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The economy of slams...the story of a boy with no tent.

We've been camping around Europe since the wedding. I use the word 'camping' very loosely as some would not consider amenities such as beauty rooms, gourmet bakeries and wifi to be very camp-ish.
 
It was after our first night that Michael coined the phrase 'the economy of slams'. 


You see, we had returned late to our campsite and everyone in our 'intimate' campsite was asleep in their tents barely meters away.


Michael started setting up his bed (the front seat of the Peugot) including curtains made out of nearby items of clothing. This involved a few too many door slams which loudly echoed through the silent campsite... and then in and around the surrounding mountains and valleys waking neighbouring provinces from their slumber. No one was asleep once Michael curled up in his reclined front seat that night.

Michael enjoys some time lying flat (yap! yap!)
Our lovely campsite in Salzburg (Michael touching up his photos on Instagram)

From that night on the Peugot was to be 'set up' and the doors kept open until the very last moment. Thus, the economy of slams was born.


We have been through northern Italy and around Austria, Bavaria, through Slovenia and now we're on the coast of Croatia! Highlights have included Salzburg (sound of music country), the Disney castle in Bavaria, Eagle's nest (Hitler's 50th birthday present), Munich and Michael's birthday lunch in Ljubljana.

Birthday drinks in Ljubjana, Slovenia
Eagles Nest, Bavaria


Munich, Germany
 
Driving the Austrian Alps
¨How do you solve a problem like Michael and Bradleeeeeeyy?¨ The convent from Sound of Music

Disney Castle, Fussen
We spent two nights in Bolzano (northern Italy on the Austrian border) with friends we met in Laos. They took us to a festival hidden away in the mountains, and we enjoyed beer, bands and traditional Austrian food. Bolzano was so interesting. It is now Italy but before the war was Austrian - now it has its own governing body separate from the rest of Italy. The mix of people and languages is fascinating and all with the beautiful Alps in the background. We were spoilt and treated to lots of traditional Austrian/Italian food and history.


Angelo, Chiara and Nanna show us around Bolzano


Northern Italy
Brad is driving like a true European and loving the 130km speed limits. Sadly Michael has now left us and the front seat of the Peugot has been reclaimed as our own. Now its time for some relaxing beach time and then we will head towards Venice.
Klagenfurt, the adventure capital of Austria 

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