The Two Fit Birds Blog
11 November 2008
*IMPORTANT PRE BLOG MESSAGE*
Since our return to the UK, it has come to our attention that our 2 Fit Birds email address, info@2fitbirds.com, has not been working. Many people sent emails to this address while we were away which we never received. We apologise for this and would have loved to of received and responded to any such emails. As an alternative, please contact us on the following addresses:
hmderbs@hotmail.com and karenfingerhut@hotmail.com – We would love to hear from you.
11 November 2008
After reflecting on our irresponsible behaviour on the flight into Australia, we sensibly decided to curb our alcohol consumption on the flight from Brisbane to Singapore. Anyway that was over 6 weeks ago and in that time we had matured considerably. We were now two respectable thirty something English women setting foot in a continent we had never been to before. Asia.
We stayed in Singapore for three days and we loved it. Very clean, very modern and everyone there seemed to be semi-professional models. In comparison we decided that we looked like a pair of scruffy European birds, who were low on cash and who had been trolling around the rest of the world for seven months whilst hand washing the few clothes they had managed to stuff into a sixty five litre rucksack. Oh wait a minute, that’s exactly what we were!
Our hotel in Singapore was slap bang in the middle of the red light district. Fine by day but a bit seedy by night. When walking back to the hotel after dark, Karen’s advice of “only look straight ahead” was well heeded. We couldn’t help but wonder what a bit of top totty like us would fetch on these streets.
From Singapore we decided that we would go by train through the rest of Malaysia on our way to Thailand. On our salubrious train journey to Bangkok we visited Kuala Lumpur and Penang Island, staying at each for a few days. Both places were a fabulous melting pot of different cultures, history and food. They were stuffed full of fabulous scenery, amazing architecture, Buddhist Temples and Islamic Mosques.
Three days after arriving in Bangkok, we were whisked away by our trusty, cheeky bike guide Noom and our smiley driver and mechanic Vee (pronounced Wee), to start our ride around the River Kwai in rural Thailand. Our experience over the six days bike ride was truly unforgettable. We found ourselves in the most surreal situations. We were taught traditional Thai dancing by locals at a Thai party that we gate crashed, we sang karaoke with the staff of a hotel we were staying in, we played snooker at a Thai farm in the middle of nowhere and we swam in the most amazing waterfalls. The wildlife was awe inspiring. A giant Gecko decided to join us for dinner one evening and Karen found a rather interesting spider taking a nap in her bike helmet one morning.
One thing that became apparent to us whist we were away is that we would find ourselves doing things that we would never dream of doing back home. We didn’t think twice about boarding a 50cc scooter without helmets, to dart through the busy streets of Bangkok at what seemed like warp speed. We were impressed at our feat of getting three adults on one small scooter until we saw a Thai family of four on a scooter opposite us at a busy intersection. Another woman was happy to bottle feed her baby whilst sitting side saddle as her husband negotiated their scooter through the crazy Bangkok traffic.
Events took an unfortunate turn for the worse in Thailand. The day we were due to fly out to Hong Kong, protestors had stormed and forced closure of the city’s main airport. Tourists were advised for their safety to avoid being around certain areas in the city and to avoid the airport at all costs. We were stranded. As the days passed more of Thailand’s airports were closed and thousands of tourists were up a certain creek without a certain paddle. Including us.
We were in a more fortunate position than most though. We weren’t stranded at the airport without our luggage, we hadn’t run out of cash, we had guaranteed accommodation and we were in contact with both out travel agent and airline company. We made the executive decision to travel back into Malaysia to catch a flight from Kuala Lumpur (KL) to Beijing. We needed to be in Beijing by the 3rd Dec to meet up with our tour group to travel on the Trans Mongolian / Siberian railway to Russia.
By this time there were thousands of tourists making mad dashes to get out of Thailand. Amidst rumours of Islamic terrorists causing trouble at the borders and the dodgy Thai tourist companies selling seats for transport that they didn’t have, we bought two bus tickets from Bangkok to KL. The Thai tourist company who sold us the tickets informed us that two busses would get us to KL in twenty one hours. In reality, two coaches, one mini bus and one tuk tuk eventually got us to our destination in thirty six hours. Thank goodness we spent the whole trip travelling with two Mancunian lovelies called Frankie and Rob.
