Right after arriving in Amsterdam, Qatar Airways emailed with an offer to upgrade on either return sector of my flights. Well timed – send that email when the pain of long haul is FRESH! So I decided to take up the offer for the 14 hour flight from Doha to Sydney. Overall, adding this upgrade STILL made my total fare less than what I usually spend to fly to Europe (given it was May, it was cheaper than July/August or around Christmas/New Year when I’ve travelled in the past).
Now, on the plane!!
I was well and truly getting a cold, and so my sleep was restless but I can ONLY imagine how much worse I may have felt elsewhere in the plane.
charging stone – this is the first year I’ve had one (Thanks Santa/Mum) and on long bus and train rides, I’d have been lost without it…
laptop – I was in two minds, but I’ve yet to curse it’s weight, or worry about it’s safety
cross body satchel – purchased in Chicago, I haven’t looked back! It’s great for holding a wallet, phone and keys, and at a pinch, my fold up shopping bag, bobby pins etc etc
backpack – I bought it for $5 in a thrift store, and it worked well. I didn’t ‘need’ it for the hikes or Iceland stuff as I anticipated, but it was great on travel days (of which there were many!)
pop out extra bag – i bought this in Japan, and it’s tiny when it’s folded down, and expands out for my ‘return’ journey. It’s a pain that it doesn’t stay centred on the suitcase’s extendable handle which means it can swing around, but…. first world problems. In the driving journey, I put all the ‘Iceland’ clothes in it, and left it in the car boot.
all the underwear – I’ll never discourage someone packing all the underwear – it saves being FORCED to wash for tiny items. And before someone says “hand wash nightly”, I tell you: one night stays are risky they won’t get dry and I do NOT do musty/undry smell.
packing a collection of earrings – when you wear the same coat everyday, and in all the photos, it’s nice to add some variety in the smallest of ways.
i don’t have a laptop sleeve, so I improvised:
What could be improved
weather was a little warmer than anticipated – a skirt or a pair of shorts would have been worn a few times!
the cashmere jumper was never worn. When I was cold in Europe, I threw on the black puffer jacket, with a hood, it was good for the day it rained in Heidelberg
packed a hat – never wore it. tsk
a dedicated sleeping top – I did think about this. Instead I made do with other tops, but then felt they were too ‘dirty’ for day wear afterwards
failing the above sleeping top, a sleeping dress – I often like a light summery dress, it’s much easier for shared bathrooms (for dress/undress then pants etc), can be slept in and is generally comfortable.
my cross body purse (pictured above) is a little squeezey for things that are DL sized (or the length of the short edge of a normal piece of paper), so I would consider that if I ever replace it
I packed ‘hotel minis’ I had left over from an interstate trip, as well as my solid shampoo. I always opted for the little bottles as they were easy to dry and put away, whereas the shampoo bar stays damp and I feared leaking – I did use it the few nights in Heidelberg though
my eight year old work boots stopped ‘working’! The soles have started to split, and in Heidelberg, so much so my socks got wet from rain. I decided to ‘let them go’ at Lyon station, rather than traipse them back to Paris or Sydney. I did however swap into their damaged’ness in Oradour-Sur-Glane after doing the museum in heels and feeling a little sole sore!
my heels lost one of the plastic pads that hides the metal and other mechanics the second last day – which makes tiled floors a little more perilous. I know the word for a ‘reheeler’ but I need to find one who can do it on the spot. Cause there’s no way I’m wearing flip flops in Paris!
Overall, I’m pretty content with what I packed. I picked items I love to wear, and didn’t get bored of them in the two weeks. I did need to do washing, and it can be a little annoying to get dry before moving again.
This post takes a few points from my 2017 Bucket list and groups them together… Nothing’s booked yet, but it’s another way of gathering my thoughts and things that could be grouped together. I also drafted a post for a trip to Scandinavia (in case that also accidently posts!)
8. Go to the super bowl | Minneapolis, US (early Feb 2018)
10. Go to (the original) Mardi Gras| New Orleans USA (mid Feb) – weekend prior to is February 9- 13 see site http://www.mardigrasneworleans.com/mardi1.html
20. Take a SoulCycle Class
111 West Wacker, Chicago, IL 60601
2549 Kirby Drive, Houston, TX 77019
12 in Los Angeles
9. Build a bonfire and make S’mores
I feel like S’mores a summer tradition, but a fire in winter seems right to me!
