How 𝘕𝘖𝘛 to travel Europe #2 – Scooters + Mountains = Pain

How 𝘕𝘖𝘛 to travel Europe #2 – Scooters + Mountains = Pain


Well, this is where we rested our heads. We still don’t really know what this room is, but all I do know is It’s very spidery. Look at this place. We’re still very much in the grounds of the Chateau just a Stone’s throw
from these buildings, but we really don’t know what this building is. What’s its purpose? Either way, it was our bedroom last night, so Look at it. Greg: Look at it. We could have had a room each I mean We could have had a room each. Yeah. Thanks to some last minute negotiations the night before today would be a crucial day. firstly we had to get to a town called Brig where we had two child scooters waiting for us, Courtesy of our next subscriber, Leo with these scooters we planned to hitchhike up to the dizzying heights of the Simplon Pass before rolling 15 miles down to the Italian border. Dangerous? Probably, but we badly needed not to die during that because waiting for us further downstream
was another young man called Ayrton who had an even bigger treat for us in store for us in the shape of two old kayaks. It was imperative that we reached Ayrton by nightfall, for everyone’s sake before kayaking off towards the colossal Lake Maggiore where we aimed to find ourselves another innovative place to sleep. Yah. Safe to say today was a tall order. So, although we would have quite liked to have figured out what the hell this place was, we had to get moving. Let’s get out of here. oh my god We quickly freshened ourselves up, and headed
on down into town for some breakfast and planning, which began with an unexpected text from Leo who we were planning to meet in Brig. This is his text. So, I’ve just stashed the two
scooters safely in a locker of Brig’s train station. The locker number is 125 and you’ll
find the key by going left when entering through the main entrance and walking up to the photo
box thing. Presumably he means like where you take your passport photos, the key is
inside a fisherman’s friend mint packet in the crack between the wall and the left box
thing. Yeah, that’s it. So, whether we’ll find that, whether it’s still there, whether
a member of staff, like a cleaner has just took that, who knows? But that’s what we’re faced with. The other worrying thing is the weather down on the Italian side of the pass where we’re meant to be kayaking down a river is apparently, according to the guy who’s
supplying the kayaks, very windy and stormy. So, that could also be a problem. So off we headed to Sierre Train Station. Shut up. I was hopeful. I mean, if we could convince this woman it was nighttime. Bonsoir. Bonsoir. Bonjour i mean. Then surely we could convince some bald ticket man not to give us a fine. We are actually a bit nervous now because the trains are a lot smaller than we thought they’d be. Very compact and very intimate but we’re just going
to play dumb and just be like, “Oh the lady in the bnb said we could pay on the train.”
I don’t know. Our plan was to spot the ticket guy, head to the other side of the train and sit there obliviously. What, you saw him? Yeah. Fuck it, we’re both going to the toilet That plan lasted long. I might have a shit mate Great. But our new lavatory-based plan seemed solid
enough. Every minute that passed, it felt less and less likely that we’d be rumbled until off-camera, we heard a loud firm authoritative knock on the thin toilet door followed closely
by some stern words. And you didn’t have to speak much French to figure out what they meant. Quickly, Greg thought on his feet and took action while I stayed hidden. Greg: Pardon? No no, carry on (French) was it the ticket man? We’re going to get off
at the next stop – Visp. because it’s getting hot. As soon as we heard the first announcement
for Visp Greg boldly opened the toilet door to leave. with the coast clear, he headed
over to wherever the ticket man wasn’t. And as the train came to an absolute stop, I followed. here we go It seemed we’d got away with it again with only a few dodgy looks my end and one woman near Greg who had alerted the ticketman of his toilet exit. Yeah, I just walked out of the carriage as
fast as I could and hid on the side and i was like, “Well, you should be all
