March 25, 2009
March 19th – 25th
The Fellowship of the Ring now disbanded, we carry on alone. But remember – .not all who wander are lost.
There are 8 million stories in this trip and these are just some of them.
In a motor home in another hemisphere, far, far away………
Two go to South Island.
Indiana Wolinski and the Last Crusade.
Carry on Campervanning
Around the World in 135 Days
Last of the Motorhomes
Licence to thrill….extreme sports and chases.
The (Sand) Fly
Road to New Zealand….South Specific.
Motorhome in the Mist.
Breakfast at DOC’s
The Reader (34 and counting)
Ready, Steady – Mount Cook!
Last of the Spring Sauvignon Blanc.
Silence of the Vans.
How many book/film/TV quotes/titles can I distort before you become irritated?
The following events happen in real time.
Lake Manapouri -entrance to Doubtful Sound – enchanting and mysterious – we found the River that Sam and Frodo travelled but we failed to find the Dead Marshes.
Kingston Flyer – a black steam locomotive puffed and hooted it‘s way through the Remarkable Mountain Range (and they are, indeed, remarkable in their beauty!)
Kawarau River – a mum and her 10 year old son were tied together and jumped from a high bridge…..it was the original Bungy Jump
Mount Cook – walked up to Hooker Glacier. – the glaciers creaked and groaned, New Zealand Falcons screeched and a naked man jumped in and out of the turquoise milk lake to a round of applause (and possibly hypothermia!). I loved Mount Cook, we woke to more sunshine and glistening mountain tops and I didn’t want to leave.
Pancake Rocks – hundreds of thin slices of limestone rock stacked on top of each other, foundations of distorted caves undercutting their sometimes precarious balance. A beautiful walkway of stone and wood, totally hemmed in by lush tropical vegetation allowed superb vantage points. Later discovered this had been built after a tragedy where a viewing platform collapsed and 17 young people died. This place was an assault on all the senses. The thunderous swoosh, crunch, boom and bang as the waves pounded and slapped the fragile limestone; the anticipation of which wave would pound through and force the spray up through fissures in the rock, the delight when the whale spout emerged and created rainbows in the resulting mist, the surprise when blow holes erupted elsewhere and bursts of spray came from odd directions; the taste of the sea when you were gently showered; but above all the sights – the colony of petrels watching the show from the top of a flat rock, the snow studded peninsula stretching in the distance across the bay and hundreds (no, thousands) of white horses galloping in on the rolling waves. All we needed was a guinness.
Eddie parked the van to take a photo. It started to roll gently down the hard shoulder. I had to unbuckle, dive across, press the brake pedal and find the handbrake which was in the wrong place. In such moments, heroes are made. So, what exactly does our insurance say?
Cape Foulwind is home to a colony of hugely entertaining Kekone Seals. The dads had done their duty and buggered off. The toddlers had a training pool and played ‘Kingy’ on a rock and were occasionally showered or washed out of the safe area – their mums either ‘cried’ them back in or went and got them. The teenagers had advanced to surfing in the wild waves and were having great fun. Mums cared for very young pups or splayed out sunbathing or had arguments with much screeching and fin flapping. It was all a bit like a Copley break duty really.
Drove 7 …seven….slow, juddering miles along a gravel track to do the following;- a) stand in Aragorn’s footsteps as he guided the hobbits through ‘Chetwood Forest’ away from Bree b)walk through an orc ridden, magic pool forest (where the mozzies sounded like 633 Squadron) c)clamber over massive fossil stamped boulders d) look down into the dizzy depths of Harwood’s Hole – the biggest sink hole/cave in the southern hemisphere (400m down, 70m across) e)stay in our most remote overnight stay yet, no light pollution for miles and miles and miles, we wrapped ourselves in the blackest of inky, black, velvet, black blackness ….the night sky was phenomenal.
We are so privileged to be doing this.
P.S. We have walked part of a coastal path in the Abel Tasman National Park – stunning beaches. Tomorrow I have the chance to ride a horse that starred in Lord of the Rings…middle horse in the 19th row in the battle scenes…shall I?!!!!
