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Saturday, October 25, 2003

Ireland 2003

16 Oct - I took the day off [from working at Ford in Chicago] in preparation for going to Ireland on vacation. Finished packing, said bye to the kittens [Rugby and Cricket], and got my ride to the airport. Traveling was pretty good. I few on the smallest plane with the chattiest flight attendant. After a few hours' layover in Philadelphia, I found myself in the very back row of my international flight. I had a Philly-area bartender playing copilot next to me. Even bought me a drink during dinner. I managed to catch a little bit of shut-eye before I woke to the faintest glimmerings of dawn as we made our approach into Dublin.

17 Oct - Dublin - I am currently sitting in the bar on the 6th floor of the Guinness Brewery, pint in hand, writing while the sun beats down on my back. So far, I've managed to make the most of my time here in Dublin. Since I packed light and carried on all my baggage, I was quick out of the airport. I had bought a bus ticket into town, so I spent the next 45 minutes accustoming myself to everything. I was dropped off next to Trinity College, then I hoofed it through the early morning (9 am) crowds to my hostel. It was too early to check in, so I dumped my bags, ate some breakfast and headed out. I brought my jacket along, but as the morning warmed, I didn't need it. I had a bit of trouble with my camera, but a quick stop into a camera shop got it all sorted out. From there, I walked back towards Trinity College. I wanted to make sure I got all of my purchases while I could, and I found a great little shop that had everything. I got Aran Island sweater for mom and me (€125 each! ouch), as well as an Irish crystal vase for Becky & Andrew's wedding present, small vases for the grandmas for Christmas, and a small bowl for myself. With shipping, $411 all told. I decided to ship it so I wouldn't have to lug that much extra stuff with me. I'm keeping my sweater along for the ride, though. From there, I went to see the medieval Book of Kells, an illustrated gospel. The detail in the drawings was amazing. Those monks were either very dedicated or had far too much time on their hands. From there, I walked (sense a theme?) to the Dublin Castle to explore the grounds. I took a few really neat pictures. Then I trekked on all the way to the Guinness Brewery. I took the tour to learn how the wonderful Black Magic that is Guinness (their take, not mine) is made. So now, I sit, resting my feet and nursing my pint. I know I'm not doing it justice. It's cold, think, rich and smooth. I'd better finish it soon, because I have more places to visit and a nap to take.

Just as I was leaving the Brewery, I was struck again by the fact the first think you smell going there is not beer, but rather horseshit from the carriages for tourists. I was walking down the street when I got asked to be in a picture with a random guy. Turns out he's a Swede living in Amsterdam so I spoke a little Dutch with him. How bizarre. I walked along, feeling slight aftereffects of the Guinness until I got to St. Patrick's Cathedral. I took a few pictures, then walked back to the hostel. Got my room - a tiny little private. I managed to fall asleep for a couple of hours, then lay in bed for a bit debating if I really wanted to get up. I finally did, and after making myself presentable, I went out in search of dinner. I stopped at a vegetarian restaurant just up the street. I'm not sure what I ended up eating, but it was pretty good. I walked back to the hostel to continue my quiet night. I should be downstairs socializing and I should be going out to a pub, but I'm alone, female, and too damn tired right now. Maybe next Thursday after my tour. But tonight, it's going to be "LotR: The Return of the King" and me. Sidenote - the sweater I got was handknit by J.W. Loowe. I really wanted to get one in the "Cara" style (naturally), but they were all too big. I forgot that after going to the Dublin Castle, I got a sandwich and tea at a little shop, then I bought a claddagh ring a few doors down. It's not the traditional type, but rather looks like this [drawing]. Today, I bought all of the souvenirs that I really wanted from Ireland - the sweater & the ring. The crystal bowl was definitely a why-not? I figure it will come in handy. I'm really excited about seeing the true Ireland starting tomorrow.