After our momentous journey in to Malaysia, we finally caught our flight via Hong Kong to Beijing. Oh my God!!!! How cold was Beijing!!!! We went from an oppressive, humid forty degrees Celsius in Malaysia to a biting, wind chilled minus ten in China. Our rucksacks practically became empty as we threw on every layer we could get our hands on. We met up with our tour group and spent two splendid days in Beijing before catching our first train to Mongolia. Karen was hoping that the food in Mongolia would be a bit more appetizing than the food options in China, which included testicles, donkey and dog meat. On our return to the UK, Karen’s mum and dad informed us of a text that she had sent them without spell checking it beforehand. It read: “we don’t think much of this Peking Fuck.”
After our first train journey we fell in love with our tour group as we realised we were all a bunch of aspiring alcoholics. There was Grahame and Isabel on the Glenlivet, Mike and Julie on the Lancelot, Amanda and Jen on the Jim Beam, Julie on the Balentines and Heather, Karen, little H and Tuya on the Vodka. We were a lively, rowdy bunch to say the least.
We arrived in Mongolia to daytime temperatures of minus twenty degrees Celsius. Our hotel was lovely, new and most importantly warm. We had a feast for breakfast including chocolate biscuits and cake. We then set off into the Mongolian sticks for a two night stay on a Ger Camp in traditional Mongolian felt tents. The tents were very spacious and cosy and had a wood fire burning in the centre. We shared our tent with little H from Oz and Rick from America.
As we sat down with our tour group for dinner the first night of camp, the conversation moved on to the practicalities of keeping the fire burning all night in order to keep us wussy westerners warm. Our smiley Mongolian tour guide, Tuya, told us not to worry. She told us that a camp employee would enter our Gers every three hours to take care of our fires. It was for this reason she told us not to lock our doors at night. Karen was mortified at this prospect. It was at this point, whiles everyone was tucking in to their dumplings, that she decided to state clearly, with considerable volume, “I won’t be leaving my door unlocked for some stranger to come in and stoke my fire”.
The two nights we camped at the Ger were very special. Maybe a tad cold, but we had Vodka for that.
Back on board the train we went for a two night trip to Siberia. What a beautiful journey and what fabulous people we were sharing with. Karen shared a cabin with Julie, Jen and Amanda, the bubbly Australian ladies who we suspected were on laughing gas. Heather shared her cabin with Jane, Michael and their twenty one year old daughter Heather. We affectionately called her Little H.
On the first night and after one too many Lancelot’s, Jane and Michael retired to their cabin where the two H’s had sensibly tucked themselves in to bed for the night. We were all just dropping off when Michael launched a mission to force open our locked cabin window with the handles of two strategically placed butter knives. The window wasn’t for budging but this only strengthened his resolve. It had now become a cabin team mission to get some fresh air in to our stiflingly hot, alcohol whiffing cabin. We finally triumphed and Michael treated us to some loud and slurry Scottish folk songs until one o’clock in the morning. This whole malarkey was punctuated by random visits from Grahame and Isabel who were in the cabin next door. They hadn’t been drinking Lancelot but the far superior Glenlivet. At one point Isabel wrenched open our cabin door whilst speaking what appeared to be gobbledegook and folding her bed sheets. Seconds later along came Grahame with his camera to show us random photographs of bottles of alcohol.
You’ll be surprised to what lengths people go to entertain themselves when journeying over 3500 miles on a train. When it was too early to start drinking, Jen and Amanda came up with the idea to hide the sweets that they had stolen from our previous accommodation in Siberia, systematically throughout Julie’s belongings. Locations included Julie’s Balentines bottle, Julie’s socks, Julie’s crocks and under Julie’s pillow to mention a few. What didn’t make sense, is when Julie found these sweets (and after several minutes of raucous laughing), she gave them right back to Amanda and Jen, apparently oblivious to the fact that they would use them again to hide in ever more ingenious and novel locations.
The last few days of our trip were spent in Moscow and St Petersburg. We saw the beautiful sights, we drank the Vodka, we ate Beef Stroganoff and Borscht with the locals, we even had a nasty experience with a dish we named Chernobyl Chicken. We couldn’t have asked for anything more.
We shared a flight back to London with the Youngs and the Skeates and the alcohol was flowing.
Big thanks go out to the following people for making the last three weeks of our trip fabulous.
