Waiting at stansted airport, with a beer, for a plane to Ljubljana on our way to metalcamp!

Expect a few updates, but not many!

Hurrah!

OAO.

We made it, and we think it deserves a celebration.

Champagne and smoked salmon.

Smoked salmon is on the way..

We’re in France.

Speeding along (not fast enough, if I could skip France entirely I would) drinking a really bad imitation Belgian beer…
Be in St.Pancras at 7 for a nice tasty glass of champagne!

Was what the guy at customs said to dan as he walked to pick up his rucksack from the conveyor belt.

Uh oh’s!

Due to dans love for steel toecapped boots he always sets off the metal detectors and gets a frisking.

A quick once over with the handheld scanner revealed a few things… Apparently Dan has a metal machine, those that went to graspop will know what I’m talking about.
The metalcamp wristband is metal enough to set the hand scanners off!

However, this does mean we are in the eurostar lounge awaiting our train back to blighty.. (I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna..)

An hour and a bit till the train so we are sat pondering the idea of walking back through the barriers and burning our passports… Lulz.

For the entire time we were in Slovenia we wished for no bears. We didn’t see any bears and felt quite happy.

Since getting to Brugge there was only one bear we wanted to see, t’brugge beretje (the little brugge bear). A little beer pub with well over 250 different beers.

However, somebody somewhere must have heard our wish for no bears, as it is shut until the 22nd of July.

So now we are sad and bearless, sat in the monks hole (ooer) drinking rather strong beer.