Dublin Castle

Me and random gigantic Swede
18 Oct - I nearly had a heart attack last night when I found that my travel voucher said I was traveling on the 20th. Lost a little bit of sleep thinking about that. No worries, through. The front desk called and confirmed that I was indeed on today's tour, and at 9:40, I was on the bus. Everybody is pretty young (about my age [23]) and very friendly. I shared a seat with Tiana, who's from Austrialia but is now working as a nanny in London. We took off from Dublin in our little bus and headed south. Along the way, we stopped and climbed about the ruins on the Rock of Dunmase. It was a gorgeous sunny day, with a nip in the air and a bit of haze on the horizon. From there we stopped in Abbeyleix for a spot of tea and scones at a half bar/half shop called Morrissey's. From there, it was on to Cashel in Tipperary Co. We ate lunch and chatted a bit with our driver/tour guide/entertainment, Oliver. I met two other girls from the US - Renee and Anne. Then we all (minus Ollie) took a little walk towards the ruined abbey before getting a group tour of the Rock of Cashel. That was a pretty cool collection of cathedrals/church buildings and a cemetery with lots of Irish crosses. The wind picked up in the mid-afternoon and definitely started to get chilly. We all (there were 22 of us - some on the 3-day tour, others like me on the 6) piled back on the bus and headed south one more. we stopped off for provisions in Mitchelstown, then finished the rest of the day's driving, ending as the sun set, in Cork. We're staying in Sheila's hostel tonight - 8 of us (7 girls, 1 guy) in our room. Tiana and I went out to get some dinner, walking through the streets of Cork. I ended up with some deli salads from the supermarket that we ate at the hostel. A bunch of folks and I got together to play a few hands of asshole. I got online and watched the end of the Badger game. Afterwards, we all headed down to a pub. Tiana & I drank our pints (Balmurs [for her] & Murphy's for me) with Kendra & Liza from Canada. Had nice long conversation while getting progressively pissed. At about 10:30-11 we walked back to the hostel and threw ourselves in bed.

Our tour guide Oliver is from Barry. Where? Barry!
Me near the Rock of Cashel, ruined abbey behind
19 Oct - Morning came far too early. After a shower and quick check of email, I ate breakfast with everyone. Special K, soda bread with Nutella & tea. I had to pop by a shop to pick up some cameras because one of my two camera batteries was already dead. After a bit of standing around in the cold, we got on the bus and headed for the Blarney Castle. After a short drive, we arrived just prior to opening. Tiana, Jason (from Australia) & I climbed up the castle to the top first to kiss the Blarney Stone. I wasn't going to, but I figured, what the heck, and gave it a quick smack, hanging upside down and grasping bars a couple stories about the ground. That having done, Tiana & I went to explore the grounds. I thought the grounds were much better than the actual castle itself. It was almost magical - trees, paths, boulders all over - like a fairy land. I could have played all day there and klettered about on the rocks. After a while, we got back on the bus and headed southwest. Our next stop was at Killarney National Park. It's an area of three lakes and a mountain ("very tall hills") range. We hiked up and saw the Torc waterfall. It was about 70 ft of water falling over mossy rocks. I climbed up right next to the water and had a drink. Nice and cold, a little mossy, through. :) Then we continued our climb up and took a hike through the woods. Quite a nice hike. It was a little cooler and cloudier than it has been in the past couple days. When we all got back on the bus, we drove into Killarney and grabbed a bite of food for the road. From there, we made the decision to try to get to the Cliffs of Moher today versus tomorrow. We went through Tralee to Tabert where we took a windy ferry ride across the Shannon River. we drove on some more along the coast. This area is really what I thought Ireland would look like - really green, gentle rolling hills, stone walls. We finally got to the Cliffs. Oh. My. God. They were absolutely breathtaking. We jumped over the safety fence (like everyone else) and got down near the edge of the cliffs. It was about a 600-650 ft drop to the ocean below. I slowly crept toward the edge on my stomach and looked down. It was a bit windy, but I didn't feel like I was going to be blown off. We walked around a bit to get different views. Finally after getting plenty windblown, we got back on the bus. Oliver gave two girls a bit of a chase to get on. From there, we drove on about ten minutes to Doolin and our hostel (Paddy's Doolin Hostel). We checked in, changed, then headed to Gus O'Connors for some good craic and toot. Got myself a pint of cider and vegetable lasagna. Then we went into the main room of the pub for a bit of live Irish music - me, Tiana, Kendra, Liza, Aaron, Bruce, Joby & Matt. How's the craic? Oh, it's grand! We were joined by everyone else on the tour and just sat around chatting. Matt, Bruce & Aaron treated us to a New Zealand Haka (All-Black rugby). At about 11, a few girls & I headed home. We were just getting ready for bed when the Kiwi guys came to tuck us in. Matt gave me a lovely kiss good-night. (The stars were absolutely gorgeous!)

