Sunday 27 September 2015

Home again, home again, jig giddy jig

Friday, 25 September
Things are packed. The 6 bags are fairly full and we’re trusting the cheap hand scales we bought in London to not led us astray in New York. We really haven’t bought too many things whilst in NY, so we should be fine.

Our 6th bag is 2 cheap stripey plastic bags we bought in London, one being placed inside the other for added strength. The trip to NY had one handle rip off, so we’ve swapped the inside bag with the outside for the last leg of our journey which consists of 3 flights, the transfers between flights, a taxi ride and the last car ride home. It just made it with an added 3 wraps of ‘Checked Baggage’ tape at the end. It had good, full life.
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We spend the last few hours before the flights in Harlem with Dee going from shop to shop looking for those last minute bargains and Gene and I reading books.

Overall, the trip back to Canberra was pretty smooth. We watched one man pay US$450 for extra baggage as he bought too many clothes whilst on his holiday to NY which was quite funny as the airline staff was running around finding a plastic tub to put the clothes in and then taping it all up.

Without saying too much about the flight without it sounding like a scene from ‘The Castle’, it was a good trip with lots of movies, book reading and a few hours of sleep.

Saturday, 26 Sep.

Yes, I’m a bit weird about dates but today is 26 ½ years in the job and I’m coming back home using the last of my leave that I’ve been saving for the last 6-7 years.

Due to the changes in time zones, today was about 8 hours long.

Sunday, 27 Sep.
We were offered the opportunity to catch and earlier flight from Sydney to Canberra and spent the minutes at the airport to warn out our friend who is picking us up we’re coming home early.

Coming home was a bit surreal. We’re back to where we’ve started from without too much of a noticeable change. Normally when I go away for work, there’s a period of settling in as I get use to the flow of life that has occurred whilst I’m away. This time, we’ve all been away and we almost slot into the routine we normally have.

It’s almost like the last 5+ months have been a dream.

I started unpacking, trying to find places for the things we have, giving of gifts, and taking empty bags out of the house. 2 bags down, 4 to go. We were lucky in having food and milk in the fridge from one of our friends who stayed at our place just days before to take her children to Floriade, a flower show in Canberra. It was a great relief not having to worry about shopping straight away to have a coffee and lunch.

I couldn’t help myself and in the afternoon we went for a quick shop to buy food for the next few days and I later put some more air in the tyres of one of the cars. I noticed that one of the tyres (not the one which was the lowest) had one of my upholstery tacks in it. I didn’t believe it was in too far in, so I pulled it out and then tried to quickly stick it back as air started come out. A quick tyre change at the petrol station and I was home to 2 sleeping girls who really didn’t wake up for the rest of the day.

I went to bed about 8.30pm absolutely knackered knowing my frail mind and body will only let me sleep 7 hours and I’ll be up early the next morning.

Monday, 28 Sep

It’s now 3.45am having a coffee in my TARDIS coffee mug…..

At the start of our trip in the UK, we seemed to have caught a rolling series of public holidays on the Mondays for the first month or so. Just to have the Alpha and Omega, today is a public holiday in Canberra.

A day planned full of packing away, washing, sorting our memorabilia into some sort of order and getting the phones and internet turned back on. In a few days’ time, I’m off to a re-enactment event I had organized a year ago over the long weekend. It should be great just to mooch around.

We still have a few $ in the bank at the end. I’m back to work in 2 weeks’ time and Dee will start to looking into her job opportunities but she still needs a holiday from her holiday. We’re thinking that I should visit Brisbane next week if our finances allow it to check up on our house and property to see what is going on.


With our trip now just memories and experiences, I’m already planning for our next adventure. Maybe in 5 years’ time, I’ll walk the pilgrimage route from Calais to Compo De Stella in period clothing if my body will allow me. I’ll only be 48, so not THAT old. Dee will take the opportunity to visit all those little villages she seemed to miss out on our last one and finally have her canal barge ride and Gene will be an adult and starting her own life but hopefully take care of our place when we’re gone.

