After our last overseas adventure, "LAMS on the loose" to the UK, Ireland and Singapore in 2014, the girls asked when we might go on another international holiday. At that time I suggested "maybe in 5 years time". With a specific intention, planning and a lot of commitment we are now on the cusp of our new adventure, "The Fourens go Foreign" (Foreign Fourens).
Some of you by now will have read my short story reflection: "Pilgrimage to the Western Front" and here is an excerpt from my closing paragraphs which in part portrays the ultimate focus of our latest foreign foray - "It is with great privilege and honour that my family of Susan, Mandolin, Lillian and I will be visiting our Great Uncle Cyril’s resting place in Belgium to commemorate the 100th year anniversary of his death during the Battle of Polygon Wood at Ypres on 30 September, 1917.
We will also visit the many battlegrounds, cemeteries and memorials along the ‘Western Front’ in France and Belgium. We will attend the commemorative service for the centenary of the Battle of Polygon Wood.
We are humbled at this impending opportunity to pay tribute and honour and in doing so represent all in the Marriner family who hold such deep feelings of sentiment in their hearts."
The mighty Geelong Cats have won their way to second on the ladder and will be playing for premiership glory in our absence - so Cats fans barrack hard and loud in my absence!
Commencing countdown engines on - 10,9.8.7...
Almost time to fly now - The day started well with my girls smothering me with love and gifts. Treats to enjoy and books to read. You may note Sue gave me 'The Art of War' she heard it was a classic. With a bit of study I should gain the upper hand :-) A delicious cooked breakfast was savoured before going to Bundy Presy church and receiving additional blessings. Final packing completed not long and we'll be off to the airport. 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... check ignition and may God's love be with you..Over to you now "Ground Control".
Safely arrived at Changi Airport Singapore. Some of us got some sleep. Sue lay across a daughter(Mandolin) which is her standard. Watched 1 & 1\2 movies: My cousinโ Rachael - a slow burn tale of betrayal and receipt, worth a look. Got about 2\3 way through 'Going in style' which I was enjoying but will have to finish off on the next leg. Caught up with ironman which was a bright reminder of our dear friend, Jason. Not much else to tell,all's well apart from some of the family tiring noticeably. London's calling ๐
We arrived safe and well in good old London Town after our long flight (13.5 hours) from Singapore. We only achieved small snatches of sleep although Sue has reaffirmed she is our best sleeper. We each watched movies of choice and Sue and I got onto series 3 of Broadchurch which we enjoyed - I got through 5 episodes and hope to catch the final 3 on the flight home. Got into Heathrow at about 3.30 pm local time, that's half past midnight back home, and after getting through customs and collecting our baggage we caught the Heathrow express to Paddington. Walked 5 minutes to our hotel and checked in. After freshening up we went to the nearby Victoria hotel for dinner. By 8 pm we were pooped and all crashed out in our beds by 9 pm. That was okay until I woke at 2.30 am and only had patchy sleep til getting up around 5.30 am. Off to breakfast soon.
Still magnificent and always grand. Today we spent another great day exploring and being delighted over and again. Reactivated our Oyster cards for public transport travel. Caught the double decker bus to Trafalgar Square - it really is a great way to soak in the street scenery albeit a slow ride in compare to the tube. We enjoyed our visit to the home of the Household Cavalry and bought souvenirs there. In the afternoon we toured the awesome and amazing Westminster abbey. No photos allowed inside so we took our time soaking it all in. Monumental and spectacular. Awe inspiring and reverent but I could still have a chuckle upon seeing the tomb of Edward 3 nicknamed Longshanks (due to his height of 6'2" a veritable giant of his days) - when reflecting on Mel Gibson as William Wallace (Braveheart) his blue face and bared buttocks directed at the King. We had a nice afternoon tea at the abbey cafe then at 5 pm attended the Evening song service along with about 150 fellow visitors. The beautiful soaring voices of the adult male choir singing in both Latin and English was magnificent and in those huge vaulted ceilings the effect and sound was amazing and memorable. We bussed it back to Paddington and got a couple of rather soggy pizzas for dinner back in our room. So if there is a weakness discovered it is in their pizza making. More fun tomorrow.
It's 5.30 am over here and I can't sleep so I thought I might blog some more: Yesterday was a grey day interspersed with a few showers. Temperature mild enough for short sleeves and shorts - well sort of. After stepping up onto a bridge seat to take a photo then stepping back down I popped the waist button on my shorts. The girls thought I'd dropped a coin. I saved the button but for the rest of the afternoon I had to keep my fly up to keep my shorts up. Perhaps that might bring a smile to your dial when you consider me strolling around London Town. And if you tell me you're lonely and say for you that the sun don't shine, let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London, I'll show you .....lots! Today we're going to spend most of our day visiting the queen's house - it should be rather special - I'll tell you more later so stay tuned.
Three years ago in 2014 we visited Buckingham Palace, the queen had been home but was heading out when we arrived. Today we visited her house again but this time she was away so we got to go in. Before I go any further it's now time for any fanatical republican readers to tune out because you won't appreciate or understand our experience and we don't want to upset you.
We headed out early after breakfast on our trusty number 23 bus, getting off at Trafalgar Square and strolling up the mall to the palace. After some time outside we collected our prepaid tickets and at 10.30 commenced our tour of the queen's galleries with many magnificent paintings. Then followed the tour of the Royal Mews - the stables and garage facility. Some of the ornate coaches/carriages were impressive but none as much as the gold coronation carriage which has been used for every coronation for the past 250 years. But given a dear queen Elizabeth has reigned since 1952 it's been rather under used, in an active capacity at least. However it is one of the star attractions of the Royal Mews tour. After a light lunch we commenced our tour of the Royal staterooms which were stunning, ornate, opulent etc etc. put simply the decor and appointments are stunning. The many Royal gifts received from dignatries and representatives of countries worldwide are displayed for viewing and are all unique and very impressive. But no photos are allowed in the staterooms so you'll either have to imagine or visit there yourself. Or if your very special I'll show you the official guide we purchased. The afternoon tea in marquees in the palace gardens was the least impressive and would have been easily outdone by numerous Cafes nearby. After leaving the palace we bought some souvenirs from the gallery gift shop. Then wandered back down the mall and on to Regent Street where Ve visited the renowned Hamleys toy store - much to Lillian's delight. Bussed it back to Paddington and had dinner at an Italian restaurant, 'Villa Rosa' which was quite good. The day is coming to a close now and it's been a long one. Tomorrow Scotland awaits our visitation.
Up early to get ready for our next leg which requires some serious prodding and prompting to get three of us moving. Kicked the day off with our usual full English breakfast to energise our tired bodies. We have enjoyed our stay at the Darlington hotel which is well appointed and conveniently located. I would recommend it for any London visitors from Oz. We made our way to Kings cross station via the tube then waited for our national train which was delayed, eventually boarding it about 1040 am. We're now on our way speeding north to Scotland, destination,Edinburgh. I'm on my way uh huh, uh huh,uh huh ๐
Had an enjoyable journey aboard our fast train and met a nice older couple across the aisle from us. Played cards, ate snacks, chatted and took in the pleasant scenery enroute. Arrived in Edinburgh about 1530 and wheeled our luggage up and over the hill down the Royal Mile to the Adagio apart hotel. Great amenities with a scenic view toward the sea. Happy to be here in this grand historic city once more and looking forward to exploring it more. Sue and I ventured out to a nearby Scottish Grocer and bought some supplies to prepare for meals. In case you're wondering, we are lboving our holiday. Hope you enjoy the updates - when you wake up in Oz, sleepy heads. If you would like to post us a message feel welcome to contribute a greeting on the message board. We'd love to hear from you. Go Cats!