Torc Waterfall

Cliffs of Moher

Tour group in Doolin
20 Oct - We got up this morning, ate breakfast and froze while waiting to go. We headed up the road a bit to the Burren - this area by the ocean full of cracked limestone and very green plants growing in the cracks. Took a couple good pictures. Matt & I climbed up to the higher cliff and built our won little rock pile like others we saw up there. Then we got back on the bus and drove along the coast into Galway. We all ate lunch at the King's Head, watching some rugby. Then Matt & I wandered around the city a bit. The 3-day people were taking off then to head back to Dublin. Matt was supposed to be going but he decided to stick around to be with me a while longer. Aw! After a group photo, the 6-dayers headed out. We drove up the coast a bit more and went through the Connemara. We stopped quick to see a monument in a tiny town. We got back in the bus to drive through huge craggy hills. We got out again to learn about peat bogs. After driving along the fjord of Killam Harbor, we stopped in a village for a hot toddy. It started raining for the first time on the tour. We drove on past Croagh Patrick before coming into Westport. I was completely knackered from lack of sleep, so as soon as I got my bed, I settled in for a nap. Matt cam by to tuck me in again. After a refreshing bit of R&R, Matt & I made a stir-fry dinner in the kitchen. We ate and had a nice chat. It was raining, so it didn't seem like a great idea to head to a pub. We played a game of snooker, which I, amazingly enough, won. It was getting late and I was getting tired, so we headed to bed. Damn fine night.

Building a rock pile on the Burren

Connemara
21 Oct - It stopped raining just as we headed out of the hostel this morning. Of course, it started up soon after we got on the road. As we drove through the countryside, Ollie told us about some of the history of Northern Ireland. Pretty interesting stuff that is the reason why the North has the troubles it does. After a bit of a drive, we stopped to climb a big huge hill [Knocknarea] to see Queen Maeve's tomb. It must have been 300-400 m tall, and very windy. I thought I was going to slip and fall more than a few times. When we got to the top, we took some photos of the gorgeous panoramic views. Ollie told us then the ending of the story of Queen Maeve, and we tossed stones onto her tomb for luck. Since we were all rather cold and windblown, we stopped shortly after in Sligo. Matt & I headed to an internet cafe, then got soup for lunch at a little cafe. After that, a quick walk around the downtown because we had some time to kill. After heading a bit out of Sligo, we got a few of Benbulben and stopped at a church that is the final resting place of W.B. Yeats. A little ways on from there, we stopped at a 3000 BC burial tomb. We drove on through the rolling green countryside until we nearly got to the border of Northern Ireland. We drove up the hill until we got to Griannan an Ailleach. It was a small round fort built a long, long time ago. Great views, but very cold. Then once again, back on the bus and headed into Derry. Ollie told us some of the history and troubles of the city as he drove us around a bit. Then we checked into our hostel. I was a wee bit tired, so I had an invigorating nap. Matt & I headed out at 9 to meet up with the others at the Ice Wharf. Had dinner, drinks and some good craic. Then we moved on to another little Irish pub (Peadar O'Donnell's) that was playing live music. It was about 12:30 when we headed back to the hostel. (we stayed at the Derry Independent Hostel).

