More food stuff.

Ok, sorry about being slack with the updates, but finding a computer to upload photos on has been a bit tough, besides what am I, an internet journalist, or a fat lazy bloke?

We're in the UK now to do a few car related things, and then will be heading back to Europe soon. Things haven't been as grim as we expected on the food front, some very nice beers, and we had a great take away curry last night.

Anyway, a few photos.


The outdoor grill for a roadside peri-peri restaurant in Portugal, we spotted this while driving past at 90kmh. Surprising just how quickly you can chuck a u turn if you have the right incentive!


This was a plate of whole sardines, floured, fried, and dressed with oil and vinegar, crispy, crunchy goodness from head to tail. Someone needs to get the camera out a bit quicker.

From the same meal, this is Deena's main of local clams in white wine and butter, the bowl ended up as clean as the plate above.

When they described the clams as fresh and local they wern't joking. The next day at low tide the locals were out raking the mudflats for the clams.

Still in Portugal, in the town of Porto. How big is that snot-block!

In the kitchen of the restaurant in the Portugese mountains, tomorrow's goat stew.

Me and the Restaurant's owner being bee nerds.

I tend to expand a lot when I eat, like a puppy, usually I am much slimmer than above. No more full length profiles I think.

In France now, and we have the previously mentioned dog-shit sausages in the background.

They really are a lot better than they smell, and I've finally stopped farting.

The Australian war memorial in Villers-Brettonneux, Northern France.

The last post ceremony conducted every night at eight, Ypres, Belgium.

Al-fresco pee in a Belgian portable urinal. Why aren't these everywhere? So much more civilised than a doorway or car tyre.

After Belgium we went to Amsterdam in the Netherlands for two nights.

No photographs were taken, for legal reasons, and names have been changed to protect the innocent.

Actually, away from the red light district, Amsterdam is a beautiful place, full of canals and bridges, lots of buildings on an alarming lean, and hot dog stands.

That langoustine in the foreground gave me the stink-eye for the whole meal.

In Wales at Gavin and Stacey's favourite chippy. Bloody good cod and chips.

We were going to go for a swim as it was a lovely day, but the tide was out, and we got sick of walking after half an hour.

On the Thames waiting for a water bus, and the most interesting thing Deena can find to photograph is a water police dog with a bad toupee.

Off to Goodwood for the festival of speed tomorrow, so some car pics to come soon no doubt. For now though we are kicking back in our room, enjoying the luxury of watching fifteen year old sitcoms on telly.

My word we are exotic and interesting!

Toodle-pip, Dave.

ps, the poms don't really say toodle-pip, but the do say hiya.