Thank you all for sharing our adventure.
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Friday 25 September 2015

New York

Monday, 21 Sep

New York is a fascinating place but to visit Walmart we had to travel New Jersey as NY refused to have the store in their area. Walmart's just a Coles/Target combined. I really enjoyed looking at a social makeup of the store and every other retail business that didn't try and sell clothes for $300+ per item. Not a single Caucasian. Latino, Asian, Indian, and African are all there but I can't recall a single white person.

Everytime we smell, taste or hear something new, we call it 'Freedom'. "What's that smell?" as we pass by a manhole. 'Freedom'. "What does that taste like?' when we're trying something new for a meal. 'Freedom'.

Apologies for any rant path I may go down here.

As I was slowly getting use to the new time zone, I was up early in the mornings using the hotels internet which is in reception. I had an interesting conversation with one of the shift workers. He's an Indian student doing a degree in computer crypto or something. I was able to ask him about work hours, rate of pay and rent costs. As a general rule, whatever is for sale for US$1 you can buy in Australia for $1.

Being paid $10/hour is the norm here. There has been a fair bit of push back from bosses but the norm is still the norm. Bosses will only work you 40 hours a week because they will have to pay overtime, so many people have 2 jobs to make ends meet.

Rent is at least $1,200 a month ($300/week) maybe as high as $3,500. Just doing the math for a minimum wage earner is just depressing, leaving only $100 a week for everything else if they have only one job.

After Walmart, the girls went home and visited the Morgan Library as I had an appointment in the reading room to view the Maciejowski Bible. Unfortunately, it wasn't the original as it was being prepped for a exhibition in Atlanta but the copy they had was amazing. It felt like the original with the pages being made of parchment and the use of gold leaf. I've handled a few reproductions of it before but not in this detail.

Afterwards, I roamed around Grand Central Station to enjoy the view. There were a few soldiers on duty there just watching everything. I asked one if this was special due to the Pope visiting this week but there has a been a military presence in many of the stations since 9/11. There probably is a general low-level threat but the military presence was poorly sited so I'm assuming it's more to reassure people that the Defence Force is here but also to be a bit scared because we have the Defence Force here.

Tuesday, 22 Sep

The morning took us around to the Statue of Liberty (or 'the big Green Lady' by the girls) and Ellis Island where 12 million people passed through to enter the US. You can't help but feel overwhelmed by the propaganda surrounding the islands. I lost track of how many times the words 'Liberty' and 'Freedom' were used. As a person not indoctrinated by this sort of patriotism, it makes you question what those words mean anymore when you compare them to the actual issues the US citizens face.

Strangely, there were 2 SWAT members walking around as individuals on Liberty Island. I thought the Statue of Liberty would have a greater security presence than a train station but obviously not.

Regardless, 2 beautiful islands. We were thinking about visiting something else but that seemed enough for the day.

Wednesday, 23 Sep
Coney Island! Apart from the famed amusement park the biggest attraction was due to 2 songs by The Drifters 'Under the Boardwalk' and 'Sand in my Shoes' (the sequel song). The boardwalk was very quite in the morning and none of the rides were going as it wasn't a holiday period and a weekday.

We then traveled back to Manhattan and visited the 9/11 Memorial which is 2 large pools where the building were. There was quite a lineup for the museum/memorial. You can still see the raw emotion on the people who visit.

Without being too harsh, 9/11 seems to culminating point of the US policy of world management. I don't believe the Taliban thought hard enough about the repercussions of their actions either.

We also visited Times Square which was just fantastic. Dee was overjoyed to see the Naked Cowboy singing.

Thursday, 24 Sep
To Harlem and the Bronx with the added objectives of finding a Chuck E Cheese for Gene and Lane Bryant for Dee.

Harlem was great. So much has been said about the place with such negative connotations. It may have been that was but not now. Dee was overjoyed to find shops that had reasonable prices.

Chuck E Cheese is a kid's amusement centre with many options of fat, sugar and carbs. Gene has been in love with a game called 'Five nights at Freddy's' (or more more to the point some cute guy who plays the game then you tubes him playing the game). The game is based on Chuck E Cheese apparently.