Knocknarea panorama

Freezing on Griannan an Ailleach
22 Oct - This morning, we gathered in the cold at 9 for a tour of the city walls of Derry. Fantastic bit of history, especially that dealing with Bloody Sunday. After the tour, we stopped at a cafe for a bit of light food and warmth before heading back to the bus and out of the city. We drove up and along the coast until we got to Dunluce Castle. We got a talk and walked around the ruin perched at the edge of the ocean. From there, it was just a short drive to the Giant's Causeway. That was really spectacular to see all these strange columns of basalt sinking into the ocean. It started to rain a little bit as we climbed back up the hill. Matt & I got a cup of coffee and a slice of cake before getting back on the bus. I tried to take a little nap as we drove towards Belfast. When I wasn't sleeping, I was treated to views of the green Glens of Antrim and the ocean. Ollie gave us a quick spin about the nicer area of Belfast before setting us down at our hostel. Spent some time reading, and catching up on my journal when I met up with Matt again. At about 8, we walked down to the deserted shopping district in the freezing cold to grab a quick bite at McDonald's. I like that European Mickey D's at least try to accommodate vegetarians by offering veggie burgers. We finished eating and walked back to the hostel. I was beginning to feel a bit down, because this was the last night everyone from the tour was together. Plus, it was that much closer to when I'd have to say farewell to Matt. But I was determined to enjoy myself, so I pushed that stuff out of my mind. We met up with the others from our hostel to be driven to a pub downtown. It was called The Crown and it was fantastic! It was built around the turn of the 20th century (1910-ish). Tin ceiling that was black, little cubbies with tables and seats inside that be closed off to others. Pretty cool on the whole. A whole gang of us from the tour - Matt, Aaron, Bruce, Liza, Kendra, Anita, Sharon, and the two Australian guys that started the tour late - crammed into one of those little nooks. Lots of good craic. I as nearly dead tired by the time midnight rolled around, so a few of us headed back to the Linen House Hotel [on Kent St near Union St]. We were just settling in when the noise of people coming back from the pubs kicked into high gear. And then after a long while, that was replaced by the cacaphonic symphony of snorers. Rough night.

Giant's Causeway

In a snug
23 Oct - So needless to say, I was a wee bit tired this morning. We had to be up and ready by 9 to go on a Black Taxi tour of Belfast. Matt, Bruce, Aaron, Anita, Sharon and I were in a taxi together. Naturally, it wasn't black, it was green. Our driver was neat - he didn't feel like being in the caravan with the other taxis, so we got a personalized tour. He started explaining the history of the troubles, then took us first into the Catholic side of the city. We visited a few memorial gardens and learned of some of the incidents that occurred there. Then we stopped a few times to see some murals. The ones on the Catholic side were pretty artistic and mostly memorials honoring the dead. We stopped at the Sinn Fein bookstore for a look around. I could have bought IRA propaganda, had I been so inclined. We drove on into the Protestant side of as a comparison. The murals were a lot more aggressive (also about 5 years newer than the Catholic ones). A bit of history on what happened in the Protestant sector, and then our tour was over. Oliver gave us an hour before we were going to leave. Matt & I checked email, then walked down to the nearby Tesco for sandwiches and fruit. I had to get another pack of Starburst. Mmm. Blackcurrant. After the remaining folk got on the bus, we headed back towards the Republic. Along the way, we stopped at Monasterboice. There was an old tall round tower, and some fascinating 10th century Irish crosses. Ollie had a great time explaining the scenes depicted on them. A few of the guys kicked around a rugby ball and managed to get it stuck in a tree. Aaron was the lucky one who got to go up and shake it down (but not after a mop and pieces of peat where thrown at it). Then back on the road for a while before stopping at Slane Castle. We didn't get out, but Ollie told us a story about going to a U2 concert there. As we wound our way back towards Dublin, sun shining straight in my eyes, I got email addresses from the people I got the closest to on the trip> We finally pulled into Dublin and said our good-byes. I accompanied Matt to the bus station. He had to figure out a way to get to Edinburgh by Saturday. After he booked a flight, we walked to the Avalon House where I had a room. Matt stayed with me so we could have a bit more time together before we both leave. We were both knackered, so we took a mightily invigorating nap. At about 8, we showered and headed to a restaurant called Wagamama for dinner. Trendy place that served Asian-style food. After dinner we just headed back to the hostel because we were tired & Matt was feeling a bit under the weather.

Catholic mural

Protestant mural

Monasterboice
24 Oct - This morning came far too quick for my liking. We got up and out of the hostel at 10. We decided to catch a bite to eat for breakfast before I had to catch my bust to the airport. We found ourselves at the Dome restaurant at Saint Stephen's Green shopping center (Matt actually gave up watching New Zealand play in the Rugby World Cup to stay with me). He got the massively huge cooked Irish breakfast, while I got a scone and some fruit. And tea. Mmm. After we ate, we had to look around a bit before we found where the aircoach picked up. I was pretty sad to see the bus round the corner, because I would have to say good-bye to Matt. I gave him one last wave as the bus pulled away. I don't know if I'll ever see him again (I hope I do!) but I wouldn't trade the time I was with him for anything. Sitting here at the crowded airport gate helps me to realize how incredibly magical and wonderful this whole trip was for me. Definitely one in a lifetime through I wouldn't mind a repeat.