March 18, 2009
Celebrated Rod’s birthday with a trip to Skippers Canyon…a winding road with terrifying drops to the side, scary enough even before we met a thousand sheep mustering to the lower levels; a jetboat ride down the canyon…we gazed reverently upon the very spot where Frodo and Arwen faced the Ringwraiths before they were washed away by a tidal wave; Gill was exhilarated and drenched as we sped on, scraping by the sides of the canyon , Rod and Eddie sat stoical and unperturbed as we did 360degree turns, and me? I just about managed to hang on and I squealed like a girl; we stood on an early bungy jump bridge and pondered the madness of youth; we found Kelvin Heights and paddled in freezing water , spectacular views all around , debating how we could manage to live in this particular part of Queenstown; we played mini golf…Gill got a hole in one and I won overall (we were gracious victors).; we had a wonderful Italian ,thanks Rod) and toasted Emma’s hen night. Bliss.
Mounted a joint campaign against sandflies – we lost – they really are vicious little buggers
Enjoyed their photos of their Milford Sound experience – they had spectacular, glorious weather and a marvellous trip under brilliant blue sky
On our own again
We climbed onto Fox Glacier, put on our crampons (I write this so casually but I was so excited….I wore crampons!!!! Tick it off the ‘things I must do’ list!!), picked up our hobbit like staffs which helped (but didn’t entirely stop) me falling over and had fun with moulins and glacial flow ON THE GLACIER. WOW!
Found Deer Park Heights – several Lord of the Rings locations…I embarrassed Eddie by posing for several photos…here I am firing arrows alongside Legolas, here I am standing by Gandalf and Shadowfax, here I am pointing to attacking Wargs, here I am being a refugee from Edoras, here I am following Aragorn over the cliff (oh yes, indeed) ….such fun.
In the same place we fed gentle but supercilious llamas, alpacas, goats and an especially aggressive deer. With signs which warned ‘STAY IN YOUR CAR IN THIS SECTION’ we did exactly that and then watched nervously as a huge stag with the fiercest and largest antlers tried to disembowel two Spanish tourists. We suspected they couldn’t read English.
Headed to Milford Sound in a steady downpour, listening to the Pogues ‘Misty Morning’, trying to count the myriad cascades sliding down the mountains and wondering whether it was worth going on a boat trip, we could only see vague shapes across the water. The boat was practically empty….we went. Good decision! The trip started in that scene straight out of King Kong when they arrive on the island…gazing up at sheer, soaring rock face, green with rain forest and prehistoric, velvet vegetation shrouded in clouds that moved sluggishly in the breeze giving glimpses of majestic heights towering above. Arctic terns showed off their flying skills in the tail wind behind the boat. Mitre Peak disappeared into the mist, veined with hundreds (thousands?) of waterfalls. Mount Kimberley, the Lion Rock, crouched at the entrance to the Sound. We glimpsed a rainbow at Fairy Falls, applauded the lone seal posing on the rock…..and in an instant the whole scene changed, the sun broke through and we were insignificant and awed as we craned our necks to see the dizzy heights surrounding us – the glacier glittered brightly and we saw the whole magnificence of this beautiful place. Perfect. We drove back via an unfolding scenery of massive granite slabs, swooping eagles, hidden chasms, and a changing light which startled us around every corner. Eddie’s photos of it are simply beautiful.
We called in on the positively delightful Te Anau and were so taken with it that we stopped for the night…this motor home makes for spontaneity! We could live here too…lake, mountains, walks, pleasant beer, nice people, more LOR locations to check on tomorrow…what’s not to like? New Zealand is stunning.
P.S. As suspected, access to the internet is a little more difficult here as we are traveling in quite remote areas and staying in the motorhome but we will post when we can. We are on the South Island for another 10 days and then move up north.
March 18, 2009
After two nights in an apartment we arrange our meeting points for the next week with Rod and Gill, and then go to collect the motor home in which we are to spend the next 5 weeks. I’ll say that again. 5 weeks. That’s 35 days.
It is cute. It is cosy. It is a little bigger than the Trans Mongolian compartment. It is compact. It is full of ingenious ways of storing the things you need…everything from a teapot (essential) to a carpet cleaner (hmmm).It is civilized, – it has a TV, DVD player (a bit of a hint that it may be difficult to get a signal) toilet and shower. It encourages your awareness of how much water you normally waste and it certainly ensures that you become very aware of your bodily functions. And it is small. If we can survive this close proximity, for this length of time, we can survive anything. We’ll be fine as long as the weather is kind to us.
