Europe in a Camper – Page 5

June 21, 2017February 22, 2019

Norway: Oslo to Lysebotn

We arrived in Oslo blindly, after my data didn’t kick-in when we crossed from Sweden to Norway, despite being told it would. Having no navigation, we had to resort to my ability at remembering the mapping we’d done the night before, and Mr Love’s ability to put up with my excited yelling and last second directions. Being very aware of the tolls on the ring road around Oslo we were determined to get it right the first time, and happily we did.

Our Oslo campsite was at Sjølyst Marina, which has parking space for about 250 campers in a very picturesque setting by the water, and is just under 4kms from central Oslo, so an easy bike ride away.

After we arrived we spent a few hours biking around the city to get our bearings, and the next day biked back into the city, but left our bikes and explored on foot. We walked along the waterfront to the medieval Akershus Fortress that has guarded Oslo for centuries, and then down to and the striking Opera House that rises out of the harbour like a giant iceberg. This is an amazing piece of architecture that allows people to climb all over it, and the bright white stone has you feeling like you’re on a mountain slope. After lunch at a pizzeria in the stylishly redeveloped Central Railway Station, we wandered up past the Cathedral, Parliament, and City Hall to the National Gallery and the Royal Palace.

Oslo didn’t grab us as the other Scandinavian cities we’ve visited did. It’s nice enough, but it’s dirtier and more sombre; lacking the vitality of Copenhagen and the majesty of Stockholm. However, the waterfront development is quite stunning, with boardwalks, restaurants, apartments, and museums, and of course that striking Opera House.

After leaving the central city behind us we biked out through leafy suburbs to the famous Vigeland Park. This beautiful green oasis contains the life work of sculptor Gustav Vigeland; over 200 sculptures of humanity in all its forms, cast in bronze, granite and cast iron. The monolith at the centre of the garden is extraordinary, with human figures entwined together reaching towards something higher, or are they clambering over each other to be on top? Some of the sculptures were quite confronting, others funny, but overall this park was a highlight of our trip to Oslo.

P1000731 — The Monolith, Vigeland Park Oslo

P1000726 — Andrew in Vigeland Park, Oslo

During our stay at the marina in Oslo we met some good people whose experiences and knowledge helped us plan the rest of our Norwegian adventure. It was also the first time since Amsterdam that we had another GB number plate in the camp with us, and thinking we were English they quickly came over to introduce themselves. Although not experienced in Norway, they had lots of great advice for us campervanning in the rest of Europe, and it was great to share stories. We still feel very new at this, but are learning all the time.

From Oslo we headed south along the coast, with the ultimate destination for our next adventure being Stavanger and the famous Lysefjord. After passing through three automatic toll gates in quick succession we started to get a bit worried about how much this Norway trip may end up costing us. We had read about these infamous tolls but didn’t expect them to be so frequent. However, after driving through tunnel after tunnel, some 3-kilometres long, and crossing incredible bridges and viaducts, we felt we were getting our money’s worth. You can try and avoid the tolls but you’ll end up spending more on fuel, along with the extra time taken on smaller roads, it wouldn’t make it a viable option.

We stopped for a night in Mandal, a small seaside town in the southernmost part of Norway. Beautifully picturesque, and obviously quite affluent, this quaint town was a lovely place for a stopover to break our journey. Having been told the only affordable thing in Norway is fresh fish we had been keen to find some. Mandal had what we wanted, an exceptional fish market with a huge array of fresh fish, most of which we had never heard of. We bought a fillet of Torsk for NZ $26 a kilo, and Mr Love made us a very lovely fish dinner.

Today we travelled to Lysebotn at the top of the famous Lysefjord, only 200 kilometres away, but a four-hour journey on some amazingly mountainous roads. We now have total faith that our van can get us anywhere. The scenery was overwhelming. It’s a lot like New Zealand, but it’s bigger, more imposing – but do we think this because it is so refreshing to be in the wild, away from the traffic and the endless trucks.

Lysebotn is in the valley below Kjeragbolten. The iconic symbol of adventure tourism in Norway, Kjeragbolten is the boulder wedged between two cliffs 1,000 metres above the fjord, and the bucket list photo opportunity for every traveller in Norway, including us. Yes, we’re here to hike the 9 kilometre roundtrip to Kjeragbolten and to hopefully have enough courage to get that photo.