We had no idea about what to see in the Bronx, so we picked one station, got out and looked about. We saw a castle and a fire engine.

We did plan to go to a jazz club that night but Dee piked so we watched '2 Broke Girls' for a few hours instead.

Friday, 25 Sep

The day has come to go home. I would rather keep on travelling but we don't have the holidays or money to keep on going. I think the girls are really looking forward to getting back.

As a farewell at 6.30 this morning, the fire alarm went off as I writing this blog. One of the people burnt the toast and the building had to be evacuated. Of course Dee and Gene didn't come down. Dee rang reception and Gene just slept through it. I was accused of not coming up the stairs to save them but there wasn't a fire for me to save them from. If I had come up, it was because the place was on fire.

Anyway, our flight is at 6.30pm so we'll leave the hotel at 3.30pm. We have to check out at 11am, so that gives us a few hours for us to kill somewhere in NY. Dee wants to visit 'somewhere' to go 'someplace' that has cheap clothes. I can see that this will end badly.
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Monday 21 September 2015

Enjoying the New York Skyline from the top of a building

The pack up of all our gear went well. We even bought a hand held weighing scale to make sure the 6 bags were under the 23kg each. The taxi showed up on time, booked in without too much of a delay (a bit of confusion since we had 6 bags instead of the normal 3), pounds exchanged to US$ and we boarded. A much better time than the silly bugger who didn't get a Russian transit visa to transit through Russia; I'm not sure if I have sympathy for him or not.

Lots of movies watched on the flight (Spy was awesome) and we're in New York. We were lucky to get a large taxi in the rank that could take our baggage (me? have baggage? :) ) and we were off. Gene and Dee had a ball watching all the American things like the yellow school buses you see on TV. I found it amusing that they didn't consider them real, just because Peter Parker chases after one and the Joker uses one to rob a bank.

Our hotel is in Queens and not too far from Manhattan, the population is more Hispanic, Indian and Asian and it looks quite good. No drive by shootings or muggings so far.

With an early bed time and the change of time zones, I've been waking up between 2 and 3am. I'm not too worried about trying to sort out my sleep patterns as we're here only for a week and the early morning gives me free access to the hotel's internet computer.

Back in 1999, I wrote on the European power adaptor that it was also compatible with US power sockets. Nope. We've been using the laptop just for budgeting and quick internet checks. I'm hoping to find an adaptor here but I don't have my hope up.

Our first day's plan (Saturday) was to walk through Central Park. It was interesting; I wasn't expecting it to be so hilly and full of large rocks. The walk was wearing Dee out so we looked at the Museum of Natural Science but decided not to go in as we don't really need to see a museum right now, even though 'Night in the Museum' was based on it.

We also visited Bloomingdales. How anyone could justify $320 for a light blouse that you could by for $50 at any other place is beyond me. Dee wasn't aware about what type of place Bloomindales was but she does now.

Sunday morning started with me sneaking down to use the internet until the girls came down for breakfast. Gene came down but Dee was still in bed, so I went back up to the room on the 10th floor to drop off my nalbinding (it's a single needle style of knitting) and get ready for the day.

I thought I heard someone call out for help, so I opened the window and checked the area that I could see but I couldn't see anything on the street but there were enough tallish buildings to block my view. Whoever it was had a good set of lungs. Dee had just gone to have a shower, so I grabbed my bag that has my first aid kit in it, called out I was going for a walk and stepped out of the hotel.

I guess it's a New York thing but the locals didn't, ignored or pretended not to hear the calls for help. Walking around, I finally figured it was coming from the building that was 2 streets across from us. I saw her at the top, called up to her, asked her if she was alright, told her to stay where she was and I would be with her soon.

I couldn't figure out if the building was a hotel or permanent homes. There was no lobby as such but a coffee bar with about 10 people having breakfast. I tried talking to one of the staff, asking for the manager, who sent me downstairs. A weird place for the manager to be but I quickly went down the stairs to find the toilets...... Obviously, my Australian doesn't sound American enough for people to be understood.