โAnother great day in the Fourens foray abroad. Och aye! Okay don't mention the footy I acknowledge the Cats were kitty litter and the Tigers were wild and on the roar. Just as well I'm over here distracted from my despair. Thankfully we've had wonderful day exploring beautiful Edinburgh as you may gather from our pictures. The 287 step climb up the Sir Walter Scott tower monument was well worth it and the views were sensational. We met a pleasant Polish chap who was just waiting for customers to produce his candyfloss balls which the girls enjoyed. We then met a nice couple from Austen Texas as we had afternoon refreshments. Enjoyed dinner at a cosy pub and I had Chicken highlander which included a generous serving of haggis - delicious and authentic. I reckon the Scots would adopt me in a heartbeat ๐
Bit slow to get going today due to a broken sleep - the bain of world travellers. Never mind can't let a little impediment like that interfere with the day's exploration. Headed out to Princes Street firstly to make enquiries at a Vodafone shop about my UK phone plan. Got that sorted promptly - by the way my phone number over here is +447899294620 if you have need to call or text but remember we are 9 hours behind you over here so no calls in the middle of the night thanks. After that I tracked down the Oxford bar where I went in to see if John Rebus was in (sorry no under 18s allowed so this was a personal visit). Of course Rebus wasn't there because he's now retired and eased back on his bar attendance - besides in case you didn't know he's a fictional character, the famous Edinburgh detective created by author Ian Rankin. Having read many of the novels I felt it was proper that I get acquainted with this renowned haunt. It's over 200 years old built on the corner of two laneways, with a small public bar and small dining room to one side. You'd be hard pressed to fit more than 30 customers in both spaces. It would've been rude to just breeze in, take my pictures and leave without buying a drink in support of the establishment ๐ So on the recommendation of the bar lass I had a small breakfast whisky. I met an interesting chap named Larry Hutchison who has been a regular there for 60 years! He was impressed with our family venture with our western front homage and tribute to my great uncle's memory. He expressed quite a deep knowledge of WW1 and has visited the battlefields and cemeteries. After that brief stop by I linked back up with the girls who were having a morning snack. Browsed shops or at least waited for Sue while she did. Had lunch in a square outside the national gallery then went in and checked out the artwork. Returned to the Royal Mile where the tourists are swarming. Despite the forecast to the contrary apart from a couple of brief morning showers the weather has been fine and sunny - t-shirt weather. Had arvo ice creams in a lovely little venue before heading back to,our rooms for a break. More soon... We headed out along the Royal mile again so much to see and shops to browse. Lillian bought a cute Scottish sheep money box. We walked to the bottom end for the first time and came by a really old church. There is a statue of a prominent Scottish poet, Robert Ferguson, who preceded and greatly influenced Robert Burns. He had a rather tragic life only living to 24 years old and yet was a prolific writer of poetry in his short life. I won't bore you with further details now. At the east end of the mile is Holyrood palace, home of the Scottish crown jewels. Wandered back to a Turkish bistro, Cafe Truva, close by to our hotel and enjoyed a lovely meal with a difference. Tomorrow we hope to meet family relatives of Susan, her auntie Anne and cousin Carol, from Glasgow.
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This morning we attended a 10 am service at the magnificent Sโt. Giles cathedral. The choir was impressive to see and more so to hear. The message was on relationship: love, discipline, restoration and grace. Communion was partaken in a circle gathered around the sanctuary. A special experience of church in an awesome place. We met Susan's great Auntie Ann and cousin Carol, at the train station, having travelled across from Glasgow. We guided them to the No: 1pub where we became acquainted over lunch and ginger beer, viewing family photos and learning of family history and circumstances. This was a special and valuable opportunity to embrace and remember especially for Susan. We then walked with them to the foyer of our hotel where we enjoyed cakes and slices from the shop we'd happened upon yesterday. They had a happy communication with Susan's parents via facetime too before we walked them back to catch the return train to Glasgow. After a couple of purchases of mementos we partook in our tour of the preserved underground city at Mary King Close. We've now returned to our hotel - tomorrow is a big travel day.
We left bonny Scotland at 1030 by train to London. Enjoyed the ever changing scenery enroute and as we got further south the clouds grew darker and rain came down. Who would have known that the weather would be brighter up north? Along the way I bought our tickets online for our train travel to Exeter - £205 for.the four of us - a bit expensive I thought but it is what it is and there's not much a poor boy from Oz can do.about it๐ We arrived at KingsCross at 1450 caught the tube to Paddington and boarded our Great Western train to Exeter at 1606 ETA 1818. Through lush farms and fields, across swollen rivers, past quaint little villages with predominantly stone houses, handsome pubs and usually a prominently placed church with a tall spire piercing the skyline, river flats, rolling hills, hedgerows, baled hay, harvested grain crops, sheep, cattle, horses and all the pleasant bucolic aspects of the English countryside. We arrived into Exeter about 1830. Caught a small 2 carriage train to Exeter Central, hauled our luggage out to the street and called a taxi that arrived promptly to deliver us to the Hamiltons home in nearby Pinhoe. We were warmly welcomed by Chris and Mary into their delightful double story cottage, "Bramley". We were fed a feast fitting of fine gentry and enjoyed convivial conversation. I'm getting the wind up now so more tomorrow.
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We are staying at our friends, Chris and Mary's home in Exeter. It's a lovely English home that could easily have featured on "Escape to the Country" a favourite TV show of Sue and the girls. It has a lovely light sitting and dining room that seems to reach into the garden. The kitchen is large open planned and superbly appointed. Our rooms are upstairs with our own bathroom facilities. It is a lovely place to stay and recoup at. Tuesday who went tootling around the county of Devon in a people mover hired by Chris. We went to Ford Abbey an historical old abbey and gardens dating back to the 11th century. The grand stone building and acres of gardens were beautiful. At 12 pm the fountain spout shot about 20 metres skyward for about 5 minutes which was a sight to behold. We meandered through the many garden ares and around the well placed ponds. We toured inside the abbey but no photos allowed in the main interior rooms elegantly and opulently decorated with paintings, sculptures, huge tapestries and antique furnishings. Lillian and I dressed up in monks robes for a laugh, the others weren't so keen. We lunched in the tea rooms before continuing a drive. We drove through Axminster, famous for carpet making and the seaside village of Seaton where I was interested in fishermen surf fishing on the beach with wind shelters (dome tents) to protect themselves from the brisk weather changes. We then went to the delightful seaside resort village of Beer which is bustling with holiday makers at the height of summer but a little quieter now. As you'll see from the many pictures it is a pretty and entrancing place that we thoroughly enjoyed visiting. I'd love to go back again in summertime. The shingle beach drops away sharply at the shoreline. The tide rises and falls 5 metres and at full tide is deep enough to,launch fishing boats directly from the beach. The bay is framed at either side by steep chalk cliffs which add to the picturesque scene. As advised by a mirthful sign at the Barrell pub, I had a beer at Beer. The rest had ice creams, most appropriate. After that we continued our countryside circuit back to Exeter and our host's home. After dinner I researched and booked, with Chris's assistance, our upcoming travel connections to France and accomodation at Portsmouth. All that planning led to a busy mind and lack of sleep that night.
Nice to be in a family home with home-style facilities and eating home cooked meals. We had an easy start to the day catching up on washing and our travel journaling. Late morning and visited the local butcher to buy minced beef for Marys planned cottage pie for our dinner. The butcher,Martin Giddins has operated the shop all his adult life. He offers some meats rarely seen on display these days such as kidneys,livers and well aged cuts. He was very engaging and we enjoyed chatting with one another. After lunch we caught the double decker bus from Pinhoe into Exeter city central. We checked out the huge cathedral but opted not to tour inside but rather spent our money on a scrumptious afternoon tea in the ornate tearooms. Then we wandered through pretty narrow streets to the river and the area of Exeter Quay. We spent a good portion of time at this interesting and very pretty location, exploring the old customhouse and wharf. We bought a ni e framed textile picture titled, Evening storm, as a gift for Mary and Chris. Rode the bus back to Pinhoe where we printed out our train tickets for the next days travel. I checked out the local pub for a pre dinner ale, Carling, very refreshing. Back to the Hamilton home and tasty cottage pie and vegetables for dinner, a great comfort meal. After while the girls all watched Sound of Music (nice for them) Chris and I played out a tensely fought crib tournament. Chris jumped out of the blocks winning first 2 sets and was happy to share his early gains with the girls. I reminded him that like Raffa I'm up for a 5 setter and it's never over til it's over. I then went on to win the next 2 sets to even up the contest. It then went down to the wire with Chris prevailing by virtue of having the first count at th last hand and getting over the line thus making my count and crib void. It's just as well anyway because. Chris would never have lived down being beaten by a colonial upstart ๐ We sure have loved our pleasant stay with our dear friends.