We’ve arrived in Lysebotn on the same day as the start of the annual Heli Boogie Base Jumping festival. Over the next 4 days 250 Base Jumpers will be helicoptered to Kjerag and other peaks as many times as they want, some up to 6 times a day, to fling themselves off. Andrew helped a weary jumper pack his shoot (god-forbid); he had done 5 jumps today and planned to do as many as he could the next day. He said this was the only opportunity each year for jumpers to get as many helicopter rides to the peaks as they want at a good price ($100 NZD), whereas they would normally have to hike to the peak and only have the one jump. He suggested that our timing was good, if we don’t want to walk back from Kjeragbolten tomorrow there will be plenty of helicopters with empty return trips that we can hitch a ride from.

At 9pm the helicopters are still coming in one after another to pick up jumpers, we feel like we’re on the set of MASH.

Tomorrow we have an early start for our hike. Rain is forecast from 2pm so we want to be back before then, hopefully with that once in a lifetime pic!

P1000781 — Helicopter landing at Lysebotn

June 17, 2017May 27, 2018

Sweden: Stockholm to Mora

Since our last post we’ve spent three nights in Stockholm and a night in Mora, and are about to spend another, before heading to Oslo tomorrow.

In Stockholm we stayed at Bredang Camping about 13km’s from the city centre, but located a short walk from a metro station, so access to the city centre was easy. Our bikes took a rest as we opted for public transport, the hop on hop off boat, and of course walking, as the best options to see the city, and we saw as much as we could in the two full days we had there.

Stockholm is spread across seventeen islands so taking a boat trip is a must. There is an easy to use ferry service that is part of the public transport network but we chose to buy a 24-hour pass on a sightseeing hop on hop off boat, and we were more than happy with this. We bought our pass late on the first day and took the full round trip, and then the next day used it to get from island to island and explore thoroughly.

P1000597 — Andrew and the guard at the Royal Palace, Stockholm

Strolling through the quaint streets of the Old Town, admiring the beautiful Royal Chapel at the Royal Palace, meeting the Vikings at the Swedish History Museum, and getting your head around the art at Moderna Museet were all experiences that didn’t cost us a cent, and there were plenty more too in Stockholm, proving you don’t have to spend a lot to see a lot.

One museum we did pay for was the Vasa Museum. This is an outstanding museum and a unique experience that neither of us will forget in a hurry. The Vasa was a 17^th century warship that sank in Stockholm harbour 20 minutes into her maiden voyage. She lay on the sea floor for 333 years before being salvaged in 1961, and now she sits fully intact inside this impressive museum. The reconstructed vessel is 98 per cent original, and the sheer scale of this splendidly adorned ship is quite awesome. The museum is constructed around the Vasa so each floor takes you further up the ship allowing you to see just how huge she was, and also the glaringly obvious design fault that ultimately caused her to sink, there was far too much above water and not enough below. It was a case of the King’s design not being questioned until it was too late.

P1000642 — The impressive Vasa at the Vasa Museum, Stockholm

Staying three nights in Stockholm allowed us some time to do “house-work”, such as some much needed washing, and stocking up on supplies ahead of our trip to Norway, which is renowned for being extremely expensive.

While at the campground we met a group of enthusiastic Austrians who had just arrived on their vintage tractors towing caravans. They had already covered 2,000 kilometres on these century old machines and were heading to Helsinki before taking the ferry back to Germany and then home to Austria. It takes all types!

20170613_165346 — A group of vintage tractor enthusiasts who had already traveled 2,000 kms

From Stockholm we travelled four hours north to the small town of Mora in the Dalarna County of Sweden. The moment we arrived we decided a one night stopover would not be enough and we extended our stay. Mora is under snow for the best part of 7 months of the year and is famous for hosting the oldest and longest cross-country skiing race in the world, the 90-kilometre-long Vasaloppet. It’s hard to believe this lush green countryside bathed in warm sunlight is freezing and dark for most of the year.

Mora is also the birthplace of Anders Zorn, one of Sweden’s foremost artists, who, after finding success abroad, made this town his home again for the remainder of his life. The Zorn Museum was wonderful to visit with a stunning collection of his work, which he and his wife donated to the Swedish people after their deaths. Many of his vibrant water colours and rich oil paintings depicted the landscape and life in Mora and surrounding Dalarna. It’s not often you get see an exhibition by an artist of such fame in a small rural town.

