Headed out of Heathrow today, 6:00 am out of bed and off to Munich where we had a good tour of Hitler’s part of the country. All the more interesting because yesterday we had checked out Churchill’s bunkers in London. Thoroughly enjoyed running round the city on the blue on-off busses. Visited the markets where we bought some nice fresh food (including some nice gorgonzola cheese) for dinner after booking back in at the airport. Caught the evening plane to Singapore, Sydney & finally on to Canberra.
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Paris & Sacré-Coeur Basilica
After watching the news and finding that there was an accident on the road in to Paris, we held off our departure time to go and see the Sacré-Coeur.
We drove towards the Arc de Triomphe and of course, this particular roundabout has 5 lanes but there are no line markings at all – cars come at it from all directions and just push their way across the intersection – no wonder insurance companies will not cover any accidents that occur on it. An exhilerating experience but surprised we got through in one piece.
After parking the car under the building where the Mirage Jet is parked in the front yard within the centre of Paris we headed off and had a coffee. Julien had decided that carting our cases with us all day would be a good idea so there was to be a challenging walk with luggage up the hill to the Sacré Coeure
As I was taking photos I realised that this spot was the final scene for the film ‘Rendezvous’ which was filmed in 1976 and followed a car racing across Paris early one morning and the driver meeting his girlfriend at the top of the stairs.
Wondered off for a nice lunch and just inches away from the pass through traffic before wandering around the corner to have a look at Place de Tertre where the local artists hang out and ply their trade. Some most interesting paintings and what a variety of styles.
After coffee and sad farewells to all our French friends at Paris Norde station caught the Eurostar to London, St Pancras which ran the track at close to 300kms per hour and it only took about 2½ hours to arrive at London St Pancras. Waited for less than an hour before getting on the train through to Leeds where we were met by Jill and Andrew who took us to their home which would be a luxurious base from where we could go out each day to connect with the local area.
Went to Mini France for the day – just fascinating. Silvie, Pierre, Mathilde & Julien had also not been here previously so it was extra special for them also. This village is just like Cockington Green in Canberra, only bigger (some 116 model replicas) – enjoyed hot dogs for lunch and were able to take our photos as if we were in a helicopter – see the ‘photos taken from the helicopter’ in the photo blog section for photos.
Yvette (Sylvie’s Sister) and Alex joined us for dinner – it was Yvette’s 65th – what a wonderful dinner yet again and a lot of fun as the birthday cake slipped down Silvie’s arm as she was taking it to the table. Pierre did his party trick and rescued it before it had to be eaten 🙂 😉
Château de Chambord at Chambord, Loir-et-Cher
Up early and into a lovely big people mover with Julien behind the wheel. Lots of rain as we drove along the freeway but the skies cleared as we arrived at The Château de Chambord: What a great place it was. We started with a blacksmith demonstration and a smithy who was just brilliant at ramping up the crowds – very well done before going in to see the show horses with demonstrations of jousts, coronations and acrobats on the beautiful show horses. A lovely lunch followed and then we went for a horse drawn carriage ride for an hour through the woods and the forest, seeing a wild boar and deer. Im enjoyed his afternoon siesta during the ride.
We then went into the château created by Francis I in 1519 when he was 25 years old. The château was set up as a hunting lodge but Francis died before its completion and what we see today was put in place by his son and grandson (Henry II & Louis XIV). The château had a coach room, chapel, the King’s chambers, State apartment and the Queen’s apartment and a double-spiral staircase in the centre which wind independently of one another, all in an estate of 5540 acres – the same area as inner Paris.
Left our B&B in Bray after a pleasant night with internet access provided and all email etc. was up to date by the time we had gone to bed last night. Arrived in Roscrea and continued down the N62 but nothing looked familiar from 5 years back – road was too wide and well kept. Eventually we found a farmer and asked for Jean Talbot’s location. After a blank look I asked for Anthony Whitten. “Is he Frank Whitten’s brother?”, Yes – oh, that’s easy so we went back in to town and turned left at the lights and out the Limmerick Road, finding the turnoff to ‘Fancroft’ at the 3Km mark. We continued on for another 2Km and turned left at the pub then recognised Jean’s house and driveway from a photo supplied by Mary & Wes Whitten some 3 years ago.
We knocked on the door, and there was Jean with her brother Joe behind her (I had met Joe 3 years ago in Dublin). We had a nice cuppa and chatted for a while before being shown our room and getting our luggage in from the car. Sat down to a beautiful home cooked farm dinner before retiring to the loungeroom and Jean’s son David came in for a late lunch. Daughter Heather and her boy David came in for high tea which was served about 6pm but proceeded by a walk with David around the local streets looking at the cows etc.