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Up early, suitcases packed, breakfasted and prayer/farewell time with Chris and Mary before Chris goes off to work on his bike. Mary offered us snacks and sangas which Susan put together for our travel fodder. At about 0945 we departed on foot wheeling our suitcases and accompanied by Mary down the hill to the Pinhoe railway platform. We were a bit early, having to wait about half an hour for our 0935 train so I took the opportunity to give Spriggsy a buzz in Oz. It was great to speak with him and hear his voice, he'd been keeping up with our travels via the travel blog photos. The girls all got to say hello to him too. Our dear friend is often in our thoughts and prayers. We boarded our train and travelled through the lush green country side via several stops to Salisbury where we got off and waited about 10 minutes for our connecting trIn to Portsmouth. Arrived at Portsmouth harbour at the end of the line just before 1300. Started out in the direction of the Travelodge hotel until we realised it was a 40 minute walk away, which is a bit much with all our luggage. So we got on a bus for £6 to convey us within 5 minutes of our hotel. Checked in at the Travelodge a bit basic but adequate to our needs and conveniently located within about a 6 or 7 minute walk to the ferry terminal. Sue and I acquainted ourselves with the route to the terminal to ensure all's well in the morning while the girls rested in or room. Pity we don't really have time to explore Portsmouth this time and it's really only a transit stop enroute to France for us. But we've checked out where to eat tonight, The Hungry Horse, which is at street level connected to the Travelodge building and has a decent family menu. My beloved Geelong Cats will be playing as we are crossing the channel so I'm not sure if I'll keep up with the game while its happening. But nevertheless I'll be cheering them on from afar, Go Cats, beat those Bondi bozo millionaires, those Sydney strutters, those AFL pets. Let's hope the country team from Corio bay can defeat the big city slicker swannies and keep our year alive! We are Geelong wherever we are!
Voila formidable Le chat! The Cats were magnifique! I managed to keep abreast of the game via the Herald Sun live sports blog, albeit delayed at times and intermittent connection. Suffice it to say my heart was pumping as I observed the scores being updated. This was midway on our ferry voyage from Portsmouth to Caen, France. We rose early, me after little sleep, and departed our hotel by 0700. We wheeled our luggage the short distance to the Brittany Ferry terminal, checked in and bought lunch packs, then waited until 0730 before passing through customs and catching the shuttle bus to our ferry. The large ferry named Mont St Michel has 10 decks. We travelled on the 9th deck and enjoyed a smooth voyage. Along the way we participated in a number of quiz competitions conducted by hostess staff. As a family we cleaned up too. Mandolin won the mini golf putting, Lillian won the colouring competition and I won the word search game where you had to include the central letter in all words creatpped, I got more than 70! We each won a small prize including mini travel speakers for the girls. Susan participated too but it wouldn't have been fair to make it a clean sweep๐. We arrived at the port of Caen, pronounced Caan, on time at 1500. We disembarked and waited for about 20 minutes before catching a bus to the city central train station. With a little basic French we managed to get on board our train to take us to Paris at 1705, which we are on board now as a type this memoir. We are due in at Paris at about 1915 whereby we need to get a taxi to our hotel where our tour group are staying for the first night of our Jewels of France tour. Au revoir for now hopefully everything will work out to plan just as we have been blessed so far.
We made it safe and well to Paris and we caught a taxi with an English speaking driver who was most engaging and obliging and conveyed us to our Novotel hotel. After settling in our rooms we had a nice reviving meal at the hotel restaurant. Bonsai for now.
We are in full tour mode now. Big breakfast to get us started as its a busy itinerary with lots to see and experience. 0800 the bus, so many wonderful and fascinating sites to see. Drove around the Arc de Triomphe but didn't stop there so will try to at another opportunity as it is well worth a closer look. Stopped for photos at the Eiffel Tower then on to the Cathedral of Notre Dame, which was amazing. Interestingly there is a small gargoyle in a niche on the outside representing Quasimodo who was a real person that carried cut stone on his back in helping build the massive structure. We had lunch at a cafe in a busy and interesting shopping strip. In the afternoon we visited the Palace of Versailles which is simply awesome and amazing in its grandeur. We heard some of the story of the revolution which while I understand the inequity and need for fairness toward citizens, I find it interesting the sometimes expressed indignance at the excessive opulence of the palace when today it would bring a huge economical benefit to the French through the voluminous tourism associated with it. So without it there would be one less major draw card to visit, spend time and money. Therefore hooray to King Louis XIV! ๐ Back to our hotel then in the evening out for an optional welcome dinner and tour of Paris by night, the city of lights. We had an authentic French feast and lots of celebration in La Scaramouche restaurant where our dining area is in a cavern style lower ground space. We had a 4 course dinner with drinks. Sue tried frogs legs for entree and I had the escargot. We are a popular family as each of us was selected to perform in company with the accordion player who was very entertaining. A fun time and good food was had. Then apart from all the many pretty sites the highlight was a visit to the Eiffel Tower which is a site to behold all lit up, sparkling in the night sky. People everywhere Paris is a bustling buzzing city of all sorts both nice and not so nice, understandably with lots of police about. Rod Stewart sang, "the French police wouldn't give me no peace, they claimed I was a nasty person." I wonder if any of you can name the song, it's title is a truism of life.
A reasonable nights sleep but woke early as usual. It doesn't look like we suffered any bad after effects from our ingestion of frogs legs and snails although I'm a bit eslow this morning and Sue is a bit jumpy!๐ After our standard fill up breakfast we are on the bus at the very civil time of 0845 and on our way, first stop Monet's gardens. Toured Claude's Gardens and house - very pretty and interesting. Seeing all these beautiful gardens inspires ideas of gardening improvements at home but I'm sure such thoughts will fade with time๐ณ There was some sort of military commemoration close by that appeared to be in relation to WW2 and American involvement. Now on our way through Normandy to Rouen. At Rouen we saw the majestic cathedral and after lunch spent some reflective time inside. Saw the ornate old Roman clock and heard of the legend of Joan of Arc who was burned at the stake in the town centre. We had a pleasant lunch of paninis, muffins and drinks. Now we are off to Honfleur. Write again tomorrow so til then Au revoir.
Up extra early this morning and bags out, breakfast and on the bus at 0730. Drove about 1.5 hours to Omaha beach where the American war cemetery and memorial are located. Having imbibed the history details and stories of D day made this visit particularly poignant and meaningful for me. I'm sure it was special for the American contingent on our tour, particularly, Elaine whose father landed there with the infantry and survived to return home to Texas. We then visited Arromanches beach another landing site an site of a engineeredlandin dock where bulldozers and tanks etc were landed. This too was a place of special significance in relation to what was the beginning of the end of WW2. We then visited the pretty little town of Bayeux. We viewed the magnificent 1000 year old (1066) 70 metre long tapestry that depicts the conquest of England by William the Conqueror of Normandy, ruler of the Normans, who defeated king Harold, then ruler of Saxon dominated England. As we slowly walked by this original treasure of Normandy we heard the florid description of the depicted events. It turned out to be quite a worthwhile and memorable experience. There was no photos allowed which caused me to reiterate that fact to a rude bozo who pushes his way around with no consideration for others. The photos you see I took of reproductions in the gift shop. We thenfound little cafe and pizza family meal deal that included a 500g tub of icecream to share. Sadly the girls like plain vanilla while we prefer more diverse flavours but we conceded so we all could share. We're now back on the bus and on ou long afternoon drive to Mont St Michaels. After checking into our hotel rooms we caught the. shuttle bus to the amazing Mont St Michel which is an island at high tide and an isthmus at low tide. We wound our way up the narrow cobbled lanes to the cathedral and then bought tickets to continue further. We weren't going to give up there so we obviously continued and enjoyed the breathtaking views the ornate, intimate chapels,majestic cathedral and amazing overall construction built atop a rocky outcrop. We made the most of our full quota of time before the attendants bustled us off obviously wanting to knock off for the day. We meandered back down browsing the shops. The after gazing again on this awesome site we caught the shuttle bus back allowing the mount to diminish and fade from our view. We dined at a nearby restaurant with an Aussie couple we've met on tour. An absolutely marvellous day has been had.
