Kieran Turner's photos

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.

How very amusing.

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!)

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!

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 at 5pm on the day we arrived. And after standing around looking like loonies holding up signs (written upside-down so she'd understand them, of course), we found her! 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 we all liked the sound of, "ParkPop", near Den Haag. Also caught a great festival in the streets of Paris around Bastille Day, 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!

They're actually watching porn on cable TV, the perverts. In the room that Changing Rooms (and the 1980s) forgot.

Ron at Victoria, fresh from Gatwick, having been cycling across Cuba to raise money in support of them.

Suppose he'd like a tortilla crisp?