Now for the complicated bit. Sam's currently out in Magaluf or something with her glowsticks and whistle. She's gonna come out to play for a bit before hopping on a flight back to Blighty. There's a flight home booked from Verona, so Lake Garda is pretty inevitable.
Sam's not done a lot of Italy. In fact she's been once. And that was only for a quick morning coffee. Literally one coffee. We were camping in France a few years ago and woke up one morning with just an Alpine pass between us and great coffee. In, coffee, out. She therefore speaks less Italian than me. And I only know 'ciao'. But I swear that's all you need to know. It's never ever let me down so game on!
Sam's gonna fly back home and tag Catherine, who's gonna fly out and join me for a week or so. Dunno where, dunno when. Actually, given Catherine's past performance I honestly don't know how or if. Maybe Sam can help her find her passport and give her head a good shake while she's at it. And remind her that her car insurance has expired, just for good measure.
So then, what could possibly go wrong? I've got 3 weeks touring on a bike that's got a pretty high 'oops that's not supposed to happen' rate. I'll be joined at random intervals by my ex-wife and massively unreliable sister. At least I will be if all of the necessary flights happen to run as scheduled. And at least one of those flights is with Ryanair.
'You know, this is one of these times that I'm absolutely 100 million percent sure that you'd be doing the right thing. I can safely say that you definitely definitely won't regret doing that...'
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