Maribor. Eastern Europe. Not quite the same as a packed car park in Ft William but it's a damn sight sunnier over here and the food is way way cheaper. First day on the World Cup track today. Pretty quiet on all fronts really. Main point was meeting Greg in his sling. What a man. 4th last weekend and here he is with a bust shoulderblade. Pure Gnarr that is.

Ruaridh still seems, as you'd expect, on cloud 9. A couple of practice runs with him today and all was mellow. In fact, I was, he was pulling my pants down. To be expected I suppose... Rainbow stripes aren't for slouches.

Slovenia is alright. The music in this god damn hotel lobby is pushing towards suicide but apart from that it's cool. Lots of redevelopment and construction coupled with ancient tractors and 100 year old fruit pickers. It's history is only hidden under a slight vale it would appear.

I'll keep you all posted on goings on. Hopefully there'll be more to report tomorrow.

Baller