I very nearly missed my flight back to the US. I didn't realize I had to go through Customs before I checked in, so I sat waiting at the gate. Oops. But, I wasn't the last to keep the flight waiting. The flight wasn't bad, merely long. I watched The Italian Job. Right about when we started out descent, I started talking to the older gentleman next to me. Turns out he was from Belfast. So, I told him about being there, then showed him my pictures of the rest of the trip. If I have to be back, I'm looking forward to getting to my apartment again.

[Postscript - I kept touch with Matt for a while via email, but we fell out of contact, and I have yet to see him again.]

{transcribed 1/8/2020}

Tuesday, May 1, 2001

Paris 2001

Grand Tour of Europe 2001 – Paris

25 April – I should just avoid travel days at all costs. It would be much less nerve-wracking that way. I got up early and got breakfast in the hostel. To avoid missing another important train, I opted to take trains that would get me to Geneva an hour earlier. The first two trains weren’t bad. I was lucky to get on the one going to Bern early, because it got so crowded. The train to Geneva was lower grade, but that didn’t matter much. I was ready Into Thin Air, and it was quite foggy out. I sat in the Geneva station for a while, then on the TGV train that would take me to Paris. I started fighting a little stomachache. That train ride wasn’t bad – I read and dozed and read some more. I got into Paris right on time – 4:16, then proceeded to try using the Metro. Bought my ticket and headed for the platform. On the way to it, I noticed the air was very dusty/smoky. When I got to the entrance area, there were police officers denying passage to line 1. I tried to find out what happened and one of the officers mumbled something about the train being kaput. Huh. I’ll have to see what that was all about. Luckily, I was able to take another route to my hostel. Just as I was approaching it, it started to rain. The hostel itself (Aloha Hostel) was in the midst of remodeling or something, so it didn’t look at that great. Found out I was booked in a double room – uh, no… too expensive – so I ended up with a mattress on the floor. Fine, whatever. I tried to work out where I’ll be staying for the next few nights. I got frustrated, and coupled with a foul tummy, I wasn’t a happy camper. I called Mom to make me feel better, and it worked. I decided I didn’t want to go back to the hostel just yet, so I bought a cheese sandwich and a small glass of wine at a bar. So Parisian. I called another hostel and got a place there for the next few nights. Whew. Then I decided to walk on towards the Seine and the Eiffel Tower. My feet took me past Les Invalides and down towards the palaces. I walked along the river towards the Eiffel Tower. It was getting late enough that I didn’t think I’d have to wait overly long to see it lit up at night. I bought a chocolate crepe and walked up to the Palais de Chaillot to get a better view. Took a few pictures, then watched these massive black clouds move their way in and start raining. Stood in the rain for a little while getting soaked before the sky started to clear. As it did, a rainbow appeared, arching right over the Tower just as the Tower lights started going on and off like random flashbulbs. Ooh la la! It had to have been one of the most magical things I’ve seen in a long time. I hung around there for a little while until the sun was about to set, then walked back to the hostel. I talked with the two Canadian girls who are sharing the room before they left, and I got ready for bed. I can’t unpack much, only being here for one night.


