introduction
I want to start this entire venture off by stating that this is entirely Alfred's idea and it will probably die within two weeks.
As it remains, he's looking over my shoulder now, so I have to post something. Our intentions are to use this community that he made 'a long time ago' and yet refuses to tell me why as a blog log thing of our year-long trip around Europe. For those of you who aren't one of our close friends, I'm Arthur. Coming with me is Alfred, a cheesy sitcom actor, Toris, his manager, and Feliks, Toris's boyfriend. We're starting here in England. Really, the trip doesn't start until Monday, since Al's parents are still with us and I haven't left my home yet, but we bought a car and are taking the ferry to Spain then. Toris has auditions and hotels lined up at some places along the way, but not all the way. From the loose schedule I saw, it looks like we'll be camping out/finding random hotels along the way and wandering between our main stopping points, starting in Spain, through France, up through the corner of Italy and Switzerland through Germany, then Benelux, back to Germany, Denmark, Germany again, up through Poland and the Baltics before spending the spring months in Fenno-Scandinavia. It won't end up being a full year, since the plan is to be back in England by May, but it's close enough to feel like it.
Anyway. Hopefully my abysmal luck with journals and Al's short attention span won't backfire and render this the only post of this journal, and I will talk to you later, however small a number 'you' might be. For now, I said what I wanted to say, so I'm going to bed.
- Arthur
As it remains, he's looking over my shoulder now, so I have to post something. Our intentions are to use this community that he made 'a long time ago' and yet refuses to tell me why as a blog log thing of our year-long trip around Europe. For those of you who aren't one of our close friends, I'm Arthur. Coming with me is Alfred, a cheesy sitcom actor, Toris, his manager, and Feliks, Toris's boyfriend. We're starting here in England. Really, the trip doesn't start until Monday, since Al's parents are still with us and I haven't left my home yet, but we bought a car and are taking the ferry to Spain then. Toris has auditions and hotels lined up at some places along the way, but not all the way. From the loose schedule I saw, it looks like we'll be camping out/finding random hotels along the way and wandering between our main stopping points, starting in Spain, through France, up through the corner of Italy and Switzerland through Germany, then Benelux, back to Germany, Denmark, Germany again, up through Poland and the Baltics before spending the spring months in Fenno-Scandinavia. It won't end up being a full year, since the plan is to be back in England by May, but it's close enough to feel like it.
Anyway. Hopefully my abysmal luck with journals and Al's short attention span won't backfire and render this the only post of this journal, and I will talk to you later, however small a number 'you' might be. For now, I said what I wanted to say, so I'm going to bed.
- Arthur