right now because you’re on your own.” Yeah, yeah. Yeah. I think we did well to get
out of that one alive, to be honest. But it’s hitchhike time again, I guess. Hitchhike time. Unless we walk, I don’t know. Well, there’s
the sign to Brig, so that’s a start. It looks like with that one train stop, that very terrifying
train stop, we’re now in German territory. This meant that Greg was now effectively useless
at communicating with people and I was suddenly useful. At least with the discovery of this
ring, he now had the ability to propose to a beautiful woman. Propose to a girl with
it. It’s got to be done, mate. We waited for 23 minutes before Rafaella, a 58 year old interior designer, invited us into her car where my German skills
were already being put to the test. and you? do you speak german? small i come from england, and he- Wales. Wales. Wales? Wales, yeah. Lesson one, where are you from? Lesson two,
discuss the complex issue of the migrant crisis in Europe It’s not so easy but its also not so hard, the world is a big place… some other german… now, where did you want me to drop you for hitchhiking? Lovely lady Rafaella, but she’s dropped us
off in Brig. Now, let’s see if we can find this elusive mysterious fisherman’s friend packet. Look, there is a photo booth. Greg: what did he say though, go up the stairs from where? Okay, we’re going to need to get the phone
out. We need to get the map out. Right. Oh, he’s just texted me saying, “Oh,
don’t worry. They don’t usually control that line.” Bullshit Leo. They do. Right. What
did he actually say? The key is inside fisherman’s friend mint packet in the crack between the wall and the left box thing. The left. Here mate, theres a crack between
the wall, here Oh God. Okay. Get the
spiderwebs off. Leo, you’re a legend mate. We went off in search of the lockers like
two excitable year sevens on their first day at school. Fuckin’ hell It’s the Chuckle Brothers. Oh, here they are, mate. To me, to you But just like a year seven, I had some difficulty opening it. ah for ff- the correct key oh correct? err It took the teachings of an older wiser man
to guide me towards success. aha thanks, thanks Oh boy. And then proceed to laugh at our possessions. Well, Leo, if you’re watching this, which I hope you are, cheers man. That’s ingenious. And with that, we bid our old master lock pick farewell. Ciao And shot out onto the sun baked tarmac,
wheels pointing straight for the mountains. We continued North along the smooth slate
footpaths of Brig’s shopping district. How’s everyone doing is everyone alright? Before popping out on the
picturesque cobbles at the town square. Where we guzzled down pints of fresh
mountain water from the fountain. Just after this, but before this, wow, we’d actually
scooted past Rafaella confusing the shit out of her most likely. that’s just lovely, isn’t it? And before too long, we’d reached the point
at which the mountain road sprouts away from the edge of town. Ahoi there sir. The ideal
place for us to hitch what was our most important ride yet. That smells good man. That smells
good. Cheese. Cheddar cheese. Nice bit of cheese in the morning We had contemplated sneaking into this water
park, but decided that neither of us could bear the idea about only potential lift driving
past while we were in there. Overcautious? Well, what actually happened was even more farfetched, but we’ll get to that. With our kebab shop pizza box lid, which we found in
a bin, we began what I thought would be a straightforward hitchhike. Italy, here we come. Well, there aren’t as many cars on this road,
but I’m hoping that in this remote mountain location, they’re more likely to stop. But as the minutes rolled by, so did the cars. And as you watch these clips, you can actually see the hope drain from our faces. It wasn’t long before we found ourselves wishing we’d
asked that bloke at the bus stop for some of his chongy cheddar to help pass the time. I’ve had enough of this bollocks mate. Let’s
just get the bus. This is slow moving. For some reason, there’sa hell of a lot of buses, but no one seems to be traveling towards the Simplon Pass. Don’t really know why, there’s hardly … This is the way. We found out, we’ve asked people, this is the way. There’s no Italian cars. There’s no Italian number plates, so it’s