Coming back upstairs and feeling quite irritable I asked for the boss (I figured that 'Manager' was too hard to understand). I saw a guy in a really badly fitted suit standing around, so I grabbed him and told him that I needed to take me to the roof top as there is a woman up there calling for help. He was just capable to do that.

The roof was on the 13th floor (lucky for some) and there I saw a women in her 50's in her pajamas standing on a chair calling. I had no idea if she was locked out, had a mental health issue, suicidal or literally calling for help. Once she saw me, she thanked God and came down off the chair and sat down. I talked calmly to her, introduced myself and told her I was here to help and I was glad she was still here. I gave her a hug and she didn't let me go for quite a while while she cried. It took her a few minutes to get her name and where she came from and what room she was staying in. Once I had the room number, I sent the bad suit guy to find the husband. I think that was the limit of his abilities.

She says that she wasn't 'planning' on jumping but you can't just take their word for it. Many self harm situations are more a cry for help from the person than the need to die.

Another lady showed up who was one of the hotel's staff and we were able to comfort her. She also knew the bad suit guy was an idiot and gave him looks and gestures when ever he opened his mouth to change feet.

What we found out was she had some argument with her husband, both are doctors and the husband had recently lost his job as CEO of one of local hospitals and they were in Queens to get away from it all. I think she had some overlying mental health issues.

With the other lady supervising, I was able to look at our hotel room's window and see Dee calling for me. I called out to her and she eventually saw me. I let her know that I was OK and I was rescuing a damsel in distress.

The husband showed up and did all the right things. He was calm and didn't react when she started to get angry at him for not coming to get her. He did want to take her home and sort it all out. Uhh, no.

We did take her away from the edge and were heading towards the elevator because it was a bit cool up there.

By then the police, firemen and ambulance came. In droves. I think the lady rang a friend in the hospital she works and they rang 911. I'm not sure what suicide management training they receive but it seems to involve using lots of numbers, testosterone and using tough talk. Not a single one used a tone that I found helpful. It took them quite a while to realise that 20 people is small area near the elevator doors was not beneficial.

They did want to do the right thing though and get her to a hospital for assessment and help. Not tat she wanted to go. I talked to the lady and drew upon the fact that she was a doctor herself and reminded her that a professional self-assessment isn't great and another person should do it. Eventually, she went down with the Ambos and myself and the lady that helped me caught the next ride down.

I found it amazing that the police didn't even want to take my details. Only one person gave me something close to a thanks.

Anyway, I came back to my hotel, said hello to Gene who was still on the hotel's internet oblivious to what I had just done and met up with Dee and let the girls know what happened. Gene's eyes were like saucers.

We had breakfast and went out for the day. We found the markets Dee was looking for which was a bit disappointing to her. She was hoping for more of second hand market not a normal artisan market. It was quite good though.

We made our way around, walking to Macy's (thankfully cheaper than Bloomindales but only marginally so) and went up on the 86 floor viewing platform of the Empire State Building which was amazing. Thankfully the lines were quite small and we didn't have to wait too long.

We also walked past The New York Public Library and made all sorts of Ghostbusters quotes. Gene scored a bobble headed doll of the Direwolf that John Snow has in the 'Game of Thrones' Series at the HBO shop.

We had planned on visiting Walmart but we ran out of time and energy. I don't like Walmart; the damage they have done to the US economy and society is far reaching but I want to experience the place.

 http://www.walmarts-egonomics.com/destructive-practices-of-walmart/

For dinner we flopped in our room and tried to eat an 18 inch diameter pizza while watching 'The Day After Tommorrow'. It was quite surreal watching a typical end of the world movie based in New York whilst in New York. I kept on saying, 'Been there' as the scenes had New York appeared as walls of water flood down or things are freezing.

Today, we should visit a Walmart in the morning and then the girls will go back to the hotel while I visit the Morgan Library and see what I can see about the Maciejowski Bible. The original is being prepped for an exhibition occurring after I leave but I'll be seeing a facsimile printed on parchment. It should be interesting.