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This was our first non cooked breakfast on tour apart from the option of cold hard boiled eggs nevertheless we satisfied our repast requirements. On the bus at 0830 and on our way through the lush farmlands and thick green forests that are extra pretty to the eye with all the silver birches growing naturally amongst oaks,chestnuts,elms and more. Our morning stop is at St Malo a famous ,fortified Corsican city in the Brittany region. It's a much loved and visited seaside resort of both the British and French and many more for that matter. It's a truly delightful little city with delectable shops and cafés to fulfill the indulgences of all. We bought delicious pastries, chocolate filled muffin for Lil and a freshly cooked strawberry crepe for Mandolin, ooh la la! We checked out the cathedral another of those magnificent structures built for worship and to the glory of God. Susan went shopping while dad and daughters walked along the ramparts and gained an elevated perspective of this delightful place. To the ladies reading this you will be glad to know Susan's purchases were impressive and I approve ๐ Today the weather started out cool and showery but has now warmed up and t-shirt wear is sufficient. We stopped for lunch at Rennes, pronounced "Ren", and had pasta upstairs in a quaint little café. Sue has the shopping, browsing bug now, I should have known any surrender to this dangerous disease could lead to an epidemic๐. Oh well my good fortune was bound to run out at some stage ๐ We had a long 3 hour drive this afternoon to Amboise in the Loire Valey after our late afternoon comfort stop I shared a funny story about Neil Armstrong and the moon landing (Mr Gorski) which went down well especially with the Americans. Lillian being a chip off the old block then told a joke followed be her retelling of her book of the year story entry, about Percy the hungry pig. She was well received especially as a mere 11 year old displaying such a bold performance. We we then followed by a man who was an opera singer and he sang for the bus. Much entertainment before reaching our Novotel hotel where we stay for the next 2 nights. While most went out to an optional extra dinner excursion we dined at the hotel restaurant and enjoyed a superb meal.
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Tโoday was a free day for us as we opted not to go on the additional excursions but instead do our own thing. It was good not to help ave to get our luggage organised and out today as we are staying at the same hotel 2 nights and it's a good one too, the Novotels usually are. So were up at the leisurely time of 0730 and breakfast at 0800. Oh dear waffles and crepes along with the usual fare, not to mention the fromage (cheese selection) which is so delectable, I am loving it but it will be back to the gym when I get back๐ No wonder the French food is so renowned, the best truly is as good as it gets๐. After our pleasant breakfast indulgence we walked the alleged 2 kilometres to Amboise township, except thanks to my meanderings along a river trail and a considerable diversion, we doubled the distance, much to the chagrin of the femes๐. Nevertheless we reoriented and found or way to Chateau Clos de Luce which is where Leonardo da Vinci spent the final 3 years of his life. The tour of both the chateau and gardens was fascinating and a very special experience. Although id always known it, Leonardo was an absolute genius ahead of his time and a marvellous artist and scientist. We spent about 3 hours there then wandered into town had a tasty lunch, browsed shops and bought a special 2011 bottle of Beaujolais to celebrate the impending Cats victories ๐. Caught a taxi back to the hotel about 1600 and played tennis with Mandolin while Sue and Lillian played mini golf. Due to have dinner with the group at 1900.
Early start today all readied and on the bus by0800. Lillian and I have the front seat to start with which is special scenic treat. We drove along the Loire Valley alongside the huge Loire River to Blois (blah). There we stopped for group photos in front of the castle of Louis VII and a brief look around this pretty town. Drove on to Chartes (chart) where we viewed another magnificent old cathedral more than 600 years old. Had some lunch which included crepes and paninis. Now heading back to Paris for the last leg of our tour. We arrived back in Paris and most of us joined a tour of the Louvre. It was one of those bucket list tick off things that just had to be done and I'm glad we did too. Our local guide, Ivan, was particularly engaging and informative. Then on to our last hotel of the tour, th Tim hotel Clichy, if you ever come to Paris, don't stay here, it's a dive. The foyer and downstairs area are a deceptive front. The rooms are small, poky, stifling with no air flow. There's mildew in the bathroom.... I better stop, we've obviously had it too good and become soft. So I should change the subject at least for now. We found a reasonable bistro restaurant close by and had a fair meal. We're now back in our room, Fawlty Towers would have been far better because at least it would be funny!! So here's hoping for a decent nights sleep ๐
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Well we're glad we only had one night in the Tim hotel, it was a bit of a flop. We got to say our farewells to most of the group and had breakfast with Jimmy and Mona our new found Christian friends from LA. We have committed to contact each other if we're ever travelling in each others countries. We have now caught a taxi over to our hotel Ibis in Saint Martin Paris and waiting for our rooms to be ready.
We got into our rooms and were pleased to find the quality and modernity to be excellent ๐. The Cats however were far from excellent but as the song goes, "I don't want to talk about it, how you broke my heart..." But we've moved on, done some washing, "gotta wash that game right outa my head", and that's just from following the blog,I didn't even get to see it, thankfully. So we got ourselves aboard the metro and rode to Charles de Gaulle stop at the Arc de triomphe and what special treat that was. We spent 2.5 hours there and enjoyed magnificent 360 views from the top. We met a lady from Ballarat up there with her two young sons when she approached us to enquire if we would like a family photo taken, we reciprocated. It's a great big world we have to see and explore yet a small world when you can be on the other side of it and meet people from back home. There was a tribute service held below when we came down.
We then walked to the Eiffel Tower and joined long slow queue to ascend the tower. It was light when we started and dark before we reached the ticket booth.โ But we are sure glad we were patient because the experience of ascending the tower and climbing the last few stairs to the summit platform was spectacular. Seeing Paris glittering at night in all its glory from a 360 degree perspective was a, most likely, once in a lifetime event which we can treasure always. Once again we made the most of our time and didn't just take our photos and rush back down. However due to the crowds on a mild autumn night there wasn't much variety left at the cafes up on the tower so by about 10 pm we were all hungry and a bit weary. So after descending we strolled our way to a swanky restaurant area and chose one to dine at. We all had spaghetti bolognese which replenished our tummies and shared delicious ice cream combinations of caramel, chocolate and pistachio๐. It was a bit late to attempt to navigate our way back to our hotel by train so I nabbed a cab, with a friendly driver originating from Ivory Coast, and got safely back around half past midnight.
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โAfter our rather late night we let the young ladies sleep as they needed today and took our time getting going. Besides we're in Paris and we must keep with the Paris culture ๐. We went out for brunch at a nearby bistro bar and all.had omelettes washed down with fresh orange juice and of course a long black coffee (Americano) for me. We later got ourselves orientated with the Gare du Nord railway station which is about a 10 minute walk from our hotel as this is where we depart from Paris to Lille tomorrow. We received some helpful advice and got our tickets printed having bought them online yesterday. After that we made our way via the metro to the riverside in the city centre. We strolled around soaking in the sites and atmosphere and I bought a canvas painting of the Eiffel Tower. Sue's a bit concerned about how it will travel but as usual I'm a bit more relaxed about such an issue, its the travelling connections and timing that gets me fussing ๐. We took a river cruise on the Seine and it was just fantastic. So we've added another to our repertoire of river cruises in the great cities of the world, London, Melbourne, Singapore. We refreshed at the cruise bar and as you'll see Sue HAD A BEER ๐บ! Sorry about that for any of the puritans sensibilities but I assure you she's pure of heart ๐. After further gazing about we got on the metro back to Louis Blanc our area of stay. Had a hearty meal for dinner at the same venue as brunch and that's another day done.
Patchy sleep, my thoughts drifting to travelling to Flanders and reflecting on two brothers from Apollo Bay, my uncles Cyril and Roy, who would have rode on a troops train to the battle front from the same station in Paris, Gare du Nord, 100 years ago. I'm already sensing a strong familial link to my uncles and I've a feeling this coming tour is going to be a very moving lifetime experience. We are aboard the fast train, all the country trains thus far have been fast, to Lille in northern France. We arrived at Lille after an hour's travel and found our way to the Carlton hotel which is a grand old establishment. We lodged our luggage whilst our rooms were being readied and went out for a reconnoiter. Had lunch at a bakery and browsed souvenir shops. Came across a big motorbike rally gathering in the city square. There were lots of old classic bimes like Enfields, Triumphs, Harleys and more. We made our way to the park where there were fairground rides etc. Lillian in particular had a fun time there. Got back and into our rooms which are adjoining for the first time. We met some of the tour group in the foyer and one is a full on tigers supporter and member so she felt slightly conflicted being here when her team was aiming for a different glory. But she, like me, knew the once in a lifetime chance to honour 100 years anniversary of the tragic death or involvement of a relative in WW1 just trumped fleeting football glory. We had a different dinner tonight - Thai, which was a nice change. Met our tour guide who seems a bit disorganised and here's hoping he gets a whole lot better after a good night's rest.