26 April – I got up early this morning, ate my free breakfast of half a baguette and orange juice, and took my stuff over to my new hostel. It took a while before everything could get straightened out, but I’m good. I bought a 3-day Paris Visite card for the metro use, then went to the Louvre. I spent a nice long time waiting in the line, but at least it wasn’t raining, merely cloudy. Finally got in to the museum around 10. To my pleasant surprise, museum workers were on strike and so it was free. Saved me a couple bucks. I headed straight to the Mona Lisa, so I could get that out of the way. I spent the next few hours looking at the paintings, sculptures (Venus de Milo, etc.), antiquities and the like. I was really impressed by the collection. Since a good chunk of the museum was closed, I got to see all of the open exhibits by 2:30. I decided enough was enough and left, I found La Comedie Français after a bit of walking. I wanted to see that – Re: The Scarlet Pimpernel. I just might try to go in… From there, I walked to an internet place to check my mail. Got some interesting news {um, not sure what it was, don’t remember it}. And I Hate French keyboards! I decided to go to the Cimietiere Pere Lachaise. Huge cemetery full of sepultures and tombs. I saw the graves of Jim Morrison, Heloise and Abelard, and George Bizet. It would have been really easy to get lost there, so I didn’t stick around long enough to do so. I came back to the hostel to put my stuff in my dorm room – nice, own shower, 4 beds… I did some grocery shopping, which took a while because I was torn on what to get. Chatted a bit with my roommates Jade, Esther and Mary Claire before going down and making dinner. I talked more with Jade during and after dinner. Then I decided to have a go getting up the Eiffel Tower at nightfall. As I got there, the lines and the tiredness of my feet didn’t make climbing to the second level too appealing. So, I decided to take the Metro over to see Notre Dame lit up at night. Turned out it wasn’t anything special, and my feet were killing me, so I decided to go back. Got ready for bed, read a little. It’s going to be nice sleeping in tomorrow!

Outside the Louvre
Jim Morrison's grave
27 April – Got up late, ate my baguette with jam, took a shower and headed out to the Eiffel Tower. I decided that it would be best if I went up it early, before I walked my feet off. I practically had no lines and no waiting. I huffed and puffed my way up to the second level, then bought a ride up to the very top. The view was decent – it was hazy/cloudy, so I couldn’t see into the distance very much. I went down to the second level, bought a cheesy mini Eiffel Tower to commemorate climbing up it, then walked back down. I passed a group of Kindergarteners heading up – good way to have them burn off energy! From there, I took the Metro to the Opera. I was a little disappointed, because the performance area itself was so dark as they worked on lighting for a show, so I could barely make out the splendor of the decoration and the chandelier. Appeased myself with an expensive pack of mini postcards. The stairs and the foyer were absolutely gorgeous, though. I walked from there trying to find a market or bakery, with no success because it was too touristy. Walked and walked and walked. I really didn’t know where I was. I bought a camembert sandwich, a lemon crepe and some strawberries and ate those as I walked. I realized I was getting into Montmartre and Sacre-Coeur, so I made my way up (no, not up!) there. Passed through what was obviously a fabric district. I bought another crepe (bad me) and walked up to a bench to enjoy it (nope) and sit for a bit. I hadn’t been up there too long when a {large Middle-Eastern-looking} Frenchman sat beside me and started ranting on and on about English and other languages. {For some reason, he assumed I was Dutch.} I was polite, then when I tried to make my escape, he put his arm around me and kissed my cheek a few times. Pulled out of that as quick as I could and practically flew down the stairs. I walked to the nearest Metro station which definitely took me through the ethnic heart of Paris. I took the Metro to the Bastille. I thought the prison was still there, but alas{?}, no. Just a statue and an opera house. It was starting to rain, so I went back on the trains. This time, I headed for Rue Plumet, to see if I could find No. 55 (from Les Miserables). Again, no luck, as the highest number was 25. I walked back to the hostel. Since it was too early for me to go to my room, I bought a coffee. French coffee comes in tiny little cups. At 5, I went up to the room and rearranged my stuff, talked with the other girls and read a bit. Since I ate lunch late, I’m going to wait and make a late dinner. Same thing as last night – pasta with sauce, spinach, half a baguette and cheese. When dinner time came, the kitchen was so busy, so I just settled for another cheese sandwich. I talked with Jade and Mary Claire, then read a little before going to bed.

