#the prodigal son returns
to anyone who gives a toss <g>,
just so I don't get into digressions about my (slightly) megatrip/vacation in
obviously inappropriate sections of the forum, I thought I'd mention it here.
I'm back in a hotel room in Southern California, looking for a more permanent
home, following a 5 week, 10 country, ~6000 mile, overland jaunt around Europe
– gosh my feet are tired <G>. Starting in frigid England and having visited
family and friends (yes, I still have a few there) we set off for warmer
climates. Travelling by boat, train, bus, and tree frog, we wreaked havoc in
Belguim, Amsterdam (Netherlands), Mannheim (Germany), Innsbruck (Austrian
alps), Brindisi (Heel of Italy), Corfu (North-West Greece), Rome (Italy), Nice
(French Riviera), Barcelona (North East Spain, close to Southern France),
Interlaken (Swiss alps), Paris (you tell me?), Ashford (Gateway to not yet open
to the public "channel tunnel") and Sheffield (family home in England). Phew,
I'm exhausted and will require at least another month off to recuperate and
become fully, like way, laid back in SoCal again.
We slept, for the most part, on trains, in cheap hotels or youth hostel type
accommodations. Although, we could have afforded better I suppose, we found
we'd meet far more interesting people that way (and we surely did). Plus, I'm
much happier sleeping in a room full of strange, but friendly men and women,
than paying 5-10 times more to be isolated from the riff-raff. One small
complaint: the beds were mostly those damned metal spring things that sag in
the middle – I'd rather sleep on a board or the floor, in fact we put the
mattresses on the floor in Rome rather than endure the discomfort.
I learnt a new sport. It's practised by international business travellers and
backpackers alike: "international name-dropping". This is where you have a
conversation and get "points" for throwing in the names of as many unusual and
impressive destinations as possible in a seamless and natural way. The winner
is the one who impresses his opponent so much that they admit defeat by saying
something like: "Gosh, my travels seem so insignificant compared to yours." I
found out I was quite good at this and proved a worthy adversary, even to
new-age, English academics who seem to spend 6-months of the year travelling.
Tough to beat people with that kind of advantage. Michele Bousquet would
probably be a major player <g>.
Favourite city: Barcelona. It's reasonably good value (though not as good as
1980), vibrant and safe street-life at night, architecturally astounding with
it's modernist and gothic buildings (Gaudi's work is mind-blowing), good food
with a variety of paella's (rice dishes) and bocadillo's (french bread
sandwiches – thanks for the tip, Ana) even for a vegetarian. Runner-up: Rome.
An interesting historical building or monument around every corner,
most-likable and funny people.
Least favourite city: Amsterdam (permissiveness gone amuck – massive drug and
prostitution cultures). My wife hated it and insisted on leaving after just one
night – possibly something to do with stumbling in on a gay-orgy in our
youth-hostel dormitory room. But being frequently and legally offered heroine
and 20 varieties of hashish may have soured things too. We had some good
moments, though, and I probably would have liked it a lot more 10 years ago. I
think we stayed in the wrong part of town <g>.
Runner-up: Paris. Exhorbitant prices, but otherwise quite interesting.
Favourite mountains: Swiss alps. Switzerland is rumoured to be very expensive
but we did OK by staying in a great, inexpensive youth hostel in Interlaken and
walking everywhere else. We hiked up from Lauterbrunnen to the North Face of
the Eiger and it's glacier, then down to Grindelwald. Approximately a 15-20
mile hike with 6000 feet ascent and descent – smokers should take the train
<g>.
Best of vacation: Corfu, Greece. This is a great island for package tourists
and backpackers alike, although we tried to avoid the former. September was a
good time, since July and August supposed to be insane with moped and scooter
noise driving you to distraction. The sea on the west coast is warm and very
clear and is widely considered to have the most beautiful beaches in the Med –
I won't disagree. I noticed a lack of large numbers of fish and wildlife – I
think the Corfiots (locals) have caught/shot and eaten most of them. The prices
are good value and probably the second best in the Med, after Turkey, except
that car, motorcycle, and boat rental was more than America (although OK for
the Med area). We stayed in double rooms: one was really nice with own bathroom
and shared kitchen for about $12, one was less good but made up with an
elevated, panoramic view of east and west coasts; and it was in a real
greek-village (Pelekas), with real people – it cost a mere $9 per night (shared
bathroom, no kitchen facilities).
I hope I haven't waffled too much, but remember, this is after all the Take 5
section.
Martin