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Disappointingly the tour efficiency went downhill this morning - at 0900 we all walked our luggage to the city bus stop to supposedly meet with our bus which our guide alleged would arrive in 5 minutes. After 18 X 5 minutes later, that's 90 minutes we finally got aboard our bus, having helped the bus driver load the luggage and hit the road. Apparently our itinerary has to be adjusted and reduced now. We can only hope things improve from hereon๐. At least I've met some nice and interesting people who are on there own special pilgrimage.โ
Gratefullyโ and much to our combined appreciation the tour improved significantly after the starting hiccups. We visited the Pashendale museum at Zonnebeke which was fantastic. The displays and replica trenches and dugout complete with all manner of rooms completely decked out were superbly realistic. After hours viewing and exploring we had a sensational three course lunch of soup, main and a magnum ice cream for desert. We then drov through many well known sites and areas of major battles to Tyne Cot cemetery. There we spent a contemplative 1/2 hour before visiting Plug Street visitor centre which was also impressive and informative, bought some souvenirs there too. After further touring about we went to Poperinge and our hotel Recourse, which is luxurious and superbly appointed. Things have really elevated to a higher grade. We have to get up at 0100 for our journey to the Polygon Wood dawn service, so that will be achallenge for sleepy heads.
I'm not sure any of us got any decent sleep before we got up at 0100 and on the bus at 0130. We arrived at the screening station which was as strict as Airport screening before boarding shuttle busses to Polygon Wood. We then slowly made our way along the gravelled path, through the woods to the cemetery and shrine where the ceremony was to occur. Along the way we passed by re-enactment sites, illuminated information markers and replicated or original bunker, tunnel, trench and barbed wire barricade sites. All along there were terrific illuminations in the trees and authentic amplified background sounds of bombardments, gunfire and battle noises. The ceremony area was set up with seating, lights, staging, orchestra, choir in the cemetery dominated by the striking cenotaph. The entire ceremony was a magnificent tribute, what privilege to be there. Thee were personal soldier tributes, original pfilm, a short movie about the telegraph man delivering death messages in a country town which was superbly portrayed by, Jack Thompson, Gary Sweet and Sigrid Thornton, it was very moving and many were brought to tears. The speeches by dignitaries including the Governor General, Peter Cosgrove, Princess Astrid of Belgium, minister, Dan Tehan, ambassadors and others were all perfect. The prayers partitioned for us all by the officiating Christian chaplain were also perfect. Amazing, emotional, honorable and respectful.... It was just getting light as we headed back to the busses. Without advance notice Frank, the tour guide, directed the bus toward the Huts Cemetery. I started to realise when I saw the signs to Dikebus. Although not expected to happen quite so soon I appreciated the sentiment and started to get emotionally built up as I was about to visit the earthly resting place of my dear Great Uncle Cyril, whose name I carry. The sense of honour and privilege to be able to pay a personal and family tribute and homage in this place so far from home was immense. Before approaching his gravesite we all gathered around in the cemetery and I gave a brief background and overview of a little about Cyril James Marriner and his siblings. I found grew further emotional when speaking about my Pop, Earl Marriner, as he was so dear to me. As a family the four of us then approached Cyril's grave and I cleaned the headstone with water and an old sock. Lillian and I then placed our poppy cross markers in the soft soil at the foot of the headstone. We had some quiet time then photos. This was a very special lifetime moment to be able to pay tribute to our fallen uncle, not known in person yet loved in sincerity. I also appreciated the quiet, bucolic, rural farmland environment that surrounded this peaceful place, I felt it was appropriate for a grazier/farmer from far away Apollo Bay where such an environment would be so familiar. After departing there we visited another cemetery with a family connection to one of our group. Then back to our hotel for a late and much required breakfast come early lunch. A nap was in order after our feed but it was hardly a deep sleep. Got up at about 3 and after showering checked out the Poperinge town centre. Visited two impressive cathedral style churches and took in their peaceful, contemplative atmospheres. Checked out the old jail cells where prisoner soldiers were held before execution from crimes in the first world war, this however was a somewhat disturbing little place with a not so nice history. We met in the hotel foyer at 5 and then bussed to Ypres (Ieper) where we had early dinner as a group at a restaurant before attending the Menin Gate and the last post ceremony which has been held there every night since the Great War except during the Second World War. As a family the Fourens we're privileged again to lay a wreath we bought this time in honour of both uncles Cyril and Roy who both served in the Ieper salient. Following this further moving event we've now returned to our hotel for the night, feeling rather drained but deeply satisfied with this day of honour and tributes.
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I cut down slightly upon my breakfast intake this morning as we've been eating in a rather lush paddock lately. After wheeling our luggage to the bus in the close by town square Lillian said she wasn't sure if she'd left Dot Dot, her soft doggy toy behind in her roo, so I gallantly trotted back to the room, checked the bedding and then found the little softy under the pillows of Lil's bed. Safely rescued Dot Dot was returned to a much relieved owner. The first place visited today was Hooge Crater cemetery a lovely peaceful place now with a violent devastating involvement in the Great War. Buried there is a family member of the group, named McKinley, who was the great great uncle of Gary .. Who told a bit of his story being a 52 year old who claimed to be 35 to join up, was a miner and died of compression related injuries. Also buried there is Private Bugden VC whose story was featured in yesterday's ceremony he having being killed after numerous heroics at the battle of Polygon Wood. We then visited the Fromelles (Pheasant Wood) cemetery. There I found the grave of a Victorian Police soldier killed at Fromelles, Sergeant McDowell. The visitor centre museum was very well done with a super impressive visual map display of the battle as it occurred. This was a tragedy for us as over 5000 Australians were killed in the night of that battle blunder perhaps better described as military murder. Next visited the Fromelles monument erected at the actual site of the battle, the Cobbers sculpture is poignant and is erected within 30 metres of where the German frontline was. Also there are the ruins of German blockhouses whereby the reinforced concrete is about 2 metres thick, any wonder they survived the British bombardments and we're ready to mow down the Aussies as they bravely rose and charged from their trenches - they were slaughtered - even the few who made across no mans land and captured segments of the German front trench were driven back and devastated by the German counterattack. A hundred metres away we visited VC corner memorial and cemetery where we took a tour group photo. We noted that the ploughed field of crumbly clay soil between the two sites would soon turn into a sticky morass with any substantial rainfall hence the glue pot the soldiers had to struggle through was envisioned. I always noted low lying water in the shallow roadside drains at a time of relatively dry weather so again it was not hard to imagine the trenches filling with water after rain. No wonder poor Uncle Cyril suffered from trench feet several times leading up to his death. Next stop was the Vimy Ridge Canadian memorial and visitor centre where we had our packaged catered lunches, delivered by food van, of salads, breads, cheese (Camembert no less), fish pate and sweet delicacies for desert washed down with bottled water and additionally in my case with an expresso coffee from a vending machine which was very good, in fact it was all very good. The grounds surrounding are still indented with trenches and craters having being preserved, now covered in grass with trees growing around to stabilise the ground. We walked through replicated trenches and viewed preserved tunnels penetrating deep into the ridge. The huge memorial is about the most impressive I've seen and it stands proudly atop the ridge with faraway views across distant flatlands. It's easy to see why the spot was so strategic and valued by both sides. The Canadians greatest victory was capturing it from the Germans in 1917 and holding it. We then visited a French cemetery, chapel and memorial that records the names in alphabetical order, of 580,000 soldiers who died in the region. I found several Marriners not known to me who may have came from England. The chapel was cathedral like and had a massive mosaic in the huge nave. We travelled on passing a German cemetery which was very plain without any monument intentionally so as not to draw any overt attention. We then got to Arras to visit the New Zealand mining memorial but were too late for our planned tour so only managed a look around and a few photo ops. The day is drawing to a close and it's off to our hotel and dinner.
