John nursing his sore leg with a large beer
A driving day to the Budapest campsite: we get a free beer each on arrival, and I drink a few more and then go to bed. It is Belgian Sam’s birthday, and there is a party at the bottom bar of the campsite. I can hear repeating renditions of House of the Rising Sun with JC, our driver, leading with the mandolin. At about 4 am I am awoken by a 5 minute chorus of farts from a neighbouring tent, followed by another chorus of House of the Rising Sun.
This is the story of my 32 week London to Sydney overland trip on a big orange truck with 30 odd other people.....and what happens after.. I try to find the best pizza in the world. I test the limits of endurance of my T-shirts in the hunt for the most bizarre location in which to bump into a fellow fan of the band 'The Fall'. Slightly more successfully, I try to take a guitar to as many of the world's monuments as I can. Finally, I confront the greatest cultural divide of them all...toilets.
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