quite confusing. How about this guy? No, we’re not going up there, see. Sometime later, Greg asked a local man if he could look at his Google Maps to see if there was a better spot
anywhere nearby. And the upshot was that there was. So, let’s walk up, there’s a join
onto that road. We need to go there. Let’s do it. Yeah. A trek in this searing heat and with this
little sleep was a grim thought, but the cool mist from this water gun and the prospect of a naughty shortcut got us going again. We’re going to cut up here I think. Scooters in hand. One thing Greg and I had taken from our younger days was that even the briefest of missions could throw up a surprise. And in the middle of this confusing little patchwork of fields, we stumbled across a shrine, a shrine to our childhood. Mate. Yeah. That’s sick. wicked. Love it. We’d have been well proud of this mate when we were 13. it’s a nice one isn’t it We made good use of our newly claimed den by scouting out the least trespassy route ahead. I think it’s gardens on the left, but
I think on the right we can get through. Yeah, you’re pretty low mate. Before popping back out on the road 20 minutes later than we would have done if we’d have just followed it. Then… …an issue the layout of the junction itself offered no chance for cars to pull over, meaning we were effectively stuck back on the same road as we were on before. No, that’s no good. Getting stranded here in the Rhone Valley
was now in my mind, a big possibility, but it wasn’t an option; because over in Italy, Ayrton and his pals were getting ready to spend- -the entire afternoon carrying out two kayaks over a kilometre down to the river from his house. There was no way we were letting these
kids down. So, I decided to leave Greg in search of a better spot further down the motorway, a lay by perhaps, a service station or even just a better junction. It was a bad idea. Dangerous, unfruitful and almost sunstroke inducing. A completely futile jaunt which
ended up taking me through part of a fully functioning quarry. Dehydrated, dusty and
spent, I headed back to Greg- -to drink an unfair share of our remaining water. Right. We’ve settled for this spot. It’s good enough they, can pull over here. Just got to hope and pray
now that we get this lift. This is without a shadow of a doubt the slowest craft I’ve ever seen. ??? And that just about summed up our day. Plenty of gesturing and apologies from the locals, but no one heading up that mountain road. Until… …after nearly three and a half hours since we first donned the sign. Oh, finally. The AC, that already stopped working so I’m
sorry about that. No, no worries. Our Swiss savior was called Tom, beekeeper by evening, chiropractor by day. And again, incredibly friendly, generous, all round good guy. Off camera, he told us that he’d actually driven past us on his way into Brig three hours earlier, and that he’d said to himself, “If those poor guys are still there, when I drive back, I’ll pick them up.” Thank God for Tom and thank God we didn’t piss around in that water park. We’d probably still be stuck at the foot of these mountains. And instead, we were enjoying the breathtaking views from up on top of them, and most importantly, on schedule to meet Ayrton. So, are you a big chili’s fan? I like them, yes but this one says red hot chiropractors, so it’s a bit of a … Yeah. Greg: oh does it say red hot chiropractors, ahh i didn’t read it well enough Slight misunderstanding. Yeah. But aside from exposing Greg’s mild dyslexia, Tom also had some sincere concerns
regarding our plan to scooter down a road like this. See that’s what I’m saying. This is pretty dangerous to go through Greg: Yeah Let’s face it, he had a point. But we didn’t spend four Franks on that locker for nothing, and we were going to try our best
to make these scooters an integral part of our adventure. Thanks so much. Tom, all the best. Thanks
so much. Cheers. Very nice to meet you. Bye, thank you. Lovely guy, mate. They’re all just lovely guys another just lovely stella chap They’ve all just got PhDs in being a lovely
guy. Oh, I’m just happy to be here mate. dunno about you So am I mate. Put this godforsaken piece of shit in here.
Good riddance. Right. We’re at the highest point here, I think. So, let’s cart ourselves down. Yeah. Greg: this is ridiculous This is what I’m talking about mate High up in the cool fresh air of the