Only 4 more days before we're on a plane heading home.



Thursday 17 September 2015

Farewell to old England for......well, a bit

With a good crossing that didn't involve vomiting, we were on firm British soil once again. After a few laps up and down the highway, we found the right turnoff for our nights stay. After making sure everything is right with the girls and Springy, I had a pint of cider with the locals and other campervaners. That didn't finish until about midnight.........

The next day we headed towards Canterbury to see the cathedral where Thomas Beckett had some unexpected brain surgery. We scraped together enough coins to pay for the expensive parking and headed into the old town, looking for the cathedral (it's amazing how quickly tourist sites disappear the closer you get to them). We stopped at a Tea room which was made in 1550 for tea and scones and went mad at all the charity shops along the way.

I may have made this point before but the Charity (or Op) shop is an interesting phenomenon in a society. If you society isn't well off in general, there doesn't seem to be any any. If there seems to be have-a-bits and have-nots, you seem to have profusion of op shops. Maybe it has something to do with the society's culture of donating excess clothing? We can't remember seeing many op shops outside of the UK except for one in Sweden. Maybe The Poms are affluent enough to discard the previous year's fashions. All I know is the clothes are predominately for women. I keep thinking the men's clothes are from someone who has passed on as men generally wear their clothes until they can't be worn again and this may take decades......

Anyway, we found the entrance to the Cathedral Precinct and they wanted to charge us 28 pounds ($60 Australian) to enter. I've been to many cathedrals in my travels but this is the first time I have to pay to get near it. Sure some charge an entrance fee to enter the building but they generally have an area where you can stand and appreciate the majesty of the building without actually getting too close to the detail.

So we decided to skip the Cathedral and head on out to the town of Battle where the Battle of Hastings took place. There has been some active discussion about actually where it actually did happen. Some say at the roundabout before the Abbey and some say a few miles away. Any which way, the place hadn't changed. You still had an audio file to listen to as you walked the path around the historical site. It still made amazing statements and then admitted that they didn't have much to back it with. Don't let the truth get in the way of a good story. They did have a new building talking about the build up prior and the weapons and armour used. It was amusing that the secured swords could be picked up to feel a blade but the shields be bolted to a metal weight that made the shield weigh 10kg heavier. Strange....

On the way to our night's stop, I saw a sight talking about a medieval fare in the district the following day. The only other medieval fare we saw in the whole trip was in Transylvania and that one was disappointing. The next morning we found the fare and Dee let me get changed into my non-Muggle clothes and do a reconnaissance. I spent too much time talking to other re-enactors and when I was walking back to Tell Dee I had organised how to get in for free, Dee had blown our cover and were talking to the front gate staff looking for me. Anyway, the event was filled with people doing very good quality re-enacting/living history and I felt like a honey bee visiting as many camp sites as possible. The interesting thing I saw was the high use of wooden framed glasses made in a medieval style.

We're now back in London in the flat we rented 4 months earlier. I was able to dig the mail out of the flat's letter box (I didn't have the key) and get our rego papers for Springy (phew!) as well as the Spanish free camping book and other bits and pieces about insurance and road side recovery.

Now the waiting begins to sell Springy. We thought 5,000 pounds was a good starting point. After a day of no hits, we had an offer for 3,000 which is the amount we were hoping to sell back to the person we bought her off, so we declined. I saw that Dee was getting nervous that we may not sell her at all, so I organised to see the previous owner and sell her. That would put money in our pocket and remove the anxiety. Unfortunately, he would only buy her for 2,000 which we accepted. A few hours later, we received a bid for 4,300...............Sigh! Such is life but I would have enjoyed having that extra 2,300 pounds (AUD$5,200). It makes me feel better that I didn't empty the toilet before selling her.
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So the bags are weighed and packed, the taxi is booked and we should be gone by 8am to the airport.

10 days to go before we're home. We're not planning on burning ourselves out in New York but seeing a few things, mostly the free ones. I have applied to view the Maciejowski Bible at the Morgan Library but it's being prepared for an exhibition in October but I can view my second option. Unfortunately, I don't believe I gave one......... Further discussion will occur!