Tuya ‘I’m not really a lolly person’
Rick ‘Gag me with a spoon’ Sowadsky
Michael ‘I’d sleep with Tony Blair’ Young
Isabel ‘Are there any shops round here’ Skeates
Jane ‘Michael, Michael shut up’ Young
Grahame ‘Has anyone seen my hat’ Skeates
Heather ‘Tickly knees’ Young
Julie ‘I want my B’ Edwards
Amanda ‘Yeah but no but yeah’ Glassop
Jen ‘No but yeah but no’ Martin
So what next for The Two Fit Birds? The adventure continues. For our next challenge in 2009, watch this space ………………………
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K & H in KL Islamic Mosque
Sore bums
Karens helmet spider
Fresh out of a waterfall
Our guide and mechanic, Noom, Vee, K & H
K & H at the Great Wall Of China
Our train 'Trans Siberian Railway'
Our Gers
Morning stroll
The Train Gang
H & K, Tuya and Russian train attendant
Going home
Back home
21 July 2008
The next chapter in the travels of Heather and Karen. There's so much to tell.
Before we arrived in to South America on the 13th June, we had a lovely few days in Madrid with Karen's parents. It was great to meet up with family from back home. During our stay in Madrid, we had a stressful experience involving a team of professional pickpockets on the Metro. They managed to swipe our passports, credit cards, driving licenses and spare currency. OH MY GOD. We were due to fly to Brazil the next day on a tight schedule to be in Peru a week later to start the Inca Trail. We can't describe to you the feelings of despair, helplessness and panic, as the realisation of what now lay ahead of us set in. Our plans, at least in the short term, were completely ruined. It was at this point that we had our 2nd and biggest stroke of luck on the holiday. After about 20 minutes of having our things stolen, on the floor of the Metro station, lay all our belongings minus only the cash. HOW LUCKY WERE WE! Later over a large Brandy, we worked out that the thieves had only stolen 20 Euros from us and a few Dollars. PHEW!
Thank you to mum and dad (Pam and Alan) for being there and supporting us during our terrible ordeal. Without you, the experience would have been so much worse. What a pair of stars, we love you both to bits.
We finished the Inca Trail in Peru on the 29th June and it was a truly amazing experience. Again, we met lots of lovely people from all corners of the world. The views from the Peruvian mountains were breathtaking. Unfortunately, just as breathtaking were the standing, hole in the floor toilets in the campsites!. Karen couldn't find a plug anywhere for her hair straightners..... On the 2nd night of the trail, the temperatures plummeted to minus 3 degrees Celsius. We were smuggling serious peanuts that night in our season 2 sleeping bags. The next day over breakfast, everyone informed Heather that they heard her, at 1am, tell Karen that she was 'BLOODY FREEZING' Nothing is sacred on a campsite.
Before we arrived in Lima, we'd heard lots about the effects of altitude sickness and after a few hours of arriving in the country, we were both feeling some of the symptoms. Nausea, headaches, breathlessness and muscle fatigue. We resigned ourselves to the fact that we might well be suffering from altitude sickness. As a result we decided that we should rest and take it easy climbing stairs and walking around. It wasn't until that night when we had our first meeting with our Inca Trail team, that someone mentioned that we were at sea level. We felt even more stupid for thinking we had altitude sickness when we had actually been to the beach that day. DOH!
South America is a truly amazing continent, full of beautiful scenery and friendly people. Rio De Janeiro is like no city we have ever visited and Sao Paulo is just vast. They say twice the size of New York. After what happened to us in Madrid, along with what we have read in books about South America, we entered the continent with a little apprehension and paranoia about safety. From our experiences, we have concluded that you shouldn't judge a country/continent based on your expectations and norms of what is home.
We've been in North America for nearly 3 weeks now. We've posed with the beautiful in the Florida Keys and Miami. We've consumed bagels, cheesecake and Cawffeeee in New York. We've had a word with George about his foreign policies in Washington and we've drunk Guinness and listened to Jazz and Blues in Chicago.
Thanks to Sarah and Becky for you excellent company in New York over our fun packed 3 days together. It's a good job we were in New York at the same time as you, otherwise whose hotel toilet would you have used during your stay!?
Over the next 6 weeks we plan to do a Thelma and Louise from the East to the West coast of North America. That's Thelma and Louise in the girls road trip sense, not the armed robbery, police chase and drive your car off a cliff sense.
Check back to the blog over the coming weeks for more crazy updates.