On Saturday evening we had Ned, Florrie and son Lester , along with Frank’s wife and son, Evelyn and William and we all chatted along with Anthony
On Sunday after we had been to the Aghancon Irish Church and seen the most haunted house in Ireland we returned with Henry because Joe needed a quick lunch to catch the 2:30 bus back to Dublin. Went of to the Dungar Cemetary at Roscrea and returned via Billy’s where we spent a pleasant hour before returnng for tea with Henry, Heather and her David. Ned and Betty also joined us for supper.
Left jeans about 10am bound for Newbridge Silverware Factory & Dublin to see the Book of Kells in Dublin. Spent extra time at Newbridge because it was so fascinating what can be made using silver and then we enjoyed lunch using their silverware. Headed off to the Book of Kells and landed in the middle of Dublin before reslising that we just did not have enough time available to do the visit justice. Decided to head for the airport by fllowing the aeroplane signs and I think we went down every street and over many bridges because they all seemed to have one. We eventually succeeded but had to go right round the airport to fill up with fuel and then return the vehicle.
Caught the plane to Paris CDG where Julien & Mathilde collected us as promised. They had been driving for 7-8 hours to be able to get to Paris from Grenoble. Went home and finally met Syvlie and Pierre after numerous meetings via Skype over the last few months. Had a lovely dinner of Soup Feuilleteé (which was made up of Lotte fish – , wild duck with a follow up of a cheese board and some nice wine. We realised that it was 01:15 and very quickly had showers (Jen used the broken toilet which I guess is better than me breaking beds) and headed off to bed. Tomorrow looks like it will be a big and exciting day.
Heathrow to Haywards Heath
Denmark – 17-24 September
After getting a taxi at 6:30 we jumped on a train from Junkerath and headed off to Köln before transferring to the train to Hamburg. It was delayed due to ‘malfunction’ and could not reach top speed. Because of this we were 40 minutes late with our connection to Denmark and hence missed the ICE train. We arrived at Odense about 2 hours late and were greeted by Vivienne on the platform whilst Eskil was at home preparing a traditional Danish dinner.
Back to the town centre on Saturday we explored an old style hardware store where there were many knick-knacks no longer found in the stores of today replacing our special string and leather belt hole puncher. Went off to the fruit & veg market and found some flat white peaches. The taste was better than expected and they looked so different.
Danish Railway Museum – experienced the 3rd class carriages for the poor through to the rich and Royal Family plus the big locomotives and the rail fixing & inspector/superviser vehicles. Saw the ferries that transported the trains acoss the Danish islands prior to the long bridges and under sea tunnels being built.
Went off to the Fjord&Baelt porpoise & seal research centre – a wonderfully presented exhibition and education on what is being researched and walking through the underground tunnel and watching the sea life. Watched the training of fur seals and porpoise and learnt about the salt waters of the great belt that divides the Salty North Sea and the less salty Baltic Sea. The great belt runs down through the Danish Islands. Research is even being completed on the influence that the oversea bridges between the islands has on the sea currents of the great belt. Research is also being attended on the sonar ability of the porpoises to avoid being trapped in the fishing nets by attaching noise machines to the nets.
Up early and went on the train to Copenargen travelling 1st class. Included was breakfast and free internet access. We walked down the main shopping Mall after passing the picturesque town hall and square, buying danish quiches for lunch. We sat in Kings Park for lunch basking in the 20° sunny day. We walked to Rosenborg Palace enjoying the well kept grounds and exploring the history of the kings and queens inside. The furniture and displays were all authentic and interesting especially some of the tapestries on the walls.
We walked back to the city centre through the Boatannical Gardens and park. As we were weary we hopped on the city sightseeing bus and did a round of the city, most interesting. Even found that the little mermaid was missing as she is visiting China for the world trade show.
During our stop for Danish pastries and coffee we decided to surprize Jean and check out her new appartment. We walked for ½ hour and found her new home. After the grande tour we all went out for dinner together and then back to the railway for our 1st class rail trip home to Odense.
Headed off to Kværndrup Station and then walked the 3 kms to Egeskov Castle (supported by oaks piles) and it is said that the castle got its name because the entire oak wood was used to provide all the piles under the castle. The water level is consistently monitored so it does not get too low and let air get to the piles which would cause the castle to sink. The moat goes right up to the castle walls and the castle consists of 2 longhouses joined by a metre thick double wall which among other things, includes a staircase by which the user could move unseen between the cellar and the 1st floor. The castle of today was created in 1554 following the “Count’s Feud” whereby the local peasants attacked many manor houses and this one was updated to make attacks difficult. The castle was opend to the public by a Count Claus Ahlefeldt-Laurvig-Bille (what a great name).