We drive through Arthur’s Pass, stopping to climb Castle Hills in late afternoon sunshine and the odd rain shower. The rain turns our surroundings a million shades of grey and the first night finds us up a mountain in the dark with torrential rain and winds. It can only get better. And it does….the morning dawns clear and we do a steep, demanding climb to see the surrounding peaks dusted with the first new snow of the season. It destroys our knees for the next 2 days but it was worth it.
Celebrated Joanne’s birthday with a lovely Italian meal and remembered our collective holidays and children fondly.
Visited Akaroa – beautiful harbour – had an incredibly cold picnic .
Mislaid each other en route and somehow created looping texts which cost us all a fortune.
Illegally fed seagulls in Hokitika with the best chips ever.
Walked to Franz Joseph Glacier (Rod and Gill went up earlier in a helicopter and had a truly magical time – the photos were stunning).
Ate a wonderful meal that Eddie cooked for the 4 of us in our tiny, tiny kitchen, ate a wonderful meal that Rod cooked for us in their apartment
Drank a significant amount of alcohol celebrating Rod‘s birthday several times.
Had a particularly glorious day – leaving Franz Joseph with clear blue skies and the Lord of the Rings magnificent ‘Lighting of the Beacons’ ridge of mountains to our left; Gill leading us to Gillespie Beach – panorama of Mount Cook and Tasman behind us, a beach of pebbled sand dotted with bleached driftwood and rimmed with huge crashing waves in front; we enjoyed Lake Matheson with the glacier mirrored on it’s surface; Rod and Gill climbed to the glacier and we enjoyed a wonderful meal to complete a perfect day – the 4 of us have been lucky enough to share many excellent days and moments but this was absolutely superb.
March 8, 2009
We left Sydney via Bondi Beach which was sheltering under a huge black cloud. We saw people fishing, jogging, doing tai chi, meditating, swimming, boarding and of course surfing. Two Buddhist monks sat in their saffron robes and focused on the waves. ..clearly keeping any more great white sharks at bay (except it didn’t…we read in the paper 3 days later that a 3rd attack took place!) There was an open air pool right next to the beach and waves crashed over and into it – why didn‘t we have time for me to go in there?
The drive down the coastal road was beautiful. Hyam‘s beach was an excellent stop…in the kind of light that makes the sand look even whiter, the sea look even more turquoise and the sky look even bigger and bluer.
Mollymock Beach was gorgeous (Billy Connolly has a house somewhere near…cost $1 million and a quarter and he comes here for about a week a year) but Pebbly Beach was superb…..an exciting drive down a dirt track led to a distinctly unpebbly beach renowned for kangaroos. We spotted forest, grass, rock pools, white sand and eventually friendly roos and even friendlier exotic birds. Eddie explored while I had another washing machine experience in the surf which had wilder and bigger breakers than Mollymock.
The coastal road took us 3 days through Gypsy Point, Mallacoota, Eden, Lakes Entrance….so many idyllic spots with beaches, lakes, fishing, boats, pelicans and glorious scenery. We met some very friendly people who are so proud of their country and especially of their own little piece of it.
We arrived in Melbourne to stay with my relatives. Maggie was my mam’s cousin and she and Derek came here in 1971. They have 4 sons – Heath lives in London and Maggie is visiting him at the moment. Taran works in Ceres, an environmental collective – it’s a fascinating place (great for school trips and learning about sustainability!). We went to his daughter’s 12th birthday party in a Japanese restaurant and met his children Riah and Liam for the first time.
Calan lives in the city and runs a community printing business which was really interesting (we have some clever and funny postcards and I‘m already ordering next year‘s Christmas cards!). He lent us his apartment so we have had 2 days of city living in a designer flat overlooking the sea and the city – the night time views are extraordinarily beautiful. Calan is thinking of letting the apartment to visitors so check him out if you are going to Melbourne because it is central, stylish and the swimming pool is so cool and has the most amazing view….
Jarret and Debbie and their son Hayden live near where the bush fires have been and as you can imagine, it has been very tough up there. We experienced just a little of the extreme weather with 33 degrees and the hottest, most fierce, most unpredictable wind I have ever felt – it certainly made us understand how the fires spread so dramatically but they’ve had several days of 46 degrees and these terrifying winds for weeks now.