Another awe inspiring, fascinating day of honour and respect to those who courageously and selflessly, sometimes recklessly, others heroically, lost their lives during the tragedy called the Great War! Our accommodation is nice enough but as has often been the case, the rooms are too hot at night, I wake up sweating. The Europeans love it warm, must be because their winters are so cold. There was a slight misunderstanding where we thought we had to check out so packed our suitcases however there was a misprint on the itinerary and we stay 2 nights at the Royal Picardy. Our first stop today was a little cemetery where an Australian VC winner, Lt. Gaby, is buried. Then on to Villers Bretoneaux museum which is built alongside the school that was built after the war, financed by the famous pennies collection from Victorian school children post WW1. Then visited the Villers Bretonneaux memorial erected in honour of the sacrifice of Australian soldiers on the Somme. We found the name of J E Turner of the 5th Infantry Division carved into the memorial wall - his name is recorded there as his body was never found and he reform doesn't have a burial site. He was James Edward Turner, our cousin and cousin of uncles Cyril and Roy and of course Poppa. He was a sawmill worker born in Colac and his name is on the Apollo Bay sentinel along with uncle Cyril's. So that was a special family connection moment which touched my heart. Next stop was Le Hamel memorial park which commemorates the battle of Hamel in July 1918, where the Australians had a great victory under the leadership of General John Monash. From this elevated ridge we could see across to Amiens an important rail and road junction linked to thus the strategic importance of the site. Lunch - three sumptuous courses ๐ was consumed at a pretty little hotel in the quaint village of Heilly. I went into the post office to buy stamps, the ladies only spoke French and my little was insufficient but with that and sign language I conveyed my message. However they were unable to sell me the quantity of international stamps I don't requested, but offered me one which they refused to accept payment for because of me being Australian - they still greatly honour Australians for their war service unto this day. A fellow needs a nod off after such a lunch but the next stop arrived soon after so up and at it again we go! We drove by Mouquet Farm another famous site and got out at Thiepval museum and memorial built to honour the lives of British and French soldiers killed on the Somme battlefields. The museum was great particularly the interactive features. I met up again with men who'd performed reenactments at Polygon Wood and were at Menin Gate. One of them, Paul Kenwary, is a fellow Vic Pol copper and we had a brief friendly chat. The Thiepval memorial is massive and awesome and suitably honours the British fallen in France. Next stop Pozieres Ridge windmill site, tank memorial and war animals memorial - a well considered modern day addition to the honoured. Another small cemetery followed by a German cemetery. In the Second World War the Germans removed all the headstones of the Jews who served for Germany in WW1, to eradicate any recognition to them. They have since been replaced. It's been another big day. Tonight we stay in Albert and will dine together at a brassiere in town
Final day of tour
Last night we had a very pleasant meal together at the LittlePub brassiere in Albert. More importantly though, we were able to have our SOR arranged nights accommodation at Lille cancelled and money refunded. This led to me scrambling to arrange travel and alternate accommodation for Friday night and onwards. With fluctuating wifi and, at times, glacier like internet speed, this was not a straight forward task. However during our dinner time I gained wifi access and after trying alternate options I settled for and booked train travel to Brussels and 5 nights accommodation there at Adagio Apartment Hotel, of the same configuration as our stay at Edinburgh. This style suits our family situation whilst providing flexibility of meals with the option of cooking and refrigeration. So this was a massive relief and peace of mind blessing.
Up and at it today packing ready for departure. Nice breakfast with fresh fruits, yoghurt, granola, bread, cheese washed down with fresh squeezed orange juice and my obligatory expresso style coffee - Tres bion!
All aboard and off to Arras where we caught our underground mine tour of the caverns dug out of the chalk stone by New Zealand and British miner soldiers. This allowed them to get under the German lines oblivious to the enemy and gain a surprise advantage when a major attack was launched on 9 April 1917 (uncle Cyril's last birthday). The men lived underground for months as the dug further. At times the townsfolk of Arras sheltered there from bombardments. This was a fascinating, interesting tour. Next we visited Bullecourt museum which holds a massive collection of battlefield memorabilia mostly collected by a French farmer who funded the museum. Another very interesting and expansive coverage, via visual and audio, of a tragic theatre of the Great War which holds a prominent place in the hearts of Australians as we suffered more than 3,000 casualties including dead and wounded and over a 1,000 were taken prisoner in the first battle of Bullecourt ion 11 April 1917 and more than 7,000 of our soldiers were casualties in the second battle of Bullecourt on 3 May 1917. The major blame for this monumental military blunder and slaughter can be attributed to the arrogant British General Gough who based his bombastic attack plans on a bygone era of the Calvary: "Charge" . Never casualties they're expendable cannon fodder sacrificed for a fool's ego. We also visited the Digger monument and roadside memorial dedicated the Aussies who fought at Bullecourt. Stopped by another cemetery and attended the grave of a relative of the group. Lunch stop at Perone along with a brief visit of the museum which is inside an old castle fortress. We then drove up to Mont St Quentin the site of the final great victories of the Aussies whereby they drove the Germans from this high elevated hill with 360 degree outlook. We attended the Digger monument dedicated to the Australian soldiers who fought the brave victory there and walked the trail observing highlight sites. Now heading toward drop off locations of Arras first then Lille where we will end our tour.
Said our goodbyes to the Arras drop off people and grabbed a coffee from a bar there in order to use their loo๐ณ. Got back to Lille about 1730 said farewell to our delightful Spanish bus driver, Antonio, who has been just superb and always friendly. We gave him a tip as did quite a few others in recognition of his helpfulness and great service. Printed our tickets out at the train station then had a couple of hours to kill,so Lil and I went into town to get her souvenirs and post Mandolins postcard while Sue and her stayed with the bags. We grabbed some fast food and waited for our 2009 train to Brussells. All went okay until we got to Brussels and had a heck of a time trying to find out hotel while hauling our luggage around. When we eventually got into our room about 2300 the lights blew, no power, and we had to change rooms. It's just gone midnight and we're finally settling down. Whoever reads this blog should be grateful for the extra effort made to update you all. Goodnight.
After all our dramas from last night we all slept fairly well and didn't get up til almost 0900 and went to breakfast at 0930. Today we needed to rest and regroup. We got some laundry organised and checked out the nearby area while that was underway. We found some nice restaurants not too far away that were recommended to us by the breakfast attendant. We browsed an exclusive ornately adorned arcade with lots of Belgian chocolatiers and various specialty shops. We bought a sample package of chocolates and look forward to devouring some later. We are up to speed with the dominant victory in the grand final of the Tigers over the Crows. I can imagine the fans will be going wild and painting Melbourne yellow and black. Anyway well done and congrats to my dear long suffering Tiger fanatical friends and family, but as with the Bulldogs, let's not make it a habit ๐. Back to apartment style living is just what we need for now. We can spread out and enjoy some home style meals and family time pptogether.
