|The trusty chariot that delivered and returned us safely|
This is a story about adventure, mystery, travel, corporate espionage, and self discovery.
A young girl's strange erotic journey from Milan to Minsk.
Rochelle, Rochelle reference.
That's a reference to a movie that exists within a TV show. Pretty sharp.
Three young men*, three days, a lease car that requires some kilometres to be traveled and a world in the north country of Victoria that is rich with high quality food and some of the countries finest breweries.
*The three afremonetioned men aren't even that young really. In fact, the term 'men' is being used liberally to be honest. Three males. I'll refer to us as 'three males' from now on to avoid any challenges to facts.
Now that we've cleared that up, where does one begin?
I don't know, we'll figure it out as we go.
I'm writing this as we're driving, by the way, I don't want to you thinking that the above statement was an awfully fake flippancy, inserted in after I know the sequence of events that occured to create some sort of carefree image.
Ugh, this is a dreadful post so far.
Accompanying us as we hit the open road were Jimi Hendrix, John Lennon, Robert Plant, Paul McCartney, Jimmy Page and a few others who proved very helpful in creating a road trip environment of cranking magnitude.
We're away. We're on the road. There will be more when we hit our first activity of note.