We drove over to the parking and after one look decided that this was not a very save place.
So after two hours of searching we ended up on this small farm camping about eight miles outside of Newcastle. Between cattle and sheep, even with real sheepdogs.
Sheep
Our camping spot
A dog was driving the sheep
After settling in we called a taxi and went to town. The taxi driver was a really nice guy and droped us off at the “under the bridge tavern”. Which was litterly under the bridge and a really nice place with their own brewery.
Tavern Under the Bridge beer
Unfortunately the beer wasn’t really my tast, but the pub was very nice.
We left for some Italian, and then came back for some more drinks. Then the pub closed and we had to go back to the campsite. We phoned the taxi company and had a whisky while we waited. We didn’t want to take the taxis outside because they would be twice as expensive. We rather spend our money on whisky.
This morning after paying for the campsite (we couldn’t find the owner yesterday) we went to this large Asda and then to the largest shopping mall in Europe for lunch. They had a Wagamama there, so that’s were we had lunch ð.
Wagamama lunch
It was delicious. After lunch there was no time to do some more shopping, we had to go to the ferry.
Driving over the Tyne bridge. One of many bridges in New Castle Upon Tyne
On time at the ferry terminal
We start to learn the drill and were nicely on time at the ferry terminal. Checking in went quick, but then it took forever to get all the cars on board. Looked like they were making this 1000000 jigsaw puzzle. Fitting in one car at the time, then two motorbikes etc. etc., and we were almost the last car to fit in. Just five minutes before setting sale we were onboard the ship.
Boarding the ferry
Finally on board we went to the sundeck to wave the UK goodbye for now.
Bye New Castle, bye UK
Later that night we had a lot of fun on board, I am sure the two bottles of Prosecco had nothing to do with that ðĪŠ. We played Bingo as proper Scots. And lost of course.
The band was good, and the drunken English girls were great entertainment. In Holland you would think she forgot to put on trousers, but after living in Scotland for some time I know that is not the case ð.
A good last evening of a great holiday.
Drunk English girls
Very funny ð
Good night
Leukleukleuk
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