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1 month late!
Roughly a month after returning i now feel able to post about it [Read that as :Roughly a month after returning i remember to post about it].
I'll try and keep this somewhat short as craming a week and a half into a post is ....difficult.
Right so after working all night sticking the final graphics onto the car and installing "RedTech" seatbelts (RedTech shall be the name i designate for any job which i have bodged myself). Due to the large majority of the hearse being fibreglass the seatbelts were installed in such a manor as that should we crash, both passengers would fly still fly through the windscreen and die, but they'd take with them the backs of the seats, such that the paramedics could laugh their arses off at the two corpses with seats attached to their backsides.
Sidetracked
Anyway we did all that and got around 2 hours sleep before getting up at 5am.
Dress as Buddy Holly.
We got picked up in a ford KA, 4 people + luggage + guitar
squash.
Spend half hour scratching our heads as we realise that even with a hearse theres not enough room for our.. stuff.... we we did some inventive packing [read: crammed it all in]. And we're off blasting down the M20 with our mates in the other team, driving the lincoln contintental, We're all hyped and having a laugh when the CB radio crackles to life "Guys you're pissing smoke everywhere"
Breakdown
So we did what anyone would do in this situation.... crapped ourselves, so we're standing by the M20, Elvis, Buddy, Jimmy and Johnny. We call the RAC! and we play a little game "things we don't want Mr RAC to say", top of the list "schuuufff" [sucking sound] second "it's fucked", RAC man turns up
"Tell it to us straight, be truthful"
"schuufff, its fucked"
cry
So we do the only intellegent thing thing and say "Dump us on the ferry!"
We arrive at the starting meeting on a flatbed truck, legendary, people already love us,
"We've got no gear box, but we're at least getting to France!"
Turns out our gearbox was a bit broken and liked to leak all of its transmission fluid onto the exhaust pipe, hence the smoke. So we had the idea!
plan
We'll just buy enough transmission fluid that we can replace everything she looses over the drive, we ended up going through 5 litres of the stuff in a week, It just meant we smoked if we floored in and the ride got progressivly more rough, Its a mirracle that she made it with that gearbox tbh.
Anyway we get to France floor it piss more smoke, top up again, take it slower. Speed through Belgium, Germany i think we hit Holland for a bit to at some stage there :/, Das Autobahn est gud yar! [read: no idea how to speak German] First night in Collogne. We were spose to go to a club, however it turned out they tried to rip off the first few people who went in, so we didn't bother with it,
"time to find an alternative watering hole"
"that place looks pretty lively"
Das Gay Bar
Yeah, so it was lively, lively with men, touching each other o.O
anyway we were there so we stayed and got drunk.... Then the team "The naked cowboys" turned up, a little late didn't know what was going on, strolled straight into the bar in cowboy boots tight jeans and vest tops... i lol'd
collapse
So we woke and guess what time it is... yes its time for the endurance leg of the rally..... excellent 800 miles in a car that shouldn't really be moving at all.....
Well it took forever and we ended up driving late into the night, a little behind everyone else due to the lincolns gearbox exploding a bit (and that is where the lincoln stayed), not much to say about that part of the journey, was pretty fun, played chicken with an artic lorry after running a red light down a single lane road >.< and say a mile long stretch of road with nothing but brothels
So we arrived in prague.... well we arrived in part of prague... it deffinatly wasn't the nice bit... it was more like a shanty town full of drug dens and hookers.... lovely, got pulled by the police, and escorted to our hotel for our own safety ^_^ we got some photo's with the police... it was rude not to.
Onwards to Budapest! another pretty long drive, good fun though, few traffic jams, few drag races, just enough time for a quick game of golf.
Budapest is a nightmare to drive around... so after a scene from wacky races... as every jucntion sees four gumball cars going in completly different dirrections and a few hours of being lost in the city centre we get to our hotel... and what a hotel, considering it was a cheap hotel in Budapest this hotel was lovely.
Showers
We went to an irish bar... yep... 1K miles to go to an Irish bar.... makes sense...but it was a funny as hell night, although the guiness did taste like gnats piss :| Budapest is a lovely city btw, loads of lovely sights.
After waking up we had a leisurly drive down to Zagreb, Via Solvakia... hostel anyone? windows up doors locked, drive like greased shit off a stick. Aside from fearing for my life Slovakia is a country that makes you cry, the buildings in Bratislava are gorgeous... but they've all been hacked to pieces in order to make way for dodgy modern things, "need somewhere to put a phone booth? hack the side out of a 18 century building and fill any gaps with sealent foam!"
More dicking around on motorways
Zagreb. First night of camping here, went to a wierd little club got plastered fell about had fun, saw absolutely none of the city... It was around this point that all the warning lights on the dashboard light up. Don’t know why, everything still worked… I can only assume that it was the warning system itself that broke :/
Next day, another easy 3 hour drive down croatia to Zadar.
Broke RvB! carries on in first comment
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