apex of the Simplon Pass, the road was gentle and quiet. The tarmac, smooth as anything. Hallo. And this crazy plan seemed to be working but very soon we found ourselves hurtling
down into the valley where the gradients became deceivingly steep. Fuckin hell Oh god. It became very hard not to reach a speed at which the scooter wobbled violently. And because along with the breathtaking views, there were some lorries, we were keen not to go flying
into the road. This is bizarre. The solution to this terrifying thought was
to keep our rear feet wedged firmly on our thin metal brakes, which created another problem. Oh God. The tarmac in places was so damn smooth that it took almost all of our strength to stay in control. Mate slow down, man. Fucking lunatic. But we were having so much fun that
we totally ignored the possible implications Of such an insane amount of friction. That was heaven. The unbearable noise that you can now hear is Greg’s rear wheel scraping against the now super heated strip of aluminum that had been forced against it for the past mile and a half. Shut up. I was about to find out just how hot it had become. Greg: I’ve got to give it to you, it’s a great idea. Greg: mate I’ve got to stop hang on Greg: Mate my foot is actually burning. Really? Yeah. Fucking hell feel my foot. The plastic on Greg’s first is melting. The
rubber is melting because- That. And what’s happened to the wheel? *extreme exclamations of pain* no no no no no mate Fuck. Well, I was going to say, don’t touch
it. Do you know how hot that- Fuck me, why did I touch that? If my sole was melting, imagine how hot the metal is. Jesus. When you foot starts to get hot, stop. With no tap to run my blistering fingers under, we resumed our epic descent Greg’s scooter becoming more and more deafening with each sweeping bend fucking hell Seriously harming the hearing
of confused innocent bystanders as we stopped for regular cool-downs. Jesus wept, get that away
from me mate, no. For most people, these incredible views would be enough to find pleasure in but not us. All right. Right spit on that now. Hold it. Oh man. Mate the metal is starting to Char I’m not kiddin’ It’s actually started to like … Oh. Mate that is baking. I’d love to know the temperature of that. One of the only niggling thoughts in my mind, except being ambushed by an aroused eagle Were the tunnels that Tom had warned us of but it wasn’t an issue. Thanks to the sanctuary of this lovely smooth path. Yeah! Where finally, we were blessed with running water. Mate, that was absolutely steamin’. All we needed now was an egg, but we were never going to find one of those. What’s does it mean, serve yourself what though? Oh wow. Unbelievably, just two miles down this remote vehicle less mountain road, was a chicken farm complete with its own self service refrigerated egg bar. A concept so bizarre, it took a while to sink in. Here’s the deal, we’re going to
buy six eggs from this self service egg bar. And I’m going to go flat out. We’re going to go flat out down here Down here we’re going to see if we can cook bits of egg on Greg’s scooter and eat them because we’re actually quite hungry so … Greg: Just where your spit has been as well, so Oh yeah, lovely. 3 30, well we’re leaving Switzerland
anyway, so we need to get rid of this shit. Cheers Arnold Daniel. Here we go mate. Fucking cook the thing. Cook it. Shit. I hope I don’t fall with these. doing it here? Shit, shit. That didn’t work. Oh, I broke the egg. Fuck. Oh, that is a disaster. Okay, there we go. There we go. Right. I’m not sure that’s worked. We’ve made quite a bit of a mess as well haven’t we It’s not as hot, is it? No, the break’s not. Nowhere near as hot mate. Some reason it’s been like fixed somehow. Greg: Oh mate. What? the wheel The wheel’s fucked. The wheel’s broke Shit. Greg: good job we spotted that mate I think that’s cooked a bit though. Well, we set out to cook egg and we bloody well did it. Taste like raw egg. With Greg’s rear wheel and this poor man’s drive now in a terrible state, we gracefully swept our way in what
would regrettably be the last stop for our brave little scooters. The picturesque mountain