Today was the start of the journey home. Once again, I stayed in a budget chain hotel (ACE) in Clermont Ferrard, which is located just off the major highway, but also had a cluster of chain restaurants nearby (and coupons in the foyer to get a reduction on the bill – something I forgot the night previously). I continue to get painfully full from delicious meals – at this Pizza restraunt, I had a ginger cocktail followed by a square pizza with camembert, some sort of dried meat, bacon cubes, onion and potato. Amazingly good. Followed it by a tiramisu made with speculoos, which is a spiced biscuit from the Netherlands or Belgium which often accompanies a coffee.
I forgot to set an alarm, but naturally woke at 8.30am (well and also 1am and 6am, but… you know…). I enjoyed the 6E90 breakfast, almost identical to the day before – a large mug of hot chocolate, a yoghurt and two pastries. When in France, right? The buttery lightness of pain au chocolate and croissants is amazing when it’s done right! Then back in the car.
For this leg of the journey, I decided to try taking the toll roads (or paege). It cut a considerable amount of time from my journey (the GPS had been configured to remember ‘no tolls roads’ so it took some playing around to reverse that idea). The initial projections were a four hour travel time, which would have had me returning the hire car after the 13h15 agreed.
The toll roads are wonderful – still spectacular scenery, but foot down and that’s about it – no roundabouts. There’s at least two lanes everywhere, and three in areas where it’s hilly (so the trucks can take a slow lane). There’s also a collection of tunnels, which are impressive too. Overall, road rules and sensible driving abound. Everyone stays right unless overtaking. I’m not sure if it was forgetfulness or the rules, but many people leave the indicator ‘on’ whilst in the fast lane overtaking. Generally speaking, there was little predatory behaviour, like following closely, though one Ferrari driver had a moment that saw me give him eye contact to say “your impatience will not see me cut in front of a large truck until I deem it safe”.
There was horrendous congestion on the approach to Lyon, and I worked hard with first and second gear, and didn’t one stall! I did change lanes once or twice, and in hindsight, far right was the best (for the future turn, but also for traffic flows!). I also, unexpectedly had an additional toll for using the city’s ring road. I haven’t a CLUE what the cost was, and just merrily inserted my card. Devil may care… or… there’s really no backing out.
Once within Lyon ‘walls’, I had an easy enough drive, although the final turn was left, across two lanes of traffic, two tram lines, and then there were pedestrians crossing (or talking on their mobile and making me anxious whilst I straddled tram lines). In the end, dilly dallying mobile phone man was ignored, and I proceeded. Car back! Safely!
It was a few blocks in the baking sun to the train station, which seemed to have increased the armed military presence. I sat down for a little while to decompress after buying my ticket, and then grabbed some lunch (Starbucks… cause the French chain Paul had unbelievable lines). Then I boarded my train – not without a pushy women trying to cut the line in front of me, to realise.. wrong carriage. I did say excuse me in French, but she may not be French. Shame. Seriously, forming an orderly queue is something most in France and Germany can master… tourists too!
So, I’m alone again, which is a SURE FIRE way for me to write more (as I don’t get to speak as much!!)
Today, was a travel day. I got a 7am train from Heidelberg to Mannheim, then awaited a Mannheim > Strasbourg train (which was terminating in Paris-Est). I have only gushy good things to say about the latter train, a German high speed ICE train, it travelled up to 250kmh and the best bit for me was the free wifi (as mornings here are when Australia is awake). That journey was only an hour.
It was like breathing sweeter air arriving in France. Ok, I’m delusional – I did suddenly understand most of the announcements, but I was slow to prepare my bags and had ever so polite French people barging on board making it hard for me to disembark. Of course, it was two charmany French gentlemen who eventually stemmed the flow.
Once on the platform – the obligatory French police office with a semi automatic weapon. This has always been a visible thing in Paris, but I have no doubt they’ve redoubled security efforts in recent times, and I saw two army kitted, semi automatic wielding men in Lyon station too.
Oh, not to jump ahead, but the train from Strasbourg terminates in Marseilles, but I took it to Lyon which seems like a local hub to hire a car and drive east toward Oradour-Sur-Glane. And as may have been foreshadowed previously – there was NO wifi on board. And two very loudly speaking germans were seat mates – and I still napped (and gave them side eyes when I didn’t. True to stereotype, they were in socks and sandals too!).