P1000683 — Anders Zorn’s house, Mora Sweden

Ten kilometres around the lake from Mora is the small settlement of Nusnas where the centuries old art of making the wooden Dala horses continues. These simple wooden horses are brightly painted in typical Swedish designs and have become an iconic symbol of Sweden. Liking the idea of having a locally handcrafted souvenir we took to our bikes and cycled around the lake to visit these Dala Horse factories. These are not factories as you may think. More like artisan workshops. The horse shapes are roughly cut from a slab of wood and then passed on to members of the community who each carve the horses by hand. They are then returned to the factory and lovingly hand painted by artists, and because of this process no two horses are the same. Some of the artists are more renowned so their horses command a higher price, but in general they are very reasonable for an authentic handmade souvenir, and knowing the proceeds support a community to maintain their traditions makes it even more special. However, deciding which horse to buy took a while. A stylishly adorned black horse will be coming back to NZ with us.

P1000671 — Dala Horse factory, Nusnas Sweden

Tonight we’re celebrating being on the road for two weeks. We’ve travelled 2,700 kilometres and been through six countries, Norway tomorrow will be number seven. We’re currently just running over budget (about 30%), but we always knew the first two months would be more expensive as we travel big distances through Scandinavia and allow for ferry crossings, toll bridges, and the notorious toll roads of Norway – our next update will no doubt have more on this. Right now it’s time for a glass of wine under the awning with Mr Love.

June 12, 2017May 27, 2018

Denmark to Sweden

Our first stop in Denmark was the small port town of Kolding, about an hour north of the German border. We had decided to overnight on the way to Copenhagen and I had read that Kolding was worth visiting for its 13th century castle and historic township. Despite relatively good weather for the journey from Hamburg, when we arrived in Kolding a terrific thunderstorm had us sheltering in our van for a couple of hours waiting for it to let up. When it did, we were on our bikes and heading to town. Unfortunately, the respite in the weather didn’t last and we were caught in another downpour so took shelter in a pub and tried a local Danish draught while drying off.

The next day we drove through to Copenhagen crossing the Storebælt Bridge, an 18km long bridge which links the eastern and western parts of Denmark. It’s one of two toll bridges in Denmark, the other being the Oresund Bridge which connects Denmark and Sweden. To cross Storebælt cost us $76 NZD, but it was worth it to experience this engineering marvel.

We got a bit of a shock arriving in Copenhagen to see our “camp ground” was a city parking lot with temporary fencing and port-a-loos, surrounded by construction sites and overlooked by an ominous power plant with three chimneys protruding and unusually named Dong Energy. Once we drove through the gates and met our enthusiastic host Finn Asved, who relayed the benefits of the location, our concerns were reduced. Finn is a retired businessman who operates Copenhagen City Camp for 12 weeks a year during the summer season, offering a secure parking area for campervans close to the central city. He lives permanently onsite for those 12 weeks and says he loves every minute – beats retiring!

Being in such close confines with other motorhome owners gave us the opportunity to share a few stories and ask advice about some of the things we’re still not sure on – how to get your gas bottle filled in Europe being the big one, and travelling into Estonia, Latvia and Lithuania being the other. We think we’re now a bit clearer on both.

Although not solving the problem, having our fellow campers available to assist, reassured us when we did the unthinkable and locked ourselves out of our van after the door slammed in the wind. Luckily, I had left the garage unlocked and was able to squeeze through an impossibly small gap between the bed and the wall to get inside. Andrew may not have made it. We will be carrying our keys with us to the shower from here on.

We loved Copenhagen! It’s a beautiful city that’s easy to get around and everyone seems very laidback and friendly. We spent an enjoyable two days exploring the city by bike, foot and water taxi. This city has amazing public spaces and makes great use of its waterways.

Freetown Christiania was an eye opener. This is a neighbourhood that declared independence from Denmark in 1971 and has never moved forward from the hippy era, with the residents living a non-conformist life quite contrary to the city that surrounds them. Pusher Street is where traders openly sell all types of hash with mind-bending names and no doubt similar characteristics. As marijuana is not legal in Denmark, when we went to take a photo we were politely but sternly told “no photo.” Apparently, the police have an understanding with the Christiania drug traders and tolerate them to some degree, however it was less than a year ago (August 2016) when a drug trader shot and wounded a policeman that resulted in Christiania to be closed to the public for a time and caused the delicate relationship between this alternative neighbourhood and the state to become very strained. It’s not all about drugs; this community grows and sells organic produce, creates art and crafts, puts on live music and performance, and is completely car-free. It really was like walking into a time warp.