But for now, Bed.


Wednesday 16 September 2015

CERN

Hello guys, Gene here.

Switzerland made up for what Finland lacked: mountains. Grey and everywhere you look, constantly reminding you that they could crush you with an avalanche if they wanted. I constantly think it going to rain because heavy black clouds are circling, but my eyes travel higher to the peek, and realize it’s simply another mountain. The cloud are simmering low, curling around the peaks and tumbling out of caves and caves. Dragons, obviously. They hide in the caves, their scales shimmering in the intense fire from their jaws. Claws dig homes down to the hot dirt surrounding the molten core of our Earth. They ask riddles to passing travels in voices forged from the very flames of the hottest forge. Ebony eyes pierce even the toughest of amour of the most steel-willed of knights go weak at the knees. Tiny water nymphs swirl and sing in streams. Pixies fly with ease even in the thickest if woods, weaving magic spells unknown all the while. Earth Elementals observe all, years racing by like second, as they saw buildings rise and fall around them. They have been here at the beginning. And if I asked nicely, they might tell me their secrets. Maybe. Just maybe.

But if you want something with a bit more proof, let me tell you about CERN. Based in Geneva, CERN stands for Council European Research Nuclear. They are a very important organization in the human race’s craving for knowledge about the Universe. Basically, they get two singular particles and push them through a gigantic metal loop/tube underground, and spin them in different direction until they almost reach the speed of light, and the smash together. So what? You might ask. Why wants smushed particles? Lots of very excited scientists, that’s who. Because then they hit each other, what basically occurs is a tiny version of the Big Bang. No, I’m not talking about the show with Sheldon Cooper, when, possibly, the Universe started. (All depends on who you ask) All religious argument aside, this is a massive breakthrough for the human race, and the occurrence of Antimatter. Anitmatter, is literally, the opposite of matter. It is extremely hard to store, because it explodes in a flash of white light if it comes into contact with any Matter (which is everything). If you have read Dan Brown’s ‘Angel’s and Daemons’ you know what I’m talking about.

I did manage to embarrass myself in front of the entire tour group by asking if CERN had really found enough Antimatter to make a bomb. The tour guide laughed and said no, they had only been able to store it for a few second before it explode. (Although she did hint that she read Dan Brown’s book too, so it wasn’t so bad.)

 There was also an American dooshbag that would ask annoying question that would take ages to answer and would hold up the group. There’s always one in each group in each tour group in every museum in every part of the world. And they aren’t always American! But I had a feeling he was asking fancy question to try and show off to the rest of the group, which didn’t work because half the group couldn’t hear what he was saying anyway. There is a saying that a little bit of knowledge is dangerous. This guy was using little bit of knowledge. He had a small knife and was throwing it around like it was a sword. But it didn’t matter what type of weapon he was wielding, because everybody wanted to stab him anyway.

All though we didn’t get to see the gigantic particle smashing loop (I wasn’t expecting to see it, but a nerds got to dream), we did get to see a very early version of it. In all simplicity looked like a gigantic kiln. As we weren’t allowed to open it and look inside, they showed a holographic light show on it, explaining what parts were what and their job i.e Two D shaped magnets that kept the particle spinning and a giant spiral of wire that helped absorb the energy (I think) At first I was puzzled by the 5 meter thick concrete walls, but the tour guide quickly explained that when a particle changes direction ( spinning in a circle) it needs to release some of its energy in, the form of radiation. Luckily the radiation only goes sideways, and doesn’t drift up. So they only needed to make the roof of normal thickness.

We also saw a workroom where they were evaluating the data that they collected from a recent collision. We stood behind  a glass wall that separated us and a bunch of scientist sitting around and looking bored. One person had a respectable about of rubber ducks blue tacked to the top of his computer. Good on him.

And with the screaming of Springy’s broken muffler, we drove off into the sunset, feeling like we had learned something valuable and very stupid at the same time. Thanks for reading and hopefully your feeling very impressed right now. Are you moved? Sure you are.  Awed? Looks like it. Jealous? Yes?

