A kiss in a cave

25th-28th Luxembourg, Luxembourg -26c sunny!

Wow what a day! Where do I start? Yesterday we spent most of the day travelling, it should have taken us 3 hours but with all the stops it took all day. I generally never travel during the day with the kids and yesterday was a healthy reminder why... Jackson cried most of the

way, wilson was always starving. we ended up

splitting the car seats; one front, one back so now I have to shout to talk to pete but anything is better than that crying...

We arrived at the campsite about six... Got the kids showered and changed, shoved them in the bike trailer and went to explore. First observations; Nice hot showers, clean bog, male receptionist that can't speak English (handy), lots of tall tree forests interspersed with high grown corn fields which caught me attention above all. I stopped skidded my bike right next to them (skill) they reminded me of so many films "Perhaps I'll run through it..." I thought, "...pretend there's something chasing me' (signs with mel Gibson). I'd love that, the

corn stalks are taller than me, but who would find me if I got lost,? could I get lost? The mice crushed the dream this time but one day.

Today we woke up early, it's was going to be lovely day:) we wanted to see the 26km medieval caves under the city and do general sightseeing for the day. The city was 6km from us we wanted to bike but was told it wasn't suitable for that and the bus was better at 6euros. We thought; How bad could it really be to bike?! So we biked in looking smug past the queue of bus lovers. Fast forward to pete shouting at me to 'just keep biking!" . We hit city traffic and a slip road onto a motorway, luxembourgs equivalent to m25. Crossing past this meant cutting up loads of fast traffic and I was already separated from pete and bottling it. 6 euros for bus? Ok I'll take it...considering that pete needed to buy a bike lock for 20euros (apparently I'm lucky he got one that cheap) and a must-needed saddle bag (17 euros..glup) for that one weatherproof lock and for our puncture repair kit (that we left in the van). No. seriously, we need these. ;)

I have to admit that the exchange rate of the euro is so bad on the pound that I've become slightly worried about our budget... My morals have changed and didn't feel at all bad the other day entering through the exit doors of the atomium in Brussels. It cost 25p to go for a wee... I'll find a bush thanks. I bet those little plump women sporting a furry beard pulling a face like a bulldog chewing on a wasp are raking it in. Why look so sad? It's not like u can smell shi'ne your buckles with brasso..." all day!

So we made it alive to Luxembourg and had a lovely lunch in the centre. Pete had his favourite dessert, 'ille flotant'. We have attempted to make this dish at home before and it just tasted of egg, this one tasted delicious .Wilson was trying to kill the infestation of wasps with petes steak flag and Jacko was chucking all his food offered off his new travel highchair, thankfully we were outside.Caves were mad, how did they do it? Petes comments were along the lines of "I wonder how many people died making these tunnels" and mine, "imagine if all the lights went out" wilson is a liability on the never-ending , concrete spiral stairs. He goes too fast and looses his foot regularly....insisting we "follow the leader" At one point the stairs had no lights and on approach smelt of wee. Cheap skates! "stink bum stairs" Wilson says. Jackie the little man never made a peep and is so mesmerised looking at everything from his little backpack.

.... And finally.... Yes we may have had a little kiss in a cave. The first kiss I felt nada but the second was rather nice!!!

Homeward bound and a few ice-creams later, we are exhausted and completely ready for crashing out in the pop up back at the van. Really didn't want to bike home. As pete belted up the kids, the stand on his bike gives way and smashes on the floor. A regular occurrence as it did it outside our van and landed on it (first dint) This time though it punctures his wheel! Stranded, the fun is only just beginning. We look to other parked bikes for a puncture repair kit. Tourist info give us directions to a shut down bike shop. It's 6pm and everywhere shutting. I'm thriving off this kind of adventure, although not enjoying crying children again. Last call of desperation I shout 'excuse me' to professional-looking cyclist... Who happens to be called eddie, who owns a car with a bike rack... Who took us home. Nice one Eddie. Whatta guy;)

I've got a migraine. Off to bed;)

PS Wilson hit it off in the park and made a girl friend today, her name is Rosanna, shes is five. They kept waiting for each other in the park morning and night. He asked me to get her email address. Love him xxx

PPS If ur trying to call me, call Petes phone...hes the one with package deal not me as I thought originally:)