Jarret and Debbie live in the most fantastic house with huge space inside and out, the most amazing bathroom taps (we had a competition to see who was quickest at working out how to use them!) parrots and kookaburras in the garden, turtle in the pond, Debbie’s mum makes fantastic food and Hayden is excellent at sport… and a ‘Groodle’ called Honey. A groodle is a cross between a golden retriever and a poodle which makes it a friendly and very smart dog…and she was…we plan to set up groodle breeding business when we return home.
Derek has been a tremendous host – we have eaten very well (lots from the garden) and it’s been lovely catching up with family news and old photos. He’s driven us all over the place and it’s not his fault that we didn’t win the pub quiz! Griff the dog is a character and has become very fond of us. Sarah has lent us her computer to do the blog and organise things and been delightful. We’ve had great book conversations and enjoyed her excellent vegan food.
We have also met Tim’s brother Steve and nephew Daniel and had a pleasantly alcoholic evening in the wonderful Dog‘s Bar in St. Kildas ( I apologise to them both unreservedly now…in my defence I had only eaten 2 slices of toast all day and that wine was spectacularly good!) they were lovely people and didn’t deserve to see me sozzled. We also caught up with Xris who we first met up with in Beijing – it was bizarre to discover that she lived right next to where Taran works and has probably met him already! It was brilliant to see her, she showed us round Williamstown and we had a thoroughly pleasant time watching the ships and boats and sharing a chocolate toblerone cheesecake of spectacular size and taste…..and on the way back we shared an earthquake!!! We didn’t actually feel it as we were on the train but it was an interesting end to a wonderful day.
So the weather has changed….33 one day, 19 degrees the next…and rain……we were back to fleeces and socks but pleased that the change will help the firefighters! We have skyped Paul and David and Ali (HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALI!) and the memory of David with his drinking hat on will sustain us for some time.
Off to New Zealand on 8th – very excited about meeting up with Rod and Gill. Internet access will be more difficult from the motor home but we will endeavour to share our Lord of the Rings experiences.
February 26, 2009
Brisbane was far too hot and we hid in the gallery enjoying aboriginal art and in the library investigating travel books until it was cool enough to explore the botanical gardens. We were a little under whelmed by Brisbane (I suspect the heat) so we spent our second day at Steve Irwin‘s Australia Zoo. The Irwin Family appear to be national icons – there was a memorial shrine of Steve’s signature khaki shirts which had all been signed by sympathetic people and the children feature in animal videos shown all over the place as well as lots of merchandise. However, it’s obvious that the man did an awful lot and there was a very strong educational conservational theme to all aspects of the zoo. It was beautifully laid out; there were scores of rangers wandering round with pythons, wombats, birds, dingoes, koalas etc for anyone to stroke, touch etc and they gave out lots of information(did you know that snakeskin is made of the same material as our nails?); we saw 4 of the 5 most venomous snakes in the world (did you know that the top 4 all lived in Australia?) , we fed elephants (did you know that they get really bored?), stroked giant tortoises (did you know that their necks were more wrinkled than mine?) and kangaroos (did you know one of them tried to box Eddie?) and kept a respectful distance from the many seriously scary crocs and the cassowaries (did you know they can ‘unzip‘ a person with their claws?) …but the very best bit was the tigers. After the concern about how the big cats were kept caged in Beijing we sat for ages watching 2 massive teenage tigers playing with their trainer in a pool. Imagine 2 kittens playing with a ball of string….that total focus and athletic grace…now multiply the size and potential ferocity many, many times and imagine these tigers jumping after a blow up ball trapped inside a blue plastic milk crate….it was a glorious hour.
Sydney is cool – literally and metaphorically – it’s cloudier, there’s a breeze and the temperature has dropped – which makes a pleasant change. Eddie was poisoned by a prawn which limited us a little but we still managed a day and a half’s frantic activity;-
We discovered a new artist at the Museum of Modern Art – Yayoi Kamura – mirror sculptures; soft cloud installation; hypnotic patterns. We were shut in a small cupboard with tiny lights and water reflecting my claustrophobia!
We travelled on the ferry and saw boats of all shapes and sizes, including war ships, submarines, tall ships and even the Queen Mary 2 which most of Sydney turned out to see (it is really huge).
We craned our necks to see the Coat hanger (the Harbour Bridge) and the plaque underneath ; “Pauline and Garth Clayton climbed here” – we envied them the experience!