village of Simplon Dorf where Greg quickly established himself as the laughing stock of the village. Look at this twat. At the heart of its enchanting cobbled streets was the village square. Ah, yeah. Where after stopping for quite literally the best sandwich I’ve ever had. Best sandwich ever. Really. We thought about our next move starting with what to do with these. Oh they’re still there mate unfortunately. I think they belong in rubbish tip don’t they really. Hallo. I love precincts and strawberry breath. The problem was, apart from us, it was a pretty childless town. The only real inhabitants were cultured short-haired middle aged women called Bettina. But we had to leave them somewhere. I mean mine’s going here. I don’t like yours,
but mine simply has to go there. It really does. It really does. And that’s where it’s going to stay forever more. Your turn mate. Who are you going to lumber that with? Haha Yes. Yes mate. It’s brilliant. And that’s the end of that. Bye Simplon, onto the next little chapter. It was now gone four o’clock and we were still 40 miles from Ayrton and the kayaks. We were now relying heavily on a lift again, but this time we had no sign and an increasingly hazardous road to deal with. Shit yeah, we can’t hitchhike here obviously shall we try and go through the tunnel, like
through the works bit? Yap. ohoh Fuck it. Yeah, let’s do it. They don’t seem too bothered so With no protest from the workers, we decided to walk the tunnel in our search for a good hitchhiking spot. But when we finally popped out, it was more of the same, dangerous tunnels with no chance
of cars stopping. But then we noticed something. That is the way we need to go towards Domodossola, through the Gorge and down towards Lake Maggiore. So basically, we’re going to cut right the
way down through these fields. Straight line mission Swiss border special. Pretty steep
drop here. Ah Buzzin’. Oh yes. Wonderful. Don’t mind us officer. We haven’t been up to no harm we haven’t. It was another successful shortcut mission. And our reward, a perfect hitchhiking spot. This is our spot. Hopefully this can get it
right down this Valley in Italy to the kayaks, which are waiting patiently for us. Much needed
cardboard was kindly donated by the lovely lady at the restaurant. You can see in the
background. This is my latest piece. It’s called desperation. But it was now once again
in the hands of the Alpine gods. I sung a silly song to keep myself entertained. “are you able? to carry out me needs, are you able? Oh mate, he’s pulling over. The sound is a
pound, bro. That is a fucking [inaudible 00:27:33]. It
worked. Hello. Hello. Speak English? A little bit. Little. Domodossola? Yes. This is Alfio, a reserved but wise old fellow
who was actually on his way back from Geneva where he’d been designing cars. An artist. The da Vinci of cars. As Greg’s first ever
taste of Italy drew nearer, we enjoyed spectacular views of the Gundo Gorge where Alfio confessed
his strong disliking for a certain English market town. You must be good. I don’t like this country. Italy. No. [inaudible 00:28:21]. [inaudible 00:28:22]. The weather is not nice. We’re crossing into a Italy. First time in
Italy for Greg. London my father. Not a bad first impression to have either.
It was truly a stunning Valley, but I was still concerned about finding Etan and the
kayaks. We were just about on schedule to meet him, but with only a rough map-based
memory of the exact point on the river at which we’d agreed to meet, there were still
question marks over how easily we’d find it. And all it took was a slight misunderstanding
between ourselves and Alfio and we found ourselves in another pickle. We’re miles away. We are absolutely miles away. And I mean,
it’s just … Alfio’s accidental overshot meant that we were 2.5 miles downstream of
Etan. It was now a case of utilizing every ounce of our combined directional skills and
missioning experience to get back up that Valley and to the kayaks before dark. Forests
did their best to disorientate us, but inevitably, there was only one result. Well, I’m just
going to put it [crosstalk 00:29:38] My God, you’re professional. I’m trying my best. Oh mate, I can see you there. We’d found and
followed the river to Etan and his friends and only 30 minutes over schedule. We might have some eggs for you. Some eggs? Okay. We can’t do anything with them. They’re really
