So as with all good adventures everything was planned to perfection and therefore nothing could go wrong. Ish.
We said our goodbyes to Jenny and got into our pre-booked taxi. All was going well. The problem came when the taxi pulled up in a random cul-de-sac in London somewhere and the driver announced that we had reached our destination. The driver, who spoke limited English, then refused to accept that we weren't at the hotel we were meant to be. So after using my best generic eastern european (pointing and speaking loudly and slowly) he conceded that we were infact lost. This bodes well as we haven't even left the country yet.
Anyway we made it and met up with the group and caught our first sight of the beast.
So we went off to Dover to catch the ferry. Again, all was going well. Then we were stopped by the anti-terrorist police who were dubious that a group of people would be driving to Australia and apparently thought we were all bonkers!
So, after evading vommitting school children, we arrived in mainland Europe. To cut a long story short, we just drove and slept until we got to somewhere fairly random in Belgium to set up camp.
Then came the best news of the day: team Hay won the tent-putting-up race! We will be basking in our own glory for a while...
Drive day tomorrow to a bush camp in Germany. Apparently near a very nice lake that last year everyone went for a swim in the sun. Good times.
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