And Mongol Mongrels are off!!
Today is the day. Ten years in the dreaming. One year in the planning. Six months in the grovelling and a lifetime of memories to be made.
Or the most short lived, over anticipated, anticlimactic moment since that time with Sharon Manisky at the back of the school disco!
The Poms are driving from London and will get the underwater snorkel train (aka Brexit Express) to France while the token Aussie will catch a flight from Dublin with the plan to rendezvous in Luxembourg to:-
A) enjoy a light supper before turning in for an early night.
B) meet up, give man hugs all round, chuck our bags through the door, grab a quick Lynx Shower-in-a-can and roll into Luxembourg like it’s first night of camp and we just got paid!
C) be so knackered, we will have one beer, call it a night by 11.00 and fall asleep like the middle aged old farts we are.
No matter what, this is it.
Oh This time I know it’s the real thing
I can’t explain what I’m feeling
I’m lost for words….
Sorry…Got all Danni Minogue there….
So eastward and onwards it is!!
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