Inside the Eiffel Tower
View towards Palais de Chaillot
Sacre Coeur
Haughty Parisian Stop-man
28 April – My last full day in Paris, and I sure took my time getting ready for it. I ate breakfast at 9:30 with Jade, then came back and took a shower. Said goodbye to the girls, then left around 10:30-11. I headed out to Notre Dame. After waiting in line under threatening skies, I finally made my way into the church. In terms of cathedrals, I was pretty disappointed. I think that was mostly due to the fact that they had the nave blocked off, so I couldn’t get into a good position to see the famous rose stained-glass windows. I eschewed the line to climb the tower. The skies were gloomy, and my legs were sore, plus I didn’t feel like paying. Maybe next time {regretting that now, post-fire}. From there, I wandered my way towards the internet place. I did a little emailing, then went to a café. I paid a lot for the privilege to sit inside while it rained, drank hot chocolate while I wrote out a postcard home. I realized I had to go back to the internet place to find out how I could get to the airport in Charleroi from the station. Found out that the last bus to the airport was a lot earlier than I was getting in, so I made my way back to the hostel to get my reservation, then went back to the train station to change my reservation. There must have been problems with the Metro, because the trains were few and far between, and crammed like sardines. Ugh. I finally found where I could get my ticket, and happily, I got it changed at no extra cost. From there, I took the Metro to see the Place des Vosges. Nice park, nice houses. I was a naughty girl and bought a pastry. I found a supermarket and bought some dried fruit. From there, I walked to WH Smith and went nuts buying books. I headed back to the hostel. I had to wait to make dinner, so I finished up the book I was reading, then ate. After dinner, my new roommates came in and we talked a bit, then some other people came in and pow-wowed. We finally got them to leave around midnight.
Notre Dame

Place des Vosges
29-30 April – I slept in again, because I knew I wasn’t going to get much sleep tonight. Ate breakfast and gathered up my stuff and left the hotel around 11. I ended up leaving a good amount of stuff there – things that I had brought along specifically for the trip that I probably wouldn’t use again. I set off, backpack on, for the last few places I wanted to see in Paris. I walked all the way to the Arc de Triomphe, an awful long walk. I wanted to climb up it, because it was a bright, sunny day with puffy clouds, but they couldn’t let me go up with my backpack and I had nowhere else to leave it. Then I walked down the Champs Elysse (sorry – can’t spell in French) with hordes of other tourists. I escaped them for a bit in a pretty park, where I nursed my feet. Then I walked on past the Place de la Concorde, Madeleine, and even though it was early, I headed for the train station. The route I took was absolutely dead, and I was starting, so I walked until I found a café where I got a sandwich. Sat for a little while, then set off again for the train station. Walked through a pretty ethnic area to get there. Bought an ice cream cone on the way and another in the station because I was quite warm, and I needed to use up my francs. I was two hours early for my 3:55 train, so I sat down and read until it was time to board the train to Brussels. Nice, short ride. I had a bit of a panic at that train station, because I wanted to find an ATM, but couldn’t. Ended up exchanging a traveler’s check to have some Belgian francs. I caught the train to Charleroi. Even though I got there in time to catch the bust to the airport it was nowhere to be seen. I waited a while, finally, giving up and taking an expensive taxi ride there. It’s a lot smaller and low-key than Stansted. I called home and talked to the folks for a good, long time. I was famished, so I got a cheese sandwich at the cafeteria before setting myself on some seats to read and wait for Madeline. That was about 8. Madeline finally showed around 11. We talked about what we had done since we parted ways. By 1:30 am, we were the only people in the entire airport, except for some security people who were nice enough to turn the lights off for us. That allowed me to get a few hours of sleep until 4, when we were rudely awakened by the radio coming on loudly. Ergh. I gave up on sleep. We finally got to check in, made our way to the departure gate, then got on the plane. I slept a little bit on the less-than-hour-long flight. Once at Stansted, we grabbed our stuff early and tried to catch the bus to Victoria, so we could hopefully catch the earliest bus to Swansea. I slept most of the way to London, but it became clear with the traffic, we weren’t going to make the 9:00 bus. We bought tickets for the 11:00 instead. Bought sandwiches there. Unfortunately, on the bus, we sat behind two people who insisted on talking loudly the entire trip to Cardiff. I wanted to either read or sleep, but it was hard to do either. We made a bus change at Cardiff, and soon enough, we found ourselves back at Swansea, our great adventure at an end.