good eggs. They’re from the Valley. Why you bought them? Because his scooter was so hot that we cooked
an egg on his scooter. Honestly, if we take these, they’re just going to get smashed. Yeah, they’re going to probably. So … I mean, he’s a cook. He’s a professional cook
so … Okay. I like scrambled eggs for breakfast.
We spent a hilarious few minutes with Etan and his chums attempting to pack our kayaks,
but unfortunately we had to set sail. With a heave and a push and a dose of terrible
Italian from Greg … Bonjour. Chao. We were away. Goodbye. Thanks for everything. See ya. Almost. Oh my GoPro. Thanks everyone for your
efforts. Bye. You’re all legends. Oh fuck. I’m beached.
Push me. Oh Jesus, not that hard. Fuck it out. Yeah, yeah. Thanks man. See ya. [Foreign
language 00:31:11]. All the best, chao. I feel amazing. The next chapter of the adventure
is underway. Now, we’ve just got to find a good place to sleep. Good place to get some grub. Good place to get some grub. It’s eight o’clock
now, so we need to get our skates on, get to the Lake, which is about three kilometers
away. And tomorrow, conquer the bulk of Lake Maggiore, which we haven’t got a clue what
it looks like. Should be in for a treat. The remaining two miles of the river were
calm deep and some of the most peaceful moments I’d had in years, I think. It felt like the
river was all ours, around each bend, a different place all to ourselves to drift silently through.
Until inevitably it started to open up into Lake Maggiore. It was a beautiful moment as
it was, and then we turned around. We didn’t even realize that that was behind us. That
is just … It really feels like we’re leaving a beautiful day behind us and sort of careering
into pastor’s new. Careering into the darkness. Yeah, careering into the darkness. The uncertainty
of the darkness. We decided to follow the shore around to the left, beckoned by the
glow of distant towns, when our attention was caught by a curious sound skimming its
way across the surreal silver surface of the lake. Yeah. It sounded like some sort of remote
control speedboat, but there were more lights and general buzz coming from that area. And
with darkness imminent, we were keen to go and check it out. Leaving our kayaks and bags
on a secluded little beach, we snuck over to what we thought was either a lakeside leisure
center or a sort of family camp site to scout it out, but it was even better. Chao. Chao. What we’d stumbled onto was the sun
lounger strewn beach of a lakeside holiday park. It’s fucking huge. It’s a holiday home. And it fucking smells gorgeous. It smells like garlic and it’s fucking amazing.
The more exploring we did, the more its size and grandeur overwhelmed and excited us. I
mean, could we sleep in there? No. He’s just hilarious. This is incredible. It
was actually too good. Just figured out you need wristbands to be in there. We were unable
to enjoy the facilities or mingle with the local Germans, so we began searching for our
bed for the night. But it was just too efficient an establishment, which explains the high
numbers of said Germans. So, with a clear sky above us, we decided to sleep on the sun
lounges. The only thing was we were fucking ravenous. And without risk buns, we risked
food rejection and even park each action. But it didn’t matter, our hunger was too immense.
So we hatched a plan. Greg’s gone to scout it out, see if we can
get a pizza, we might get rumbled because we haven’t got wristbands. So we’ll see. Well,
we’re in. [inaudible 00:34:56] in our long sleeves.
I’m absolutely roasting. This is meant to keep you warm at night in this roasting hot
Italian setting. But a long, hard fought day was duly rewarded
and our wristband-lessness was rightfully ignored. We could head back in the dead of
night to the sun lounges with a full stomach. And by God, we’d need it tomorrow. You can’t
see anything, but we’re surrounded by sun lounges on the beach here, and we’re going
to sleep on one. Which is hopefully. Hopefully. So providing it doesn’t rain or
the chubby security guard that we saw earlier doesn’t come patrolling then we should be
all right. It’s really warm out here and it’s fucking lovely. See you in the morning. We could get ourselves in a really bad way
if we’re not careful today. Here we go. Fucking hell. We’re crushing a wedding. Fucking hell.
Job done.

