Had a little camping trip recently and thought you might like to see the pics. I got the ferry from Dover to Calais, then rode up to Bruxelles to stay with my mate.
        
 
         Waiting for the ferry.
         
        
 
         
         After fighting my way through the M25, I was pretty fed up by the time I got on the ferry. I stuffed myself with Beef bourguignon, vegetables and rice and perked up a bit. But when I rode off at the other end I was smiling my ass off!! 
        
 Anyway I stayed with my mate for a few days in Bruxelles, then headed off through Luxembourg, to germany.
         
        
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         Whilst riding in Germany heading down the Rhine Valley, a guy on a Super Tenere flagged me down and motioned for a drink. So we pulled into a bar and had a chat about Teneristas, as he called us. We had a drink whilst the German v Argentina match was on.
         
        
 
         
         
         
         
         While we were having a drink he phoned his Mrs and when he got off he said it was Ok, if I wanted, I could stay at his house and have something to eat and drink and he would show me some routes on his maps! 
        
 I declined as I just wanted to get camping after staying at my mates, but it was really nice of him to ask. Saying that I don't know what he and his misses had planned for me!
        
 
         
         After leaving Boris I got stuck in a village, surrounded by Germans celebrating their win to Argentina, waving flags and beeping their horns. 
        
 So I decided to get the hell out of Germany and headed for France. I rode over the hills on dirt tracks into a forest near a place called Dentersstra�e and decided to stay there the night. So I camped there the night and listened to the cow bells tinkling.
         
         
        
 
         
         
         
         
         
         
         The next day I headed down the trails into France and West across France to Autun. After a night of roughing it, I decided to stay in a campsite for the night for some luxury and struck lucky when I realised it had a pool. Just what I needed for my sore arse!! But it came at a price. 24 Euros a night! I didn't care at the time though.
         
         
        
 
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         I then camped at the Chateau de Chenonceaux.
         
         
        
 
         
         On the way home I picked up my new panniers from Roger at ARD CASES.
         
         
        
 
         
         Hope I didn't bore you too much!
         
         
        
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