Later in the afternoon we went out and about for a further reconnaissance mission and during our wanderings we stopped at an arcade cafe for a sweet afternoon tea treat of Belgian waffles, crepes and beverages of choice. We then visited the magnificent and awesome St Michels cathedral. After further strolling down town we elected to buy takeaway pastas from a popular Italian restaurant, Ricotta et Parmesan, which was so busy tables were hard to secure. The wait was worthwhile and the pastas deliciously enjoyed back at our apartment. Now as the day draws to a close we pause again to reflect on our dear Uncle Cyril whose death was 100 years ago today and here we are in Belgium not far from where he served and died. At the same time we must celebrate my dear nephew and Godson, Ben's birthday too, which is today. "Here's to you Benny, have a good one!" Love to all, I'll blog you later.๐
When we stepped out of our hotel today the streets were abuzz with people. There were barricades set up for a street marathon and getting around was a hustling bustling affair. We stepped into the peace and silence of St Nicholas church which has been built and rebuilt on the same site since the 1300s. It is another wonderfully adorned, ornate church but not nearly as big as many we've seen. One of the most striking features was a large nativity scene depicting the birth of Christ in a medieval Brussels city scene. The figurines and models are fantastic. I particularly liked the Angels atop the roof over the birth site, with their wild hair and wide open mouths, singing "Gloria Exelsius Deo" - no doubt. I also likeed the statue of Jesus holding the hand of a child which conveyed a blessing of peace and welcome, "Let the children come unto me". Stepping back out onto the cobbled streets and into the city square we watched hundreds of marathon runners go pounding by. We checked out some souvenir shops and spent a good chunk of time in the museum which had free entry today. There was a multitude of hisorical pictures, sculptures and informative items to view. After that we had a late lunch of pizza in a quaint cafe bar with a low ceiling and bold timber beams in the upstairs dining area. After that we made a mandatory visit to the statue of the Manekin Pis, which you may have seen a picture of before sometime. It's the Cupid like nude boy peeing fountain. There are many legends to its origin that date back to the 1600s. The actual statue itself is quite small and today he had a mayoral robe draped around him - Susan was most disappointed and was expecting a somewhat grander display. Almost everything is old and historic. What's Belgium famous for? Beer, waffles, pastries, sweet delights and chocolate. It's amazing everyone's not the shape of a rotund barrel! We've indulged in a few of the delicacies too, oh dear! So you'll all be glad to know I checked out the fitness room late in the afternoon. But I'm sorry to report it was very basic and sparse of equipment. Nevertheless I rode the exercise bike and did some exercises, but I have a long way to go๐ณ. We went out to dinner with a difference once again, this time Mexican - a nice change and very filling. ๐ However we ate a bit early and we about to go the Mexican troubadour was about to begin performing but I managed to make his acquaintance and we had some photos taken. The only trouble is - he looks like Cisco and I look more like Pancho! There I got in first so no prizes for second๐
Belgium is so steeped in history, I just hadn't readily realised the depth of its rich past before coming here and doing some revision through being here and taking it in. The province that is now Belgium was ruled by Spain in the 15th century before being united with Holland (Netherlands) in the 16th century. As Spain and France were often at war, during the 15th C King Louis bombarded Brussels with canons and catapults of incendiary bombs setting it afire and destroying much of the old predominantly wooden housed city. In 1830 Belgium gained independence Netherlands and is a sovereign nation with a monarchy and prime ministership government. There are two dominant spoke languages of French and Flemish which is the same as Dutch, only that in Belgium it's called Flemish due to their fierce independence. Besides the two apparent dominant languages English is also commonly spoken and understood at least a little. Having said this I do perceive at times in the capital a certain aversion and superiority expressed toward English speaking people as in Paris. This is by no means an absolute as many are polite, considerate and helpful. Today we joined a day coach tour to the historical cities of Ghent and Brugge. Our first stop was a walking tour of the central area of Ghent. An extremely elegant historic city with ancient and magnificent buildings. There is a canal system linked the the Schelde River and a tram system. A lot of people can be seen cycling about, this is common throughout Belgium hence their fame in cycling glory. This was a very pleasant city tour which you may well intone from the pictures. Next stop Brugge.
Brugge is renowned as the Venice of the north as it is a canal served city with multiple magnificent historic structures from various eras dating back to the medieval age. It is so picturesque it is only the pictures and the being there that can best convey the magnificence and beauty of the place. We did a walking tour along the cobblestone streets with a break for lunch whereby I bought some postcards and stamps and sent a couple off. In case you're a recipient don't be expecting any details in the message. Let the pictures their story and accept our warm greetings. If you've been faithfully reading the blog you will have received more details than I could ever include on a postcard. In between all the sightseeing we bought some souvenirs and enjoyed an afternoon ice cream each. The visit to the Basilica of the Holy Blood was a very different church visit. There is a glass encased alleged relic of blood collected by Joseph of Aramathea and brought from the Holy Land by the Count of Flanders. The case is overseen by a priest sitting with it on a raised altar. You can approach and touch the case via steps and the priest hands you a small prayer pamphlet, silence must be kept. No photographs are allowed of the recess within which it sits or of the relive and priest. The basilica was built between 1127 and 1134 AD. It also has some beautiful painted Christ depictions including the stages of the cross. The city square with all its grand buildings surrounding it was another sight to behold. We opted in for a canal tour toward the end of our Brugge visit which was extremely worthwhile and gave another wonderful perspective from the water of this amazing place. As with Ghent there are citizens cycling all around and there are lots of horse drawn carriage rides clopping along the cobblestones. We walked back to the park where our coach was waiting to take us back to Brussels. A great day out was enjoyed by the Fourens.
We're starting to sprout so it's time to get out. Brussels has been fun but it's time to run. We slept until after 8 and this time the girls went to the hotel breakfast and Susan and I had an lighter economical breakfast at a cafe. The reason being that this hotel has a small print policy that when you opt for breakfast it only means for two adults. Then they charge an adult rate for over 12. So we're paying twice for breakfast, if we have it there. Not impressed because I don't appreciate being ripped off when you're already paying well. Made some calls and FaceTime chats with family loved ones and caught up with a lot of news - some good and some not so good but it was good to touch base and share.
Had a further look about this lovely city and took the girls to the Horta comics figurine museum with a healthy Tin Tin influence, which some of you may know of. Tin Tin is the famous adventure character with the blond hair and high forehead crest created by author, Herge, from Belgium. I remember the comics from my boyhood and how the stories often related to topic events of the time like flying to the moon. The girls spent about an hour and a half there while we went for a coffee and look about. When we returned to collect them we bought some mementos. Then had a waffle for a midday snack. Susan and Mandolin visited a chocolate museum while Lillian helped me ready our luggage. I also wrote a last couple of postcards and sent them off although who knows when they'll arrive because ones we sent from Scotland still haven't arrived.
We had a nice farewell dinner at the excellent Italian restaurant, Ricotta et Parmesan which was most enjoyable. Now packed and ready for our early morning departure.
Whenever it's the night before a travel/connect day I don't seem to sleep,so we'll, my mind is too busy. I'm not sure if the girls realise how good they've really got it with me paying all attention to the issues of concern while they must get a bit over my stern commands. As a good Marriner strict discipline is applied when required whilst allowing for relaxed celebratory activities when deadlines and schedules are not an issue. For instance I had to balance out the weight distribution of our suitcases. When flying international with Singapore airlines you are allowed up to 30 kg per person of booked in luggage. However because we are flying to Frankfurt from Brussels first before we connect with our Singapore flight via a smaller Lufthansa jet aircraft our book in luggage maximum weight per item is only 23 kg and because one of our cases is small complicated by the inclusion of our Spirit of Remembrance souvenir packs, it takes a bit of a balancing act. So I lay down the law on how much goes in where then weigh the baggage with our travel scales. I'm sure some of you will understand my dilemma knowing that I am travelling with three femme fatales who are challenging to manage without a rebellious tanty or two๐. No stress, we got out of our room and down to the taxi on time at 0645. The taxi driver was an okay guy, a French Moroccan (very diverse over here) and we gave him our surplus SOR packs with ponchos and booklets etc, just couldn't fit it all in. We were at Brussels airport with plenty of time to spare, which is better than the alternative as we were advised travelling to the airport from around 0800 onwards can be traffic bedlam. Our flight was due at 1005 so we had plenty of time to burn after booking in and going through customs. So we had a simple breakfast, croissant, chocolate pastry and coffee for me, gotta eat like the locals while I can๐. Then a browse around and wait. Sue found that there were well priced Tin Tin memorabilia items for sale but I applied discipline: nice to look at but not necessary to buy. After a long wait we were advised that our flight was delayed . We changed departure gates then changed back again. By the time we boarded we were more than half an hour behind schedule which meant our connect flight was going to be tight. We took off at 1055 and arrived at Frankfurt about 1135. We were met on the Tarmac by a transit bus that delivered us with military precision via passport control to our waiting Singapore airlines flight. Now we're on board for the long haul enjoying the fine Singapore airlines hospitality. Due to the configuration of three rows of three on this flight the Fourens are unable to seat together in a row and I am across the aisle. But I've been fortunate to have a fellow traveller on the other side of the aisle from me with two seats spare between, and he loves sport. He is an Aussie of Spanish descent who exports tiles to European countries and is involved with Spanish tennis players' promotion particularly in the Australian open. We spoke of our common admiration for Raffa Nadal both liking his uncommon humility coupled with his fantastic ability and star status. Now it's time to make the most out of this long flight. So as usual out of all of us Susan slept the most. She found there were spare seats in the middle aisle in front of me and took the opportunity to lay down across them sometimes. We caught the last three episodes of the Broadchurch 3 series which was very good. I also watched the Batman Lego movie which was very funny, I really liked some of Batman's lines and anecdotes. I also watched American Hustle which was well acted and a pretty good movie. The food was fairly good and we had plenty to eat. We got into Singapore about 0630 local time after 12 hours in flight. We waited at the baggage carousel until it was bare and alas our luggage had not arrived. After a long wait at Lost and Found office we were informed our luggage hadn't made it on to,our flight and was on another flight coming in late afternoon. We were compensated $120 SP per person and caught a taxi to the Novotel Clarke Quay but our rooms aren't available before 1400 so it's a long tiring wait without our things til then. We're all a bit tired and in need of a nap. Thankfully we got a room made up for us by about 1100 so I had a shower and we all caught some Zeds then got up and out for a reccy. Settled on a meal at Chillis (Mexican) which was very fulfilling but there are beans! Then strolled the riverside and decided to take a relaxing river cruise even though we've done it before it's just a great way to smooth on into the environment of Singapore and we love Singapore ๐. Now we're just kicking back at a live music bar, with great music to sing along to, still waiting for our luggage to arrive. Until tomorrow - over and out!