Successfully asked a woman in German to take this picture of me
Trip favorites (no order):
Best tourist city – Munich, Berlin, Paris
Best inhabitable city – Oslo, Verona
Best hostel – Oslo, Verona (for looks), Interlaken
Best showers – Berlin (also best breakfast)
Favorite building – Schloß Neuschwanstein, Louvre, Deutsches Museum
Favorite sites – Holmenkollen, Eiffel Tower, Gedächtniskirche, Alps
Best weather – Italy and French Riviera (sun at last!)
Best experiences – shuffling Oslo palace guards, free beer in Copenhagen, train on the ferry to Berlin, Vulcan warship 3D sound headgear, Mike’s Bike Tour, drooling cat, flunch!, rainbow over Eiffel Tower, free Louvre

{transcribed 2/17/2020}

Wednesday, April 25, 2001

Interlaken 2001

Grand Tour of Europe 2001 – Interlaken, Switzerland

23 April – ARGH! I ran the gamut of just about every negative emotion today. Annoyance – that it was raining when we got up this morning – that flunch’s breakfasts didn’t live up to their dinners – that this little girl on my train to Milan alternately cooed and screamed her bloody head off. Anger – that my train to Milan was 25 minutes late, rendering my 20-minute layover useless. Complete dejection – missing the train and spending the next two hours waiting in three lines before finally securing a reservation on the next train. I made myself feel a little better by buying a little gift. God, that whole mess was something I didn’t want to do alone. The train I finally got to take to Spiez was nice – higher class, and the views of the mountains were outstanding. We massed a tiny medieval village complete with ruined castle buried in the northern Italian Alps. Too many long tunnels (I counted up to 435 on one). At one point, the train was up so high that we were completely surrounded by clouds. Then we went through a tunnel only to emerge in a winter wonderland. Nooo! Thankfully, we came down shortly. We were late getting into Spiez, so I had to sit out in the cold train station for 40 minutes waiting for the train to Interlaken. I tried calling home to hear a cheery voice, but no one was around. The train to Interlaken turned out to be one of the double-decker ones I always wanted to ride on, so that was neat. It was just a short ride – in the dark – to my station. By the time I actually go there, it was almost 9:30. I was supposed to get in at 7:30. It was dark and drizzly as I made my way through the streets to my hostile (! Freudian…). Gave myself shin splints hurrying. Nice place {Balmer’s}, but a bit too raucous for my tastes right now. I just want to curl up and got to sleep for a long time. Tomorrow, I’m going to take advantage of the daylight and have a good look around. Oh, and those insect bites I got in Verona? They look swell (literally).

24 April – The potential to do something outrageous and totally extreme is very high here in Interlaken. I decided to be a lame-ass sissy cheapskate and not do anything like that. Being here on my own, there would be no one to impress with my daring and bravado (I feel like a thesaurus). So, I took the opportunity to see everything that I couldn’t in the dark yesterday. Following a hike route recommended by the hostel, I set out after a little breakfast to take a train to Lauterbrunnen. I had to wait in the train station for a while, so I marveled at the gray, overcast sky. The temperature wasn’t very warm, either, but not bad. I took the train, then began my hike. Lauterbrunnen is in a little valley a little ways away from Interlaken. The sky was still gray there. On either side, the cliff walls of sheer rock rose and made it a little disorienting to look at as I walked. I passed underneath (but not very close) to a few waterfalls that started so high up that it was just mist by the time the water reached the bottom. I was walking alone, so I noticed a lot of things – the silence except for my footsteps, some chirping birds and tumbling water – the smell of farms and wood smoke. I massed a cemetery where every grave was plated over with a profusion of flowers, pansies and the like. I walked for about an hour when I realized I lost the slip of paper with the route I was following. Instead of turning back, I walked ahead to where a gondola would take me up the mountain. I wasn’t able to get to the very peak, just over the top of the sheer cliff to Mürren. Pretty views, but the tops of the mountains were covered by clouds. As I left the gondola station, is started raining. Ugh. I walked through the village, then took the next ride down. I was going to walk back to the train station, but the weather was too miserable, so I took the bus then train back. It was too early for me to go back to the hostel, so I wandered a bit, bought pasta for dinner then chilled. I bought some patches and things in the store when that opened. Killed more time, then went to make dinner. Met some people at dinner. I called Dad and asked if he wanted a Swiss army knife. Yup. Watched Shawshank Redemption down in the bar with two nice guys from the East Coast, Brad and Eric. Then packed up my stuff and went to bed.

View in Interlaken
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Lauterbrunnen
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View down from Mürren
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Interlaken hostel
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The adventure continues in Paris…
{transcribed 2/17/2020}