P1000465 — Freetown Christiania, Copenhagen

A water taxi ride to the Little Mermaid, watching the changing of the guards at Amalienborg Palace, and lunch at Paper Island were all highlights. Paper Island was named because this was where the warehouses were that stored newspapers for the Danish Press. Now these grey industrial warehouses are teeming with vibrancy, containing contemporary art exhibitions and an amazing international food hall. We visited this twice. We stopped in while biking to the Opera House on our first day, and on seeing how cool it was decided that would be the destination for lunch the next day. It didn’t disappoint. The people watching was a good as the food.

Originally, we had planned to cross the Oresund Bridge to get to Sweden, but on talking to other campers we were told the ferry from Helsingor to Helsingborg was a more interesting way to cross. Helsingor is the home to Kronborg Castle, the setting for Shakespeare’s Hamlet, so I was more than happy to change our plans. It wasn’t cheap, the 20-minute trip cost $160 NZD, but the bridge cost the same as the government controls the pricing so you don’t have much choice. You can see where your money goes – the ferry is very modern and comfortable, far more than it needs to be for the quick crossing.

From Helsingborg, we drove through to the town of Jönköping situated at the southern end of Sweden’s second largest lake, Vattern. We spent a couple of hours in the township before heading to our campsite 10kms away in the small community of Habo, nestled in the forest next to Lake Vattern. It was lovely to get away from cities and traffic and walk along the beach and through the forest without anyone else being around. Hopefully this is a taste of things to come during the rest of our Scandinavian adventure.

June 8, 2017May 27, 2018

Amsterdam to Hamburg

The Hague and Amsterdam

Our plan at this stage is to tour Scandinavia over summer and experience the midnight sun at Nordkapp in Norway, the northernmost point in Europe. With the aim of being there in early July the first part of our journey is focused on getting to Scandinavia while still making sure we do justice to the places we’re passing through and see as much as we can.

After leaving Brugge on June 5 we headed towards Amsterdam. I’ve always wanted to see The Hague and had heard the waterfront is worth a visit so I persuaded Mr. Love to stop there for lunch. This was easier said than done as traffic was horrific and the waterfront built up and crowded, not the place for a 7.45 metre-long campervan. We did eventually find a park and had our picnic overlooking the marina before heading into the centre for a stroll through this city of Peace and Justice. 2017 marks the centenary of the Dutch art movement De Stijl best known through the works of Piet Mondrian with his bold black grids filled with blocks of bright primary colours. The Hague has gone all out to celebrate Mondrian, turning buildings into giant replicas of his famous art and flying Mondrian styled flags along the streets. Retailers were getting into the spirit with shop window designs inspired by Mondrian, and even dresses in the windows of high fashion stores bearing the trademark print of this famous artist.

We arrived mid-afternoon in Amsterdam and settled in to Camping Zeeburg, a colourful camping ground located about 7.5km from the city centre. The place was a hive of activity, filled with young backpackers in tiny one-man tents as well, as families and couples in campers and caravans of all shapes and sizes. We knew we were in Amsterdam when greeted by the waft of “smoke”, a permanent presence around the camp. After setting up we cycled to Amsterdam and spent a few hours exploring the city before heading back to camp.

Overnight a storm hit with heavy rain and strong winds. The campervan felt like a boat being tossed around at sea. At 5am the wind still hadn’t abated and after listening to the awning flapping madly in the gale we decided it was best to get up and take it down. Semi-clothed and fighting the wind we successfully had the awning rolled up and back in place and as a reward got to see a dramatic red dawn sky – “red sky in the morning shepherds’ warning”.

After waiting for the weather to clear for most of the morning we decided to brave it, rug up against the cold wind, and cycle to town. First stop, the Van Gogh Museum where we were told the next available tickets were for the 4pm intake. We bought tickets and then cycled through the Old Towne to the Tulip Markets for lunch, after which we visited some of the local cheese shops for tastings of Gouda of all flavours imaginable.

I am great with maps and generally have good sense of direction, as Andrew would say; “very good for a girl”. But Amsterdam gets me, and Andrew too. It’s one of those cities that seems to send you in circles every time. We took an age trying to find Anne Frank’s house and with squalls of wind and rain constantly coming through navigation proved even harder. In a moment of frustration, I tried to take a short cut and cycled straight into an angry Dutchman. With my leg and pride bruised and a bit of confidence lost we managed to find our intended destination.