Until then this is the 2 Fit Birds over and out.
xx
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After one too many cocktails with S&B in NY
View from top of Rockerfella of Empire State Building
Drinking cocktails with S&B in NY
Our Inca Trail trek team
H&K in Rio De Janeiro
Mum and Dad (Pam and Alan) in Madrid
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13 June 2008
Karen with the Bimbo
Karen and her hair straigtners
Heather with her own sink
Heather and her manky camino feet and rash
Heather with Claude at the border of Gallicia and Leon
The view from O´Cebreiro at 7am
Only 22km to go
Karen on the stage from Ponferrada
A foggy start on our final days walk
We made it
Our Pilgrim friends celebrating in Santiago
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03 June 2008
Well we finally arrived in to Santiago. Wey hey! After setting off on the 27th April. It took us 36 days to reach our destination. We had many ups as well as the occasional downs.
After the blisters stopped us for 4 days in Pamplona, sickness and diarrhoea stopped us for 5 days in Pomferrada. We started to wonder whether we should just completely avoid all the towns beginning with a ´P´. Fortunately the hostel we checked in to in Pomferrada, whilst we were ill, had cable TV. We watched numerous films in dubbed Spanish, so many in fact that we should really be speaking fluent Spanish by now.
For several days all we could eat and keep down was bread, jam and bananas. The bread we were eating was called Bimbo which was quite a source of amusement. 5 days in a hostel watching films and eating Bimbo started to turn us slightly mad. At one point we go so bored we learnt as many rude words from our Spanish phrase book that we could find. If anyone needs to know what testicles, penis and breasts are in Spanish then just get in touch. When we were finally fit enough to get back on the Camino we had 9 stages to go to get to Santiago.
As we were now completely fluent in Spanish we caught on the news that May 2008 had been the wettest in Spain since 1999. Good job we had packed our waterproofs as we had rain on each of our last 9 stages. Karens hair straightners had never been so busy.
During one memorable stage from a village called Triacastella to a town called Sarria, we were up and walking as usual for 8am. At least an hour in to the walk, whilst tucking in to our fabulous breakfast of dried french stick and a banana, Heather realised that she had left both Pilgrims passports (essential pilgrim documents, in order to stay at certain places) all our route plans and our train tickets from Santiago to Madrid in our hostel. DOH! Walking back nearly 10km just wasn´t an option. At that moment a red transit van with several German pilgrims in it pulled up. They took Karen back to Triacastella whilst Heather sat by the road finishing breakfast. In 20 mins Karen was back with all the documents and on our merry way we went. How lucky was that.
That same day 2 hours later and against Karens better judgment we followed the camino signs off road. Well, it turned out to be the route from hell. Mud up to the top of our boots, puddles up to our knees and overgrown grass up to our chests. At one point, on a narrow ledge and on the verge of losing her balance, Karen decided to grab hold of the most substantial thing she could find to keep her balance. A nettle stalk, LOL. She received quite a nasty and smarting handful of stings. Her language was choice.
On the advice of Karen to just 'go through the middle' of a flooded area, Heather sunk several inches in to steaming swamp. It took more than 3 whole days foe her boots to dry out properly.
After finally arriving in to town of Sarria and chatting to several other pilgrims, we found out that nobody else had taken that route. We wondered why!
We fly in to Brazil from Madrid on the 15th June and a week later we fly in to Peru to climb the Inca Trail. We will update our blog after then. No doubt there will be plenty more shenanigans to report.
Until then this is the 2 fit birds signing off
K&H
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14 May 2008
Hi everyone
Well, our first 2 and a half weeks have certainly been eventful. So far we have averaged 18 miles per day on the Camino De Santiago, starting from Saint Jean Pied De Port. We are currently in the Spanish city of Burgos.
To begin with the weather was fabulous. Unfortunately, for the last few days we have been walking in the rain. Some days for 8 hours without it stopping at all.
We have had several setbacks that have either stopped us walking completely or severely slowed us down. These setbacks include Tendonitis, Bursitis, Sciatica, having to go to the hospital to get blisters treated and having to dry out the entire contents of our rucksacks. Apart from that, the walking has been great, the scenery has been fabulous and we have met many marvellous people along the road from all over the world.
