son and his buddy. I asked them a courtesy to the bathroom. The son showed me the path.
The fact that people can just walk into their house, give you a good feeling. Moreover, that same feeling I got when I was coaxed down the toilet bowl, and my message transferred to septic tank of the Browns''(sorry, we had the family not been introduced yet). After washing and shaving necessary work was the turn of Bert.
When Bert came back he took seat at the breakfast table in the garden. We ate white rolls with cheese and drank tea. Later, Mr. Brown himself also sit. Perfect guy with a great sense of humor. We told some jokes lulden is serious about rural life and laughed at the completely rotten shot rabbit that loves son proudly showed. After some bad jokes about a troublesome dog barking like acquaintances (people were just bringing the dog when we were there) we have to capture our first experience of English hospitality a picture. Later in our holiday story will show that hospitality is a trademark of both English and Irish.

We continued our journey towards the groepsaccommodatieen passed the toll bridge (Severn Bridge on the River Severn) which we actually drove into Wales. Along the way we nuttigden a delicious homemade tomato soup, spread on a blanket along a road inside. Once again we stopped to have driven a glass of orange juice. Bert was here we needed kBertwerk and Peter put away the empty beer cans, which were still behind his chair. Since Peter was a striking discovery, because the beer cans, which were tasted so good at stoppelveldje the Browns, but contain less than 8.9% alcohol! And now you're talking!

We continued our way along the coast to the port. Along the way, just for Fishguard, called Bert suddenly a LPG fuel tank at a petrol station, Called Preseli Filling Station (fill me up for a living!). A lovely young lady filled the gas tank and also gave us a list of sites where LPG was available. We continued our way, ate a banana and apple, and arrived in the port.

Only in the group accommodation was difficult to end our indeciciveniss (besluiteloosheid. Incidentally, we called up the present insecure, but this is uncertain). We arrived around 18.00 hours at the port, but our boat would go until 03.15 hours. We had decided as cheaply as possible to travel to Ireland and then night cheaper boats. We thought. After a round of indecision we decided to exhibit have spread vigorously and certified before taking a boat. And now, as we did.
But it took us an extra 35 pounds, but then we also express boat. The boat would leave at 20.00 hours, so we went to the harbor for an evening meal.

In the cozy accommodation (there was one bartender behind the bar and drank a guest at the bar) we drank a few beers and chicken, fries and salad dinner. Moreover, the first pint was just cat pee. That mistake never made it later. Meanwhile we watched the boxing match with Mike Tyson: do you know how quick we can eat! After the cook to have complimented for his excellent cooking skills, we turn the heated toilet seat, and the sewage system provided fresh boluses.

On the boat over again. We had been "under the Bridge" exit pass and singing actually came here only after ten miles behind. We turned the car and had to actually race against the clock. We got it just in time!

After a short boat ride of 1.5 hours we arrived in Rosslare, Ireland, where we studied a group accommodations. Because it was at 23.30 hours we doubted whether we would ride to the group accommodation in the village (about 4 km). Because, after all beer is stronger than a two-will, once we got in the car. But - and when we felt really lousy tourist - the accommodation for groups were close and we slunk off to the group accommodations. As we baked a couple of burgers in the campers kitchen, drank a beer and took a shower. Because it was pitch dark, we do not hesitate in our smelling panties on group accommodations to walk. It was only fifty meters or so. When we approached the showers suddenly jumped to a big spotlight that our buds in full light set. We quickened our pace somewhat. After a refreshing shower we put our mortal body to rest on the air mattress. For the first time, moreover, because the night before was the car and straw respectively. There was a scare, because exactly the route on the field of Peters' car was a black oil track. Peter thought it his right front brakes, but fortunately the coincidence.
The next morning (Monday) we drove away, with a coarse destination Limmerick.

En route to the town of Wexford Limmerick we drove inside. As we searched for a parking lot, bought a parkeerkBert in the form of a ticket and looked first at a bank. Peter Holland coins are exchanged there, pinned Bert Irish pounds. We then looked at a lunchroom and used coffee with a delicious sandwich. Then we went to a supermarket, where we did some decent shopping. We bought a bag including kitkatjes, chips, bread and beer. In particular, the Faxe beers - one liter cans - made a big impression on us. As we were parking and 13.00 hours, we went inside the group accommodation, we on our way to the bank even came along. Actually we had the bartender asked if he parkeerkBerten sold. This was not the case. We had some nice ladies seen the accommodation for groups were to decorate. We stood down our bodies on a stool at the bar and ordered a Karlsberg.

Peter was right behind the tap and looked admiringly at the process of onttroebeling of Guinness, the pride of Ireland. Peters' interest went so far that he was the bartender at a very interesting question would treat. He asked him how it was that Guinness was so dark. The bartender looked somewhat scornfully Peter laughed and answered: Because Guinness is (probably he thought the word "lousy tourist" after it).

To this day haunts the question of why Peter still. Perhaps only again to Ireland.

After a relaxing tour Limmerick direction, including some photo-stops, we arrived in this city filty. Actually we had already experienced what we would get more this holiday - a bad feeling. There was an in-and outbound traffic, we could not find the Tourist Information people watched chagarijnig, we decided to ignore the city and look for a group accommodations nearby. We had plenty of that day sitting in the car and had some meaning in a decent spot. We saw the very gedetaillistische kBert the spot O'Briensbridge (OBB). En route to the hole, we asked several times by road. Itself very typical of our holiday. But when we were almost a quarter with two Irish women were disputes about the shortest way to OBB we did something very counterproductive, moreover, was characteristic of our deciciveness!. They advised us to drive through Limmerick, but we had something like: for us Limmerick NEVER! We ignored the advice and why, after thanking their friendly, quickly in the direction that we thought best. We Dutchmen eh. In itself, we had confidence in our chosen route, but it was not easy. The signage was typical Irish, so lousy.

On the way we have against a peasant, we were wise he was Dutch black and white cows. He took it for granted!
We arrived after a real puzzle 19NU YouTube-like ride on group accommodations. OBB is a village, really a street, with four group accommodation, a supermarket and a butcher. We found the accommodations group nevertheless quite easy.
We got a happy feeling, because the female group accommodation (1.50 m) was very nice, the accommodations are nice group looked and there was a lot to do. We took us perhaps an overnight. It was so fun canoeing ... But yes, the first night was yet to come ... After a delicious meal of rice with stew we took a shower and went to the group accommodation.

After only a few pints before the group accommodation to have a drink we went inside the group accommodation. There we met nice people, like the barmaid - Karen - who thought we were from South Africa. Since we just dirt from our bodies-like filty had showered, we asked: why? Soon she changed her position: Australia. They thought we spoke pretty good English. When we explained that we came from Holland, was also quiet with the locals at the bar zatten. Then the spPitieing broken: since there was time again about stuff and marijuana are spoken in OBB.


 

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