We took photos of the Opera House and appreciated the shape and colour until we realized that this was where those dreadful tiles from the Arndale Centre ended up.
We wandered the Botanical Gardens reading the signs urging us to hug a tree…..and we heard more screeching Grey Headed Flying Foxes as they waited for dusk. The Botanical Society is trying out “humane ways of discouraging these massive bats” because while they help pollination, there are too many of them. Eddie suggested they play them the new Lily Allen song.
We walked through Victorian arcades which were far more beautiful than the contents of the designer shops where they celebrated Barbie Day by doing ‘professionals will make you up to look like Barbie’ sessions – a snip at $99.
We loved the intimacy of the harbour area…the old and modern buildings are jam packed together to create a perfect harmony – so much is going on, the people are vibrant/ energetic – it has a real buzz.
We watched TV news which showed a Great White Shark caught in Sydney Harbour – presumably the one which bit off someone’s finger last week. I also caught only 30 silent seconds of Neighbours so I can‘t provide any spoilers but I am reliably informed that the UK now knows that Bridget is pregnant . I am profoundly shocked by this news so when we finally get to Melbourne I will be applying for a Sex and Relationship Education post at Erinsborough High – the teenage Neighbours clearly need advice about safe sex.
February 22, 2009
Stage 1 Cairns to Brisbane Feb 15th– 25th)
Cairns (February 15th– 17th)
1.Mossam Gorge Rainforest…walking in a thunderstorm as foliage dripped Real, warm rain in a real, warm rainforest.
2.Cairns…..hundreds of parrots huddled on trees as thousands of huge fruit bats flew through the dusk, squawking raucously as they filled the lurid sunset sky like something from Jurassic Park.
3.The 4 mile beach in Port Douglas…only 3 people and a dog on this gorgeous stretch of pure white sand and turquoise sea.
4.Great Barrier Reef….a 10plus WOW factor…..totally and utterly brilliant.
We left in sunshine in a big fancy boat straight out of Miami Vice, lovely people on it and we were served the best food we‘ve eaten for ages!
We wore stinger suits to protect us from tiny, tiny stinging jellyfish!!!
We wore flippers!!!
We swam with Nemo, rainbow, zebra, neon and lots and lots of other iridescent beauties!!! !
We saw colourful coral that looked like stags, brains, leopard skins, broccoli, mushrooms!!!! !
We saw electric blue starfish and giant clams!!!!!!
We saw a stingray swimming under us and I dived down…DOWN… and saw a huge stingray hiding under the coral!!!!!!!
We swam alongside a bemused but super cool TURTLE!!!!!!!!
We STOOD on a submerged white sand cay in the middle of the reef!!!!!!!!!
The whole experience deserves CAPITAL LETTERS AND EXCLAMATION MARKS THROUGHOUT!!!!!!!!!!
We drove here from Cairns through some glorious countryside full of ancient fig trees and signs for tree kangaroos, crocodiles and pythons. We didn’t actually see any of them but had fun looking.
The Whitsundays are a group of islands, still on the Great Barrier Reef and so many people had told us to come here that we were literally forced to buy another expensive boat trip to see the best ever beach of pure white sand (so pure that it doesn’t get hot, it cleans gold, it was used to make the lens for the Hubble Telescope and it‘s featured in several films!) and do some more snorkelling.
The boat was smaller and more crowded than our first trip but the reef was bustling with lots of new types of very friendly, colourful (and some very large) fish; we had become (almost overnight) much more accomplished at breathing like Darth Vader; our stinger suits fitted quite snugly (wait till you see Eddie in his…Daniel Craig, eat your heart out) and we met some lovely people;-
Karen, a Canadian engineer told us about her Dad who lives in Hong Kong…he was ill and needed a new kidney…..there‘s a two tier system in Hong Kong and her mum went private… this meant she could buy her husband the kidney of a condemned man…the bill for this included the price of the bullet that executed him!!!!! We loved chatting with Karen and hoped to meet up with her in Sydney but miss each other by a day – she’s seeing climbing the bridge on her birthday!
Jonathan (from Newquay) is a trainee journalist and we talked books for ages before we got onto music…he didn’t think I’d appreciate his musical taste. It turned out that he had seen 65daysofstatic 3 times and even met them at a gig in Exeter!! He was lovely and has a brilliant idea for a book of short stories (clearly I can’t tell you what it is cos he’s still writing it….. but the concept has kept us entertained!)