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Friday 11 September 2015

From France to Dover

Thursday, 10 September

With the push to get back to the UK, we visited Rouen and Amiens today. I had hoped to see the spot that Joan D’Arc was burnt but we only saw her Tower where she was held for a while. We also visited the city’s train station because it looked fabulous.

Visiting Amiens, I was hoping for more signs to memorials but we had to drive into the city centre to find the address of the Franco-Australian Museum. The Museum was 30 minutes out of town and is situated in a school that was donated by a school in Victoria after the original one was destroyed in the war. It felt like being a rural Australian school. Not that I can compare what a French school is like but it made me a bit homesick regardless. The Museum is being renovated for the upcoming anniversaries and is temporarily housed in a smaller room.

It was nice museum but we were hoping to see a memorial or actual site. It was just an assumption that the museum would be near one of those 2. We then drove to the camping ground we had planned to stay that night for decent showers and wifi.

I was able to get some wifi, although the logging on was painful, before going out for our last French dinner. The manager of the camping ground gave us an address of the street with the good restaurants and after a bit of negotiating the roads and finding a car spot, we settled for a tapas bar called, “Mannekin Pis” or “The Pissing Mannequin” Little Cupid-like statues had the beer pulls attached to them and the toilet’s sinks had the same. Very charming. For dessert we went to another, more refined, restaurant which was fabulous. I think we offended the waitress as we found an unoccupied table and sat down. I think they normally escort the diners to their seats with tables that have cutlery. Opps.

We came home about 10pm and the girls went straight to sleep. I tried the wifi to get a Paypal account created check our bank account and see if I can make another ad for Springy as we haven’t had any hits yet on Gumtree. Unfortunately, the wifi connection, that I paid 10 Euro for, didn’t but I was able to mooch some connection off an unsecured wireless network and do some FB things but it wouldn’t let me do the important things.

Friday, 11 September

The five things we had hoped to do today we did with various levels of success:

1.       Visit Azincourt.  Our first touristy thing for the day. We decided to have a late morning tea which turned into an early lunch before seeing the museum. The museum was great. Very interactive and informative and gave the visitors a good understanding about the situation before and after, as well as during. We also looked at the fields that the battle took place 600 years ago.


2.       Return the French Gas bottle we bought/contracted. Much more difficult to return the bottle than I had thought. The main problem was we contracted the bottle through one company that didn’t have many branches that actually sold/swapped gas bottles. The rest of the day was spent looking for the shop with the bottles. At the end, I just handed the bottle over and told them to tear up the contract. If they actually could swap bottles, I could have received a small refund on the contract price but at that time, I just wanted to get rid of it.


3.       Visit Ypres. This we did without much trouble. The Flanders Field Museum had an upgrade 3 years prior and came with nifty wrist bands and good displays. Dee thought the display we saw in 99 was better but I found it hard to say. They had different styles certainly but I enjoyed the new museum as it gave the history as well as the personal stories. We could have spent much longer there but we were hoping to catch the 6pm ferry from Dunkirk to Dover.


Springy played silly buggers with me, saying she was running out of fuel when really she had a quarter tank left. It’s little things like that I don’t need to happen when racing to catch a ferry and also just before trying to sell her.


4.       Catch the Ferry to Dover. As we had a flexible return fare on the ferry, we could try and catch any ferry 3 days either side of the original date. I had hoped to catch the 6pm but with the various delays during the day, we caught the 8pm instead. So far the crossing is pretty smooth which I’m very grateful for but the wifi is awful with hundreds of people probably trying to use it at the same time. Hopefully, the pub we’re staying at is really only 10 minutes away as advertised.

5.        Spend the remaining Euro we have. All except 47 Euro cents have been spent on Toberone, a power adapter and a bottle of water. Buggered if I know where the Australian to European adaptor went to. I’ve a horrible thought I left it in the wall at a service station 500km away. To work around this, I’ve bought a UK/Europe adaptor to plug into my Australia/UK adaptor. It seems to work so far. I wouldn’t be so concerned but we’ll need it when going to the US next week. It’s a shame as we bought the original adaptor back in 99 for our first trip.


