Kieran Turner's photos with the keyword: and belgium road trip

Just a nice little village square. It was pretty quiet, and we sat outside the little café and took in village life for a while — unwinding with one of our last stops on our way home.

A somehow slightly strange scene. I'd stopped to take a picture of the windmill and the donkey when the man rushed out. I thought perhaps he was offended at the photo, but no: he proceeded to bring out his pigs and get them and the donkey closer so we could see them. Thanks, mister! We didn't actually exchange any meaningful words, even though it's so easy for Dutch and English speakers to make sense of each other. We just waved our cameras at him, and he waved his animals at us.

I wasn't too happy about this place.

Landie's brilliant Maggiolina roof tent, being demonstrated by Simon. The ladder is the standard steel one, later replaced by the lighter and more rigid (but more fiddly) aluminium one. The tent itself is now deceased, having taken the brunt of the impact from my inverted Toyota Land Cruiser. (And possibly also saving my head!) Photos of that uploading shortly (hence the updating of this comment!)

How very amusing.

Strictly "The International Criminal Court of the former Yugoslavia", where we went to see Milosovich, in Den Haag. I still have the stamp – albeit on a piece of paper – in my passport. It was a clinical kind of place, but I still found it fairly moving to be at a place where all the things we'd seen and heard of in Kosova were finally being aired and, for a few people at least, drawn to a close.

Our impromptu posse :) We'd been heading to Albania, but had to cancel this particular convoy . So we decided to use the ferry anyway and go to see Monte Carlo. But first, we were going to meet an Australian girl who'd been abandoned by her friend while back-packing: in Paris. On her birthday! We arranged to meet at the base of the Eiffel Tower. And we did! It turned out that she'd been fine though; rescued by some nice Finnish folks from her hostel. We ended up following them around the Netherlands instead — partly because of a festival, I seem to recall. Also caught a great festival in Paris, had lunch bought for us by the chief of police (in person), and also went to see Milosovich in Den Haag and met (and hung out and travelled with) the marvellous youth wing of the Dutch Socialist Party!