Now, momentous milestone time I hired a car! Ok, so I’ve been in hire cars, but I’ve never driven one, certainly not as the sole responsible party. I don’t think I even drove hire cars we got in the US last year, or in QLD the year prior. And if it’s not enough I hired a car, I hired a manual (usually drive automatic) in a country that drives on the other side of the world.
I do wish, for comedic purposes, I’d filmed some of my early moments in the car. At one stage Kate the GPS lady misguided me, and then says “Make a U turn when safe” and I chuckle and say out loud “I’m not French you know?”. Yes, Kate is speaking English, cause there’s only so much of a challenge I need at any one time!! The car was at the train station – so full on down town, one way streets. Thank you Kate, you were an extra 16E per day, and it’s not a euro wasted there, let me assure you!
All in all, there’s a ton of things I’m thankful for
thanks Mum for buying the little bro a cheap manual to learn on (and… for me refreshing my 15 year old learners lessons in manual last year)
thank you France for the fine weather – can’t imagine adding pelting rain to the adventure
thank you GPS Kate, for your faultless directions… well except for roadwork
thank you Renault Twingo for both having a cute name, but also a little icon to say ‘hey silly, up a gear’ or ‘down a gear’
thank you for my stress/anxiety for somehow allowing me NOT PLANNING THIS PART, and driving til an arbitrary time (6pm) and finding a cheap hotel with a handful of nearby restaurants. Charming – not so much, what I need – definitely! Who knew I could do ‘unplanned’?
thank you random Aussie friends who are awake late, and chat to me when I need it – it’s nice to share the ‘I’m doing this now’ with someone… even if only virtually!
I should also say – I actually have no idea where I am. I mean… I just turn when she said turn, and I set her to Limoges my destination. I did a few times think ‘are you sure honey’? As I was inclined to go via Clermont Ferrard. I did go via Vichy and two Louis Vuitton offices or factories in the lovely countryside. I any case, it’s ‘only’ a 2 hour drive to my planned destination tomorrow, and another night out and about before I need to return the car, so tomorrow can be less travel and more site seeing.
The seed that started my 2017 tour of Europe was an invitation to a wedding in Heidelberg. J is a friend I’ve had since 1999, when she was a boarding house supervisor and I was a student. During the intervening years, we’ve both lived in Europe, and in different parts of Australia, but early on we formed a strong friendship via email when she was completing a part of her PhD in Bonn in Germany. When I lived in France in 2006, she was back in Brisbane, Australia, but in 2008 when I returned to France for a three week Women in Engineering conference/summer school, I spent a few days with her in Heidelberg. In late 2010, J visited me in Sydney for a weekend, and quite on a whim, I decided to go to Germany for a white Christmas. It was a fabulously snowy winter, and I got to meet a number of J’s colleagues and friends.
J met her partner T, at work, however returned to work for CSIRO in Melbourne Australia not long after they’d started dating (at least… that’s my recollection!). For a number of years they did a long distance relationship, but J found a job back in Heidelberg and they were reunited. In December last year (2016), T formally proposed, and they set a date of 20 May 2017.
I’ve never attended a German wedding, and J is also quite naturalised as an Australian, so there was some variations on German wedding. For example, at the reception, games and skit/performances are quite common in German weddings, and this wasn’t largely done. That only happened to the smallest extent – there was a tub of sand they had to dig through for treasure…. And a projected address from a whole heap of famous Germans (Angela Merkel, a football star, Darth Vader etc) I assume wishing them all the best.
The wedding ceremony was held in a lovely old church in a monastery. I was so perplexed being told that the pew decorations were being double sided taped – I’m used to pews having a ‘head’ or something similar, with which one can loop around. Nope – not these modern, minimalistic pews! And sure enough, at least two arrangements in their glass test tubes did become detached… 🙁 The test tubes were a gentle nod to J’s chemistry background, and I don’t know about T’s studies and work, but perhaps his too. So much so, at the reception, the lolly table held things in beakers and test tubes in racks.