Long drive – we bought the new Springsteen CD so we could play Bruce as we travelled the Bruce Highway. Pretty countryside – very green, trees with huge lymph nodes that explode and release seeds when there’s a forest fire. A lot of signs for koala bears and kangaroos but we only saw dead roos by the side of the road and lots of eagles eating them. . Lots of very stern signs on the road; ’Rest, or Rest in Peace’; ‘Drive.Revive.Survive.’ ‘Stop for a short time, not forever’.did as we were told. Spent the night in a motel that reminded us of all the worst Australian horror movies…and a giant frog greeted us with his grating croak as we arrived and continued to serenade us all night.
Discovered that we needed to book a week in advance to see the giant turtles laying their eggs on the beach. Sigh. So we drove on. We have been extremely lucky with the weather….it had rained for weeks before we arrived and caused floods which stranded people, cut off electricity and damaged roads. The day we arrived in Cairns was the first sun in North Queensland for ages and it has continued so far for us….. until we stopped at Hervey Bay, walked to the beach, sat down and the heavens absolutely opened. It was odd, walking back to our room while having a warm power shower!
Drove through Maryborough to see steam trains, wonderful old buildings and unexpectedly – Mary Poppins! (author was born here). Supercalif…….
Drove through Noosa Heads to see surfing – the waves were sadly small but the people watching was great. Expensive place.
Drove through torrential rain (is it a male thing that you leave the wipers on slow/intermittent until you are driving through a virtual waterfall – or am I being picky?!)
Drove into Brisbane to find we’d booked yet another bargain apartment…stylish furniture, balcony, pool, gym AND (don’t laugh…we’ve been on the road for a while and it shows)…a washing machine and iron!!!!!!!!! There is no logic to the cost of motel/apartments – we have paid less for fabulous places and more for the Bates Motel on Friday.
So – 2 days to explore Brisbane – I’ll add that later – and then we leave our little yellow car and fly to Sydney.
February 19, 2009
Feb 13th- 15th
Singapore sells t shirts showing pictures of activities for which people are fined… equivalent of £500 for eating or drinking on the underground, £250 for chewing gum (which is illegal), £200 for dropping litter – consequently it is a very clean, ordered city. We had so little time there that we took a bus tour and saw the main sights – the Sky flyer – a big wheel which is 30m higher than the London Eye (they are very proud of this), an amazing pineapple/porcupine type building where the spikes moved to keep the sun off, the busy harbour, tall chrome and glass office blocks, millions of shops, temples, Little India, Arab Quarter, Chinatown …..Raffles….all dotted between cricket pitches and greenery. We spent most time in the Botanical gardens which were a superb, cool and peaceful oasis in this very humid city. A man who asked us the time asked us if we were teachers cos he thought we looked as if we were. Hmmmm. The people are friendly and so helpful….until as we walked along a street there was this almighty crack and a huge branch dropped from a tree and fell right at our feet…2 seconds earlier and we would have been under it (and badly hurt without a doubt, it was very heavy)….we stopped in absolute shock and everyone else just walked past as if nothing untoward had happened…..except the man closest to us who shook his head in disbelief saying “Jesus Christ…you two are lucky”. So we bought a lottery ticket. We got a taxi to the airport and our lovely Chinese driver was so excited that we came from Manchester that he chattered furiously to Eddie for the full half hour. Unfortunately only one word in 40 was intelligible so Eddie valiantly repeated that one word and made a random comment on it…it seemed to work and let’s face it, our Chinese is pretty limited! Next…3 weeks in Australia starting in Cairns….the Great Barrier Reef. ..how exciting!!
February 12, 2009
Feb 10th – 12thUnless you have suffered a 1 hour minibus and 3 hour coach journey, followed by a 5 hour wait in a stifling hot railway station of no significance whatsoever, in a provincial Thai town (Surat Thani)……….
Unless you’ve listened in bewilderment and anxiety while rumours of a train derailment circulated and staff gave entirely convincing but totally conflicting information (all with a smile)………
Unless you’ve never had to squeeze onto 6 inches of space on a seriously hard wooden bench while horrendously loud clanging bells ring at irregular intervals to tell you that nothing is actually happening…….
Unless you’ve had nothing to look at except a stunning French couple who are dealing with this crisis with worldly travellers‘ equanimity while portraying their charismatic personalities, perfect relationship, and immaculate tans…….