We can´t quite believe how well we have adapted to sleeping in dormitories with up to 100 other people who endlessly fart and snore all night. The changes in us are slight but on reflection over a cafe con leche has made us giggle. These slight changes include us both wearing our socks with our sandals (of which we swore we would never do) Karen not wearing any mascara, Heather wearing T-shirts tucked in to her trousers and us both being tucked up in bed for 9.30pm! Oh how we HAVE changed.
The Camino is much busier than usual with an estimated 10,000 more Germans alone than last year. As you can imagine the rush for the beds at the next pilgrims hostel on route is quite a scramble. This has sometimes been quite stressful.
Due to the rain certain parts of the Camino are flooded and un-walkable. Over these stretches we have walked along main roads. Unfortunately some roads were too dangerous to walk along so we forced to get a bus to the next village. There were many soggy pilgrims on that bus with long faces.
Tomorrow (14/5/08) we set off (hopefully with the sun shining.... but the words FAT and CHANCE spring to mind), to a village called Hontanas where dos grande vino tinto´s await us. :0).
Until next time, this is the 2 Fit Birds saying Adios and Buen Camino. XXX
Having a brew at 6.30am on the way Estella
Saint Jean Pied De Port
Sandals and socks!!!!!!
Just out of Pamplona
Karens blisters
On the road to Santiago
Karen looking sad due to blisters
Yummy again ..... another Omelette sandwich
Yummy ....... Omelette sandwich
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22 April 2008
Well, only 3 days to go until we fly into France to commence our 3rd challenge. The 500-mile walk from the French Pyrenees to Santiago in North West Spain should take us 6 weeks to complete. Bring it on!
We want to say a big thank you to all the people who took part in the Guinness World Record attempt at Woodbank Park Athletics Stadium on Sunday 13th April. There were 41 pairs in total and we managed to raise £547 for When You Wish Upon A Star. Check out the pics below for some great photos of the day.
There have been some delays with getting the relevant evidence to Guinness World Records for them to judge and hopefully award us with the official record. Watch this space for updates.
The mass participation 3-legged race was not only great fun but also a true success and we hope to turn the event into an annual occurrence. How great would it be if we could set a new world record every year while raising money for a good cause?
On Wednesday 16th April, Martin took us to Yorkshire for a final preparatory 18-mile walk and navigational test before the start of our walk to Spain. To say the walk was a bit of a disaster would be an understatement. We were doing fine until we thought we were so good that we didn’t need to check our compass bearings anymore and walked about 2 miles in completely the wrong direction. Doh! We did manage to navigate our way back to meet Martin but by that time we had lost the will to live and settled for a butty and a pint in the local pub. Oh well!
We are going to do a trial rucksack pack today to see how heavy our kit is. Like a typical pair of birds we have probably emptied about 50% of the stock from our local chemist. You know, just in case. We may actually need the sterile eye patch, surgical gloves and syringes….
We will be getting ourselves to internet cafes all around the world to update our blog and gallery page so please come back and take a look.
Until next time - This is the 2 Fit Birds, over and out. xx
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6 April 2008
What an adventure we had in London. We were both nursing hangovers during the train journey to the capital on Saturday but by the time we got there everything was hunky dory.
We checked into the hotel, which was just a short tube ride from Canary Wharf Tower. This enabled us to be up bright and breezy on the Sunday and get over to the tower for the pre climb brief at 9.30am.
Before we knew it, we were down in the basement of the tower with our timekeepers, Sarah and Becky, ready for the off. We all looked very bizarre in our protective clothing and fitness attire. Thank goodness the general public couldn’t see us…..
3, 2, 1 and were we off, leaving behind us the comforting voices of our witnesses and health and safety team as we scaled the first few steps of our ascent up the stair case of the UK’s tallest building. “Don’t forget,” the voice of Damien, our safety advisor, rang in our ears, “Once you are climbing the stairs, just carry on until we see you at the top.”
How hard could that be? Up the first flight we went, through a door. Ok, so where do we go now? There was a locked door to the left, a locked door to the right and an arrow pointing us down a corridor that read “This Way.” After a couple of seconds deliberation between the four of us we decided to follow the arrow. Through another door we went and into the shopping mall packed full of Sunday shoppers we found ourselves! Ooops!
After spending 5 minutes trying to locate our position and enduring the strange looks of local shoppers thinking “what on earth are these crazy northern birds doing,” we communicated our mishap to our climb team and found ourselves back in the basement for a take 2.