Spent the day checking out Egeskov Castle, the vintage cars and motor bikes, a couples of mazes (one dating back to 1730), the fairy dolls house (Titania’s Palace – and is on loan from Lego Land) which took 15 years to build, museum of horse drawn vehicles and kids playground areas and tree walking bridge.
On our way to Haywards Heath, just south of London
Boris und der Hund
GERMANY / DEUTSCHLAND September 2010
When Boris arrived on the scene in Muenchen, he decided to mingle with the locals, basically to get the low-down on where to buy cheap bier.
He bought an Isor card and proceeded to use the U-Bahn on a regular basis.
On one morning he sat in the seat reserved for invalids and pensioners. He noticed an elderly lady sitting next to him, and he was overcome by the strong smell of geschissen. It was powerfully strong. It had that large German smell to it.
He wanted to tell the elderly lady about her problem, but he was stopped by the language barrier. How could he tell the lady that she had a strong smell of the hund geschissen? He had to settle for sticking a finger up his nose and to pretend he was smelling some roses.
As he left the train at the U-Bahn station, Muenchener Freiheit, he believed the smell was following him. It was also there he noticed the price for tickets on the U-Bahn (sometimes it amazes all how his small mind works). It seems that the German public transport system charges the same price for a dog as it does for a child. Of course one notices that a dog receive more attention than a child.
He continued to walk on the streets. Everywhere he noticed evidence of the presence of der hund. On the pathways, where owners were not public spirited, there were samples of geschissen. Also on display and provided for convenience there were dispensers containing bags for the capture and transport of the hund geschissen. The smell persisted to follow him.
He began to think the old lady was following him too. However, when he looked about, she was nowhere to be seen. But the smell was persistent and powerful.
Finally he returned to his hotel, just across the road from the cemetery – der friedhofsbedarf – he entered his room, removed his shoes and found the evidence on the sole – der hund geschissen.
Dumm gelaufen (yes – schisse happens)
Ian & Luba left mid morning for Koblenz and a look at the Rhine River before heading to Frankfurt tomorrow evening. They found some castles hard to find so messaged us when they arrived in Frankfurt tonight. We are just having a quiet day walking around the village, drinking tea & coffee before heading into the bush (and getting wet).
Include photo Stadtkyll Village
Luxembourg & Vianden
This morning we went down into the Vallée de la Petrusse and experienced a very different part of the city. Certainly not cosmopolitan as the main city centre is. Contained all the fortifications that were required to protect the city in centuries gone by. Many old stone walls and parapets where the city could be protected from invaders. On the way home we visited two Chateau’s the first being the ruins of Beaufort Castle with an interesting dungeon and torture chamber and equipment, the well inside the main castle (plus some nice sheep outside keeping the grass short). The 2nd was Vianden Castle which gradually went in to ruin as various parts were sold off. It was passed to the State by the Royal Family in 1977 and is now being restored. It is used for formal events and concerts at various times during the year. Most interesting.
Trier & Luxembourg
Headed off to Trier, the oldest city in Germany and went on a city walk, enjoying morning tea in front of the Porta Nigra (Roman Gate), Karl Marx’s Haus where he was born and leaned much about his interesting life. Bought peaches in the Hauptmarkt and walked across the Roman Bridge over the Mosel River. Travelled on to Luzembourg where we had a late lunch in the french restaurant and walked the city until dark visiting Notre Dame Cathedral (1613-1618) built by the Jesuits and building churches is not what they are noted for, Ville Base Vallery on the river Alzette, intersting numbers of fountains. We spent a very interesting hour in the house where Karl Marx was born – it is now a museum telling the story of his life and the effect on Lenin, Trotsky etc. and the time he spent in near poverty in London. This city appears to be made up of old stone buildings and very new glass buildings mixed together. Did not notice any buildings from the baby boomers era – maybe with the EU being based in Luxembourg, has provided a boost for the city. Spent the night in Bella Napoli hotel down near the railway station.
Went out for a 200km round trip to Aachen which is just over the Belgium border – just some 90 kms away.
Started off with a morning coffee in Champagne (no not the French Champaigne) – coffee was made by pouring hot water into a container which had a coffee bag or granules in the base of a ‘plastic cup top’ which sat on top of the cup. By the time the coffee arrived at the table, the water had dripilated through the coffee and was ready for consumption. Nine people who had arrived in the pub, probably after church, many smokers and they were there to play alley bowls in the back room – they all spoke what seemed like a version of French. Walked around Aachen but as it was Sunday, eveything appeared to be closed, so we travelled back through National Park and visited Einruhr (a beautiful little village on a lake where we had afternoon soup.