After visiting Anne Frank’s House, we headed back to the Van Gogh Museum to get there for the 4pm intake. Unsurprisingly we got horribly lost again, but enjoyed seeing some more picturesque residential streets filled with climbing roses and flower pots brimming with impatiens.

The Van Gogh Museum was a great experience, especially for a longtime fan like me. I thought I knew a lot about this artist after falling in love with his work at 15, but perhaps embarrassingly didn’t know he went through a Japanese phase, Fishing Boats on the Beach at Les Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer is now my new favourite. Within the museum was also an exhibition of Prints in Paris 1900, an amazing display of modern art prints including world-famous posters like Le Chat Noir and Le Moulin Rouge.

After a couple of hours in the museum we headed back to the campsite, arriving there just as the heavens opened, so we put aside any plans for a night on the town and hunkered down in the camper telling stories and listening to the rain on the roof.

Hamburg

To get to Hamburg the next day we drove 465 km in the pouring rain with heavy traffic and more trucks than you could ever imagine. Where are they all going?

Given the conditions, it was hard going for my driver, but he did a great job and only once managed to upset the locals when driving through roadworks and attempting to drive down a lane that had a width restriction of 2 metres, and being 2.3 metres without the mirrors we were inevitably squeezed to a halt. An angry truck driver got out of his vehicle and gave is a quick roadside lesson on measuring. Lesson learned.

After almost eight hours on the road we arrived at our campsite in Hamburg. Knaus Campingpark is in a woodland area 14km from central Hamburg, and funnily enough right beside IKEA. Despite having one of the world’s biggest homeware stores as your neighbour the setting is very pleasant, with plenty of trees and greenery, and each site surrounded by a privacy hedge.

Originally, we were only going to stay one night but as it took so long to get here we decided to stay two so we could spend a full day in the city, so the next morning we headed off to town via the extremely efficient and convenient public transport. For $20 NZD, we could get a day pass for two people giving us unlimited access to all public transport.

Hamburg is a beautiful city; wide streets, clean, a low-rise cityscape creating a feeling of openness, nice balance of historic and modern, laidback and cool populous with no one really in a rush and no crowds or visible queues, a seemingly very livable city.

After an enjoyable day walking the streets of Hamburg, taking in the history and admiring the architecture, both historic and modern, we headed back to the camping ground via a quick stop at IKEA to buy some essentials for our “home”.

It’s rained every day this week and the average high has been 15 degrees, so it’s not at all summery. However, the weather forecast looks like it’s finally clearing and warming up, perfect timing as we head north to Denmark tomorrow.

June 4, 2017May 27, 2018

Folkestone to Brugge

After leaving Walton on the Hill we headed south to Folkestone where Andrew was born, to catch up with family before leaving for the continent. Unfortunately, Andrew’s cousin Steve is terminally ill so it was a visit tinged with sadness as we said a final goodbye to him.

However, despite the situation it was great to catch up with family and revisit old haunts.

Folkestone was once a grand holiday destination for the wealthy. But since air travel made more attractive destinations easier to access, this once popular seaside town lost its appeal and over the years has become very run down. However, recently a local businessman has generously invested in the area and finally Folkestone is getting some much needed revitalisation, particularly to the beautiful waterfront area. The old historic pier is being restored to its former glory with eateries and bars opening, and areas for outdoor performances being created. There is still a lot of work to be done but the vision is there, and will certainly make this part of England more appealing to live in, especially given that with the new fast rail connection it is now just a 55-minute commute from London.

We made the most of the weather cycling along the waterfront from Folkestone, through Sandgate to the picturesque town of Hythe, one of a series of historic towns along the Kent coast known as Cinque Ports that were strategic defence points for England.

After two nights in Folkestone we boarded the ferry to Calais and finally felt like our European adventure was underway. First stop – Brugge.

Andrew had a mild moment of panic when we arrived at the campsite in Brugge as he had forgotten what camping grounds were like, with vans and tents close by and, god forbid, other people around. You would think that having made the decision to spend a year in a campervan you would have considered whether you liked camping or not. However, once we were set up and he’d had a cold beer he started to relax, and was soon befriending the neighbours.