It felt like every detail was attended to – in the sense that, it feels like all the lovely things were there, nothing was forgotten or struck off. Here’s some of the lovely details
every pew had a floral decoration (not every second etc)
plants and little vases to decorate the low stone wall
floral napkins to put out with cakes, croissants and quiches for after church
a coffee cart, which also poured and distributed champagne (or similar)
bikes to cycle between the ceremony and the reception, complete with helmets!
lace bows for attaching to car antennas (which I made with my room mate); but the florist who’d decorated the bridal tandem bike, had left wired bows to decorate the bikes
sushi snacks for cocktail hour at the reception
tablescapes that included
placeholders were little glass jars with a chalk label and bowled lollies inside with T heart J and similar
coasters with ‘Advice for the bride and groom’
love hearts out of novel pages & wooden cursive ‘love’
a table set up for children – with colouring books and mini lego
bathrooms with make up wipes and sanitary items (and pew flowers (roses) which I’d rescued and mimed to the florist we could reuse)
a lolly station (despite there being about 6 dessert options in a pick and choose layout)
It was such a wonderful night (and day!). The bike ride between the locations was a lovely part of J & T’s story, and it was SUCH a lovely day to do it. Everyone waved and clapped and honked their horns. And I didn’t fall off. I may have been a little immodest riding in a dress, but it’s not that uncommon either. The reception was lovely and leisurely, and we were seated with really interesting people, who spoke English and German, so were wonderful at summarising speeches and helping decipher the menu/blackboard, though some things just aren’t translatable: mashinis was mashed potato in a martini glass, and was to be served as a midnight snack 🙂 That being said, I think we left after 1am, and fresh from having desert, so the midnight snack was shelved.
The overall experience was wonderful. My usual waitress was Lithuanian (second I’d met in Iceland) and happy to help and generally pretty bubbly. I was initially worried when the menu said only for tables of two or more, but it wasn’t a problem. Interesting the first few dishes were quite rapid in coming, but then there became long lapses between the mains (the fish and the lamb particularly). I had nowhere else to be, but I’d forgotten to bring a novel, due to a small handbag, and in the end, resorted to writing on my map!! Of course, like absolutely EVERYWHERE in Iceland, there was wifi, so I could also occasionally chat with people in Australia. Seems a bit vulgar, but I didn’t have company with me.
My final full day in Iceland was doing ‘the’ tour – the Golden circle. I think the golden comes from one of the waterfalls appearing golden in certain sun conditions – sunshine I didn’t witness! I have to say, I was at my limit to tours for this last one. Three full days and one half day had been fantastic, but I was a little over the piling in and out of a minibus! Say nothing for the weather being particularly unpleasant – a lot of wind, and intermittent rain (or water fall spray). I also didn’t ‘warm’ to my guide or bus mates as much as other days. Though… I saw my Day 1 guide in the power plant hahaha! Extreme Iceland tour buses were everywhere all the time, so I’m not at all surprised!
I took a TON of notes (on my iPhone) on this short stop – I’m clearly pretty interested in renewables, which figures with my work.
The place is pretty interesting, so I found a wiki link for you. I cannot fathom how in days gone by, they knew what days to gather… I mean, long nights and days of all sunlight must have made calendar usage a little more challenging, right?
This is the area where the two tectonic plates meet, and you can snorkel between them – in dry suits. There are people from previous tours who’d done it, and others who were signed up to do it. I think it sounds like MADNESS to get in that freezing water, but it looks utterly gorgeous, so I can see why! Interesting, this is something I didn’t read about prior to my trip, but the work counsellor mentioned it. He’s a smart fellow!
The trip has been fantastic. I’ll admit, last year’s Euro trip, whilst a bucket load warmer, wasn’t quite as enjoyable. I think the reasons this has been more successful is in part due to my home life being different, but also, I was much better planned. I booked things in, I felt like I used my time well. I have many clear memories in Russia and Romania of long lazy hours in the hotel rooms. I know I’m not a 4 full days in a row tour girl for Iceland, but I know a few here and there really contextualise the things I’m seeing. Of course the quality of the guide makes a HUGE difference, as does those you’re with – and those two factors are luck of the drawer! Hostels are great as a solo traveller as they are largely social – unless you a German Next Top Model… yeah, two rather anti social pretty girls for two nights in Iceland! Speaking of, I changed hostels after my overnight tour, as it was more cost effective, but thankfully (and unexpectedly) closer to town:
I was up at 2.15am to get a bus to the airport for a 5.55am flight to Frankfurt. At least it was light by about 3.30am, so that made it seem less strange…
If you wanted to do this tour, here’s the link, I highly recommend Extreme Iceland (even though they don’t pay me!)
I spent the morning doing (another!) volcanic caving tour (the other was here). I was immensely pleased it wasn’t the whole day, which gave me time to walk around ‘downtown’ Reykjavik. I headed for the famed church, and then just meandered around. I then started being strategic – next meal strategic! So I looked at a few menus and I think I have decided where I’ll have a degustation meal. I had a museli bar for dinner last night – I’m about contrasts!