The X-files

Great news! I mentioned a while ago that we lost a heap of photos when a German computer decided it didn't like the memory card, well now that we're home, Deena has recovered the images! I have no idea how she did it, but I'm sure there was some sort of witchcraft, and maybe a deal with the devil involved (or maybe she is just more computer savvy than me).

Anyway here are some of the recovered images.

Lunch in Dubrovnik. The seafood was awesome here, this particular restaurant sourced it's fish from the port five minutes walk away, from small scale subsistence fishermen.

The owner's brother lived in Glenorchy in Tasmania for a number of years, explaining all the Aussie parephenalia behind me.

No national pies though.

The view from our hotel balcony. The water was so warm and salty, it was possible to literally sit around in three metres of water, and you would have to try really hard to drown, even I had trouble sinking!

Just to prove we ate healthy from time to time, an anchovy and tomato salad. The anchovies around the mediterranean were so tasty, not at all like the pizza anchovies back home.

The beer is of course light, low carb, or something.

Me sitting around.

One of the many gratuitous bikini shots I've taken of Deena.

Probably the only one I can publish and keep a G rating though.

Croatian bees.

The views along the coast road were kind of ok.

Some Slovenian bees. This was on the way out a of small village, but still surrounded by houses. I guess the beekeeper bribes the neighbours with honey.

After driving through Slovenia, we spent the night in Austria, driving into Italy the next day, to find the start of the Stelvio pass.

The hairpin corners on the Stelvio were a little bit tight...

... and there were a hell of a lot of 'em as well!

At the top. The look on my face is actually pleasure, whether that is due to being in a revhead's paradise, the outstanding bratwurst I'd just scoffed, or being stoned on a lack of oxygen I don't know, but I was happy.

There was a proper big grin after driving down the other side on this road!

Me being environmentally and culturally sensitive while writing my name in the snow.

Snow in the middle of summer? This place is crazy! It was very strange to be in the snow and still comfy in shorts and a t-shirt, though my toes were a bit nippy in thongs!

Man and machine. More like stupid big kid and machine, but you know what I mean.

Some of the roads were a little bit tight, and if you missed a corner you had a choice between a bloody big bank, or a very long drop. Easier just to stay on the road really.

A couple of days later we ducked into Stuttgart to visit the Porsche museum, the first exhibit we saw was this East African Safari 911, very tough looking.

I did think at first that the museum was pretty crappy, but then I realised we were still in the carpark!

Not quite where it all began for Ferdinand Porsche, but certainly where he hit the big time.

Deena now really wants a 356 coupe in forest green, but I prefer silver.

I guess we'll have to get two then.

Two of the most iconic colour schemes in motorsport, a Gulf Racing, and a Martini 917 Le Mans cars.

I don't know how one of these would go in a Tassie winter, but I wouldn't mind giving it a try.

God I wish I had a farm, just so I could get a Porsche tractor.

If you want to hear "Oh cool, the Barbie Porsche!" said in 12 different languages by 35 year old women, this is the place to be.

Oh, and that is a really weird thing to want.

For the record, my sister had the Barbie Corvette, which was also quite cool, but it's no Porsche.

Not that I ever played with it of course.

After the tour we had a light snack for afternoon tea. The cakes in Germany were top notch, but the cream! How anyone lives past 40 is beyond me.

Anyway, as I said at the start, we're back home with the fur and feather kids, friends and family which is really nice, but we did almost cry when we went into a supermarket!

I've still got another few blogs to do in the next few days, so until then, see ya, Dave.