The next morning, we cycled into the historic centre of Brugge, exploring the canals, cobbled streets and narrow lanes, and dodging the hordes of tourists that inundate this prominent UNESCO World Heritage Site to admire the architecture and absorb the history. A stop at the boulangerie for a baguette and it was home to the campsite for lunch before heading out again to further explore the canals by bike, and stop for well-earned Belgian beer.

Tomorrow we head to Amsterdam.

Tontine Street — The house flat where Andrew was born.

P1000312 — Andrew’s cousin’s son recently resurrected the business that his father and uncle started years before. The photos on his van paying tribute to the original owners are a great touch!

P1000328 — All set up for out first night camping.

P1000343 — The beautiful historic town of Brugge.

May 31, 2017May 27, 2018

Walton on the Hill

Although we always intended to stay in the UK for a week or so, the start of our European adventure has been delayed by a nasty cut on Andrew’s leg that became infected after swimming in the warm Persian Gulf. On doctor’s advice, we have waited out a week while antibiotics did their thing. Apart from a day trip to London last week we’ve spent the last ten days in and around Walton on the Hill enjoying the great hospitality of Andrew’s brother David and sister in-law Alison and their children Rhys and Cerys. Between servicing the van and stocking up on essentials we’ve found plenty of time for exploring the area, biking in the woods, and spending time with our UK family and appreciating village life in Surrey.
We stumbled upon the US Golf Open qualifying tournament at the local golf course so spent a few hours watching some great golf, including supporting Kiwi Ryan Fox through a few holes.
A bike ride to Epsom for lunch had us cycling across the famous Epsom Downs racecourse and stopping to watch the preparations for this weekend’s iconic Epsom Derby. As racing fans it might seem odd we’re not sticking around for this but we’ve seen it before and are champing at the bit to get on the road.
So, after a visit to the doctor today we’ve been given the all clear – tomorrow is the day we finally head off.

Andrew by the Blue Ball, Walton-on-the-Hill, Surrey

May 27, 2017May 27, 2018

London Day Trip 26/05/17

After most of the week comprising of arduous pre-trip preparation, and a particularly stressful few hours when we couldn’t work out why the water from the tank was pouring out as fast we were filling it, we decided to leave the campervan behind and take the train to London for the day. There were a couple of jobs to be done, a phone to buy and some other essentials, but most of the day was free to enjoy the colour and vibrancy of the city we both love to return to time and time again. A tourist attraction neither of us had visited before was an impromptu first stop after getting off the train at Victoria. The Royal Mews was well worth the visit. After emerging from the stables we wandered past Buckingham Palace with it’s heightened security presence, up through Hyde Park, down Oxford Street, Carnaby Street, down through Covent Garden, a stop in the sunshine in Trafalgar Square, then to Whitehall with the Horse Guards and Downing Street, past Big Ben and along the Thames crossing the Millennium Bridge to the Tate Modern and stopping for a beer at the Anchor Bankside. Then to the Borough Markets where we bought the most delicious ham, ewes cheese and ciabatta to have for dinner sitting beside the Thames, washed down with a Spanish Tempranillo drank out of paper cups. Then home on the train and a walk through the woods at dusk. The Fitbit read just on 20 kms by foot!

May 24, 2017May 27, 2018

Pre-Trip Preparation

Since arriving in London on Sunday we have been busy getting ready to set off on our road trip. First up the campervan needed a good scrub inside and out, then it was off shopping for bikes, bike rack, BBQ, outdoor furniture, duvet, wine glasses…the list was long and the bill was high, but you can’t spend a year on the road without some creature comforts. There have been a few frustrations trying to figure out how everything worked – neither of us are great at following instruction manuals so after a tantrum or two we decided to drive to a motorhome dealer and get them to give us a personal demo. Nothing beats being shown things first hand. Fantastic service thanks Johns Cross Motorhome and Camping Centre

Take a tour of our new home on wheels here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eKNNC_gU8YM

May 11, 2017May 27, 2018

We’re Roving!

Hi, I’m Louise. Welcome to our Travel Blog.

My husband Mr Love and I made the decision to give up our everyday lives in New Zealand, sell our house, leave our jobs, bid farewell to friends and family, and head to Europe to travel the continent by Campervan. We have no set plans nor timeline to stick to, and will let the road take us where it will.

This blog is a record of my experiences roving Europe with Mr Love.

I hope you enjoy following our adventures!