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  1. Some of your comments are bloody heartwarming. Apologies about the excessive swearing in this one, subtitles are good up until 26 minutes for now, and don’t forget to check out my patreon page, there’s lots in the pipeline you see. Thanks again everyone.

  2. Really enjoying this series. At first I wasn’t sure as on paper it sounds like an idea many have already done. But you do it so well. Great work

  3. when that Italian man Alfio was talking about the English town he didn't like he said yogal. there's a place in Ireland called youghal but all the tourists can't pronounce it properly. its possible he meant youghal

  4. Why not play a round of geo guesser then hitch hike to everywhere you end up clicking on and to where the actual point was, just an idea.
    This content is solid by the way, keep at it, 10episodes please

  5. As I'm sitting at the airport in utter pain after walking around the city all day, you've brought a genuine smile to my face.

  6. Dude what an excellent episode! Them views are just perfect. I would love to do something like this . I cant believe the heat of Greggs wheel that was mental ! Happy New Year mate and all the best for 2020.

  7. Why didn't you just buy the tickets? Especially if you know that you have to buy some before you get on the train? As a conductor I can assure you that nothing pisses us off more than when you fare dodgers hide in the toilet!
    Edit: I have now found out that your goal is to ride around with the public transport without paying. It's a stupid idea.
    And I see you are planing to get in to my country. Just be sure I will give you a fine if I encounter you.

  8. 16:56 somebody cut out this moment and make it a meme. You can just put anything you don't like on this cardboard

  9. these have to be some of the best video series on youtube. Just goes to show what you can do if you can tell a story this well with only a go pro hero 8, basic simple edits like slowmo zoom and occaisonal on screen text with audio narration. The story is key and aside from the editing the equipment doesnt matter. This channel deserves way way WAY more views than it gets and this personally is what i want to see more of on youtube. Back in the older times of youtube when content was raw and unpolished but still told a great story or was just genuinely interesting.
    Keep it up GeoWizard. I cannot wait to see more of this and these types of adventures.

  10. I just love this so much, this is the way to live. Lovely stuff boys 👍 if you want an egg from life, life will give you an egg. 😎

  11. Been following you since the first episode of the walk across Wales. Fucking wicked stuff m8. You are the king of scrumping!!!! Can't wait for the next episode.

  12. I love you guys and I do get that it's the "thing" of this mission, but I really don't think it's cool to not pay for public transportation. But I love everything else. : )

  13. I'm blown away by the quality of this so far. The commentary, the camerawork, the editing, the adventures. Really well done. Fun to watch and inspiring.

  14. Watching this, I felt like I was on the adventure with you guys. Thanks so much for making these amazing videos, they're some of the best content I've ever seen 🙂

  15. the "Small train" is a EuroCity, which is simultaneously the most expensive and worst way to travel long distances

    hitchhiking in germany went about as well as I expected 😀

  16. This makes my heart warm. It’s reeks with adventure. You’ve inspire me and many alike to do something similar… safely. Thank you!

  17. I thought the straight line mission was good, but you've outdone yourself with this series. So enjoyable ! me and the wife cooked a special meal (spag bol) and had a glass of wine and sat on the sofa with our dinner on our laps and watched this second ep with more excitement than any netflix series. And loved every second ! might sign up for the patreon or at least donate so you can keep this up.

    thanks for the content mate! you're a legend

  18. I loved the straight line across whales series and this series so much that i've become a Patreon supporter. Thank you for the entertainment!

  19. This is bloody good content. Your narration is really interesting to listen to. Would love even more stuff like this that shows off your adventure skills and also the beautiful sights of Europe!

  20. Love that you are gate-crashing your way through europe and don't give a damn. So hillarious. Hopefully youtube doesn't think this is against some of their retarded policies and shuts the videos down.

  21. Swiss is actually where the right wing politicians of germany live. (Yes, you read it right). That might be a reason she immediately started talking about immigration lol

  22. Wish you would show on an interactive map where you travelled after each "segment", would make it more interesting

  23. THIS is damn quality content. Your video are hilarious! It definitly is some of the best stuff you could find on youtube.

  24. this. is. awsome. ideia: make all the episodes avalible on patreon so those who pay can see it all in one siting NOW!

  25. This is fast becoming one of the best travel series I’ve have ever seen. It’s so down to earth and exciting and is a great advert for travelling in general. Great job guys !

  26. Hey Tom, I love the series! Are you using Sony Vegas to edit your videos ? I have noticed a kind of motion blur which I recently found out how to remove: Just search for "disabling resample in Sony Vegas" on YouTube and you will find some tutorials! Hope this helps

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