โOur luggage well 75% of it turned up at our hotel about 8 pm, poor Lillian, her case was still missing. At least she could share some of Mandolins things. We had patches of deep and restless sleep and were in a deep phase when awoken by the phone about 0800. I didn't answer it in time but later found it was just a message to tell,us when the other case should arrive. Anyway we have to try and get into the current time zone so up we got and after showers and dressing we went down for a lavish buffet breakfast. After that we took a taxi ride out to Changi Museum and chapel. We opted for audio guides to assist our tour of the museum and they really added to the illustration and atmosphere. Hearing the recorded voices of survivors and their harrowing accounts of imprisonment, torture, deprivation and witnessed executions pierced the heart and elevated emotions. The story portrayed of the attack, surrender and capture of Singapore and its people by the Japanese in 1942 was vivid, as was the two years of painful endurance under their cruel rule. It also told the story of survival, ingenuity and initiative that arose out of necessity and desperation before the defeat of Japan and its surrender to America and the allies in 1945. This was a very meaningful visit and thoroughly worthwhile. After that back to our hotel via another 25 minute taxi ride during which the girls dozed off in the air conditioned comfort. We were welcomed by the return of Lillian's suitcase and feel more complete now. To the pool for a cool off and rest for some and a snappy workout in the gym for me. Pool bar snacks and refreshments later, we were back out and about along the river where it is abuzz with people and activity. We walked our way to the marina bay next to the Merlion statue with its constant water spout opposite the marina sands resort and awaited the laser light show. The lights of Singapore are bright and colourful and were added to by the spectacular laser light show which started at 8 pm and went for aboum15 minutes. Then we walked back along the riverside past all the restaurant promoters and were convinced to give one a try on the promise of good priced food with free welcome drinks. But that venture was a failure as the restauranteur backflipped on what had been offered and tried to sting us for dried snacks presented, hand towels and wanted to enforce us to order mains (which were exorbitantly priced) on top of satay sticks and rice which she considered to be entrees and therefore the so called free drinks presented were not free at all but we're going to be added to our bill. So enough of the deception we upped and left without further ado to the surprise and disgruntlement of the bossy Chinese woman making the demands. We continued our return stroll and settled on a meal at a restaurant closer to our hotel. It was nice enough but still ended up pricey, I think the popularity of the place has caused a boom in prices. Home in our hotel after another eventful and interesting day far away from our home in Oz.
โToday I happily surprised the team with my decision to visit the zoo. After breakfast we booked our entry on.line and taxied it out to the zoo some 25 minutes drive from our hotel. It's another hot and steamy day here so we have to keep hydrated. Lined up to claim our tickets from the machine then joined the busy crowd line to go in. Visited as many exhibits as we could and in many enclosures we were pleasantly surprised how close and personal we could get with the non too shy beasties which made it a lot of fun. We caught the trailer tram around to different themed sites in between walking about. Had lunch at one of the cafes and after about 5 hours we were ready to leave. By then at about 3.30 pm there was a tropical downpour which went on for nearly two hours. We managed to get a taxi back in heavy traffic and heavy rain having ordered it on line which was quicker than waiting in the taxi rank. I just located our taxi rego and waved him over, got in and called the girls away from the long taxi rank queue. It took nearly 90 minutes to get back to our hotel in the heavy tropical downpour and consequential heavy traffic. Tonight I took the girls out to a Burger King where they ordered takeaway meals to have back in our room. The girls stayed in and watched a movie while Sue and I went downstairs and enjoyed a sumptuous buffet dinner with an Octoberfest theme which included roasted pork knuckles and other German dishes. The selections on offer were all tempting so keeping our choices to a modest amount required firm discipline. A very pleasant evening was enjoyed.
Both Susan and I had over active minds last night, probably due to the imminent close of our holiday and thinking of things back home. So a patchy sleep was had. Up at 0800 had breakfast then headed out on foot to Chinatown for a last shopping opportunity. Got some bargains and the girls and I had a massage which was nice. Sue couldn't waste those precious minutes while there were shop stalls to be checked out. Got back to our hotel for our late checkout just after 1 pm and packed our luggage for storing. We now have hours to spend before we have to go to the airport so we've had a poolside lunch and now the rain has gone and it's hot we're going to have a dip. It's all nearly over.
The pool was lovely and refreshing on a very tropical Singapore day. There were patches of stinging hot sun, about 34 degrees, then stormy showers would sweep through. The two girls spent so long in the water they were shrivelled prunes. But we've all rehydrated now. Susan found a way to finish of some of our Singapore money: new sandals for Mandolin and her๐ฌ from the shopping centre next door. After we had a Singapore meal of Keow tang, spicy seafood noodles, quite delicious. We then returned to the hotel change rooms ready for our travel. Caught a taxi after 8 pm to the airport where we are waiting now as I write these few lines. We had a great little stay in Singapore and would be happy to come back again. Our Novotel hotel was excellently appointed with great facilities and customer service. Soon we will be winging our way back to the Great Southern Land, our homeland.
Well we flew through the night. Caught a movie and tried to get some sleep but had limited success. Our airliner was a Boeing 777 which has a tight seating configuration of 3 aisle, 3 aisle, 3. Having flown on a dreamliner on the way over which is far roomier I think I've become a bit selective. The girls were together on the left window side and I was on the aisle seat opposite with a young couple next to me. I had to be careful not to encroach on any territory outside of my allocation and sleeping upright isn't a specialty of mine. Anyway we arrived at Tullamarine about 1000 and breezed through customs. Mind you Susan made sure I declared a chestnut I'd pickded up in France but the customs officer said it wasn't a worry. We were met by our friend Chris and conveyed home to Rosanna on a cool but sunny day. Arrived home to find the garden aglow with colour: Californian poppies, granny bonnets, daisies etc all in bloom; the fruit trees with new leaves; lettuces and silverbeet thriving in the vegie patch and the chooks glad to see me, although one, Milly, is a bit droopy and malting a bit.
After some unpacking and washing loads Susan, Lillian and I walked down to the local IGA for some lunch supplies while Mandolin caught up with schoolwork on her laptop. After lunch we all had a bit of a nap. Later in the afternoon I was sweeping up in the garden out front when approached by the next door neighbours son in law, Stefan. He enquired if I was the gardener at first (knowing we'd been away) before recognising me as the "owner". He went on to tell me that Morris's house had been broken into that afternoon. It turned out that when we were down the street Mandolin had seen a car go past slowly with loud music, a man get out and go toward the neighbour's house and the car back up the street. This would appear to have been the offenders. After all our time away and on the day we get home a rotten incident like that happens. It's made us all alert and vigilant.
Slowly adjusting to the local timezone but still suffering from jet lag. Nevermind we have had the greatest lifetime adventure, seen and experienced marvellous things and paid honour and tribute to our war casualties. It has been truly wonderful and a very memorable opportunity of a lifetime savoured for all time.
By the way for any of my dear readers who either I haven't told or haven't worked out yet why we were titled the Fourens - It's four 'n's: Allan, Susan, Mandolinโ, and Lillianโ. So while we were away we were the Foreign Fourens. Until next time, Sayonara, Adios, Chow and over for now.