Anyway, time to pack up and get ready for the docking happening soon at Dover. I’m looking forward to a British cider!

Wednesday 9 September 2015

Mont St Michel to the Bayeux Tapestry


Sunday, 06 September

I headed for the Eiffel Tower for my morning walk but couldn’t make it in the hour I had. I did see the top third when I turned around. On the way back, I realised I was running through dry, brown leaves on the path. Autumn was here! Well, Autumny enough for the leaves to fall and to have a chill in the air.

The previous night we made friends with a Canadian family cycling through Europe for an entire year. They have a 9 year-old son and 11 year old daughter and have been on the road for the last 5 weeks. So far, they have had an excellent time, even when they have to cycle up to 70km a day, cycling for 6 hours a day. It pales the girl’s complaints of sitting in Springy reading their books for a few hours a day while drive in comparison.

The day was spent taking the backroads out of Paris. We initially intended to visit the massive market in Paris before we left but the lack of parking and the acres of stalls, mostly knockoff clothing and shoes, put Dee off. So we then had to negotiate  our way out and back onto our original path.

Luckily, we came across a small local produce market and stocked up again, buying some yummy food from one vendor. So impressed with the food, I went back to buy more for dinner tonight. I also gave their young daughter, who had tried to translate for us, a few Australian coins.

We found our farm for the night that had geese, chicken and other poultry. SO, me acting a goose was perfectly acceptable.
J

Monday, 07 September

Taking more backroads, we finally arrived at Mont St. Michel. After a quick bit of math, I figured it was 16 years, 3 months and 3 days since we had been here last. We noticed the changes that had taken place, mainly the massive carpark a few kilometers from the Abbey. With the high level of tourism, it’s not surprising this occurred.

Unfortunately, the who day had a shadow cast over it by the behavior of the guide directing us to the relevant parking spot for campers. I don’t expect the staff to all speak English, that would be arrogant and ridiculous. I would expect that the guide not to be smug about not being to help us if we didn’t speak French and dismissive of us. It infuriated Dee to the extent that she didn’t want to visit the site at all.

After lunch and an afternoon kip, we took Dee to the Abbey but she didn’t tour through as the steps would be too much effort on her heart.

As the abbey was over 3km from the carpark, a free bus service was available that operated from 7am to 1am. If you have ever read, ‘Dr Doolittle’, there was a creature with a head at either end of its body called a ‘Push me-Pull you’. This buses were like that with a driver’s seat at each end as there wasn’t enough of a turn around space at the Abbey or the information place.
I took Gene through the Abbey and we enjoyed it immensely. We had come at just the right time as the Abbey closed its entrance just after we left, an hour earlier than normal. We had planned to dine on the island but all the restaurants didn’t open until 7pm an hour and half later. We decided to head towards the ‘town’ (more of a supporting complex with restaurants and hotels). We had a wonderful dinner and spent the night in the carpark, especially considering parking was over 20 Euro for a 24 hour period.

Tuesday, 08 September
My walk took me back to Mont St Michel, enjoying the sight of sun rising a multitude of tourists taking photos of it. 

More backroads took us to Omaha Beach , a museum and the cemetery of the fallen American soldiers. Dee really didn’t want to be here but I felt it was important for Gene to see and experience the site.

In the afternoon we visited the Bayeux Tapestry (noting it is actually an embroidery). It had been moved from the last place where we saw originally. Much less of an explanation about it at first with an audio guide that shuffled you along until it deposited you at the souvenir shop. At least we weren’t on a conveyor belt this time. It was wonderful to see the embroidery again. Strangely, I was the only person dressed like the people in the art……….

We loaded the GPS with our rest spot for the night which was only a few kms away. The GPS wanted me to drive 1 ½ hours, so I knew something was wrong. After triple checking the co-ordinates, we realised they were incorrect in the book, so we had to decipher the directions and make our way to the cider farm.