So I'm back home now in the not so sunny, in fact quite gloomy and soggy South of England. Thankfully there were no more major disasters with the diabetes, my sight fell out once dues to spending most of the day swimming in the lake, but that was easily solved. While we were away we were travelling around the country and that meant hours and hours in a car. So temporary basals were used.
I decided to name my pump, I have no idea why, and after much deliberation mainly between me and my brother but with a little help from the people of twitter I have named it, drum roll please, Phillip Gustav. Or Phil for short then I figured I may as well name my meter to so it became Martin. I know they're not particularly exciting names but they work for me!
In Germany we did so much sight seeing, I HATE sight seeing. It is so boring especially as there seemed to be a billion churches that we had to visit. Don't get me wrong the best way to explore a place is to go sight seeing on foot, but to do it for 3 and a half days out of 14 it's to much. That might not sound like much but bear in mind we were also doing a lot of travelling which took up 5 and a half days that's 9 days of boredom. Although it did provide me with a good photography opportunity and some photos look quite good. I managed to take nearly 900 over the two weeks, but having sorted through them I've got them down to a slightly more manageable 371. I haven't even started editing or uploading them yet, it's another task on my growing to do list.
We took a trip up into the Alps near Chimsee in southern Germany. We went up half the mountain on a cable car, which was so cool, and then went on a short hike. We stopped at a cafe 10,000m above sea level which had the most incredible views across the Alps and the land on the other side.
The people we stayed with at one point seemed to think me and my brother were five years old, and while they were lovely people they would tell us not to do something and then lecture us on it for a further 5minutes. For example we were in the city centre and the tram network runs all the way through, I was waiting for the trams to stop so I could cross and they did so I crossed. Other people were crossing at the same time and the trams were loading and unloading so there was no chance of the moving off for a while. Yet our guide still felt the need to tell me to be careful when crossing the track and I know his intentions were good but I am 16 and while I may live in the country I am used to crossing busy roads and ones with stationary objects. They seemed to feel the need to wrap us in cotton wool which are the type of people who really grate on my nerves. Though they had the best food we ate.
We stopped in Belgium to break up the journey and one day we went for a kayak. It was 21km long down this very shallow river and it was epic. It was so much fun but also hard work and let me tell the teenage boys on the continent are mighty fine!
Of course Phil gave me an awkward tan line but hey it shows I managed to tan rather than stay pasty!
Rhona x
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