We were off again. This time going through the correct door to the rest of the stairs up the mammoth tower. All was a blur of excitement until the 20th floor. We were feeling good and we were eating the stairs up like nobodies business. 25th floor now, half way through and starting to feel the strain. Sarah and Becky were great shouting encouragement all the way up. Floor 30, floor 40. We were breathing through more than just our mouths at this point that’s for sure! Floor 50, only 4 more flights to go to the very top of the building. We stomped up to the finish at the cusp of anaerobic threshold in just 14 minutes and 34 seconds. We felt truly fabulous.
Check out the site for our pictures.
Until next time - This is the 2 Fit Birds, over and out. xx
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1 April 2008
We simply can’t believe that there are only 26 more days before we leave the country for our round the world fundraising trip. Woo hoo!
Our first challenge is in 5 days and the training is hotting up. For about 6 weeks now we have been doing an intense circuit-training programme to enhance our speed, agility and quickness to prepare for our Guinness World Record attempt climbing three legged up Canary Wharf Tower in London. The first time we did the proramme we were both walking around like John Wayne for about 7 days due to our muscle soreness. Not the most feminine way to walk around on a night out wearing a cocktail dress we can tell you!
For health and safety reasons, we have to wear helmets, knee, wrist and elbow pads during our climb up Canary Wharf Tower. We look like something out of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles when we are all kitted up! Watch this space for updated photos on the website. 2 of our best pals, Sarah and Becky, are coming to London with us to be our official timekeepers during our record attempt. They thought it was really funny when they saw us dressed up in our protective clothing. (We had to have a dress rehearsal of course). The laughing soon subsided though when we told them that they had to wear the protective kit too!
Pop back to the site next week to find out how our attempt went.
Don’t forget to get your entry forms in for the mass participation Guinness World Record attempt at Woodbank Park in Stockport on the 13th April, these can be found on our Help us Set a World Record Web Page. Alternatively you can enter on the day.
Until next time, this is the 2 Fit Birds over and out. xx
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27 February 2008
We couldn’t have wished for a nicer day to complete the Fairfield Horseshoe on Sunday 10th February. After having a brew in Ambleside and purchasing some Cornish Pasties for Scooby Snacks along our walk, we set off with a vengeance up Nab Scar. We can’t stress enough how gorgeous the day was for the whole of this walk. No wind creating bad hair, no soggy peat bogs for Heather to fall into and not a drop of rain to make our mascara run! It was a wee bit chilly and we did smuggle a few peanuts along the way but what a great day it was!
We were at the Lakes again with Martin on the 20th February, this time for a serious 3 solid days walking. Time to try out our new boots and rucksacks ready for our hike through France and Spain. We covered 43 miles over 3 days and walked some lovely routes that took us through Elterwater, Langdale, Borrowdale, Keswick and Grassmere. The weather was absolutely pants. Thank god for Gor-Tex.
We think it necessary to mention just a few of the bizarre conversations we all had those few days walking. What constitutes a good raspberry in terms of sound, length and pitch? (The ones you blow not the ones you eat…) If you could name a mountain in the Lake District in honour of yourself, what would you name it? (In the case of Martin, we decided on Camel Craggs, as he never drinks any water). Would a bag that was a cross between a bum bag and a rucksack be called a bum sack?
Obviously all this fresh air, rain, walking and Old Peculiar ale supping was effecting us.
Until next time, this is the 2 Fit Birds over and out. xx
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6 February 2008
After we were both struck down with “The Christmas Bug,” training is now back in full swing.
In preparation for our 500 mile trek in Europe, our training at the moment is very much focused on the walking aspect of our fitness. We have to be match fit to put in between 15-20 miles per day for 5 weeks.
With this in mind, on Sunday 27th January, our trusty walking trainer, Martin, took us on a short-ish 10 mile walk near Castleton to get our walking legs back. After he informed us it may be “a little windy,” we found ourselves in 75mph gusts along the ridge leading to Mam Tor. When we reached the Tor, we ended up rolling around on our hands and knees at the summit for a short while before we found our feet and managed to descend the stairs and return to the car. We decided it was great fun but it left us with very bad hair!
We are looking forward to walking the Fairfield Horseshoe on Sunday 10th February. We have asked Martin to order in a nice clear day with a refreshing light breeze. If no light breeze, then we have our emergency alice bands at the ready.
Until next week, this is the 2 Fit Birds over and out. x
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