Unless (miraculously) 2 trains arrive going in your direction and you are shouted at by a fierce young man and led to a train on the far platform (this necessitates taking selves and bags in pitch black, through the first train, onto the tracks, over several lethal wire traps)……….
Unless you have never witnessed a helpful guard try to get you onto your train from the wrong side and without the aid of a platform (so it is very,very high) and in so doing be thrown backwards over the track while clinging to the open, swinging door which smashes him against the train and back several times to the huge amusement of all ………
Unless you have never found yourself left forlornly on the track, still in total darkness, surrounded by 4 anxious and by now somewhat hysterical guards, who are shouting that the train is going RIGHT NOW, while your husband, bags, passport etc are trapped inside the train but no-one can open the door again……..
Unless you then have another 8 hour train journey (for 3 of which you manage to doze) and then have to go through customs where you are ceremoniously marched away from everyone else and strictly fined for your visa infringement under a notice which sternly warns “ anyone appearing dishevelled, with long unkempt hair , shorts or pants which are not respectable and inappropriate shoes will be considered alien hippies and not allowed admittance to our kingdom.” W stood there with our travel worn weariness, grubby shorts, unkempt hair (well, one of us) and crocs……….
Unless you somehow get through and pass on to another 3 hour coach ride, an overnight stay in a small town and then a final 14 and a half hour train ride through the entire rubber plantations of Malaysia during which assorted children intrigued by your difference make several attempts to be entertained by you…………
Unless you haven’t experienced all of the above in an attempt to get a train to Singapore…..then I don’t think you are taking your carbon footprint seriously at all.
HAPPY 60th BIRTHDAY ROD!!
SEE YOU AND GILL SOON IN NEW ZEALAND
February 12, 2009
Here be sea.
Here be lots of German Saga Holiday makers.
And here, worn by said Saga holiday makers, be lots of speedos (and bikinis).
Now, is it coincidence that Saga contains the word Sag? I think not.
I am of the personal opinion that saggy bits are best hidden from public view but I do have a sneaking admiration for the 70 and 80 year olds here who have confidence in their aged bodies and/or a couldn’t care less attitude and simply want all their saggy bits to look tanned. Eddie doesn’t think quite the same. And he does have a point about the speedos.
Having said that, the sun and sea can obviously restore lost youth……
We have seen monkeys, lots of birds, more elephants and a long thin green snake which may have been dangerous because of the way they boy who caught it, dealt with it! It wasn’t too far from our room so we weren’t complaining!
I have bought a sarong…I felt quite sophisticated wearing it for our big night out…(watching City beat Middlesborough on a big screen in the hotel pool bar.) However, despite my careful, much practised knotting, the whole thing fell off and slithered to the floor just as we walked in. Sigh.
Thai people are lovely…friendly, polite, always smiling. They obviously rely on tourism and tourists but they are respectful and pleasant and will walk away happily if you don ‘t want to buy. They giggle a lot. There is a lot of new building but it fits in and Krabi is still small enough to be pleasant.. Good choice – thanks to S,G,L…our Personal Trip Advisors!!
There have been very recent changes to tourist visas (they now last only 15 days instead of the previous 30) this has not been well publicized and the result has been huge consternation and some arrests ….we have heard about Thai jails so when we realized that our visa now ran out the day before we leave we decided we had better do something about it. We were hugely pleased that we managed to work out what to do, get a bus and find the immigration office in Krabi. It was shut. It was a Buddha Day apparently. So we have been assured that we can just pay a small fine on the train….watch this space!!!
Another long train journey to Singapore via Butterworth…Malaysia here we come.
(Sorry this took a while to put up…on our last day in Krabi all the electricity was off and we’ve been
without internet since).
February 5, 2009
There is a very good reason for this – I have been waiting about 5 years to repeat one magical experience (no, it has nothing to do with Eddie).
I am happy for you to try this for yourselves. The conditions are as follows;
It must be dark. It must be snowing (big, soft fat flakes). You should be wearing a long black coat and hat. . Walk down towards our house in that special, still, snow muffled silence, the stone walls on either side etched in drifting white, boots creaking over the snow covered cobbles. Look for the lamp at the end of the Side, flakes spiralling in the hazy glow it casts over the scene.
Now……….tell me that’s not Narnia.