Stadtkyll doing very little
Worms – Oldest town in Germany -> Stadtkyll
Worms – the oldest town in Europe (1000AD) and one where the Jewish community has been all but wiped out (1933-1938) in the leadup to World War II and yet the cemetery was left intact and the Synagogue has now been rebuillt and also visited the museum where there was a large collection of headstones taken from the local area for preservation. They are about to have Dragon Day celebrations.
We then took a round a bout way to Stadtkyll where we would be spending the next week. A cottage in the middle of the bush high up the hill. Arrived just on close-up time but were lucky enough to find the restaurant was prepared to stay open for us providing we had pizza for dinner. Funny that we had had pizza in Worms for lunch and had decided that we were all pizza’d out for the next 3-4 months. Having said that, it was delightful, but we were hungry.
Saskia joined us for brunch and gave us a wonderful tour of Regensburg – quite an exciting town and this is the area from where the current Pope came. Churches were spectacular with gold brocade etc just about everywhere. Visited the salt storage and the old Roman Bridge over the river Danube (very fast flowing and no water shortages). The taller the towers in this town, the richer were the merchants.
Mad Ludwig’s Castle -> Regensburg
Headed off mid morning to see Mad Ludwig’s castle (Neuschwanstein)
and the castle of his father. The difference was quite incredible – the father who was content is his castle (Hohenschwangau)
and Mad Ludwig who lived in a world of fairies.
His castle followed these lines – was rather dark inside with the paintings that were painted all over the ceilings and walls. The outside was bright and encouraging. He was mad and his older brother was declared insane as a 24 year old – quite sad for their mother but I guess this is what happens with in-breeding. Finally left Fusen for Regensburg where we had potato soup with Saskia, Jochen & Niklas before heading off to the hotel in town.
Oberammagau with Ian & Luba
Caught the late morning bus into Oberammagau where we had the chance to have a look raound this rather quaint village, dressed up to create the best atmosphere for all visitors attending the play. Many houses are painted with various scenes and gardens just immaculate.
Lots of people but no-one seemed to be pushy – rather tranquil atmosphere. Went off to lunch in our alloted seat at the hotel and then had to be seated at the play by 14:30. Rather a tight fit but not uncomfortable.
The play was magnificent but I think we were thankful to have the words in a booklet in front of us so we could identify the players – many of whose names are not generally used. Went off again to walk the town and have dinner until the 2nd half started at 20:00. Much more exciting in the 2nd half as things started to heat up in the lead up to the crucifixion scenes. All was over just before 23:00 and we went out to look for the bus – did rather well by walking to the other end of the village before realising we were meant to be elsewhere. The bus dropped us back to the Hotel in Garmisch-Partenkirchen where we slept quite soundly.
Report From Garmisch-Partenkirchen
Viktor has duty to report on recent activities of that fool, Boris. Viktor is sitting in nice hotel in Garmisch-Partenkirchen. Viktor has finally made contact with Hobson, who was seen arriving at bahnhof in Garmisch-Partenkirchen. Note to Hobson: be more discreet with whom you associate – it could have been Boris waiting at bahnhof. It was most fortunate that Boris was lost driving around Garmisch-Partenkirchen.
Viktor and Hobson had good sense to stop at Rathaus and ask directions.
After arrival at correct and nice hotel, Viktor and Hobson were associating with beautiful frauleinen. It was delightful to spend afternoon beside lake, Riessersee.
Hobson desided it was necessary to go to the village. Viktor had acquired BMW (ask no questions!) in Muenchen. All went in BMW from delightful hotel to village. Being trained at special school, all noticed small wooden sheds in fields. Further enquiries will be made, but it is assumed that buildings are barns.
In village purchases were made. One fraulien bought swimming suit and other went to apothek. Hobson bought SIM for internet connection. All were happy with purchases and returned to delightful hotel.
Viktor and Hobson met delightful frauleinen in delightful hotel for dinner. The Norwegian salmon was very good and accentuated with very crisp and sweet Weissburgunder wine. (It was noted Norwegian salmon is less salty than salmon purchased from Tasmania)
After dinner,frauleinen went to swimming pool while Hobson and Viktor conspired to change world order on next day.
Boris was seen in vicinity of second-rate American burger joint. It is his problem.
Zurich to Garmish-Partenkirchen
Back on the train (a Railjet which is allowed to go up the 160Km per hour maximum whilst in Switzerland)
and heading for Innsbruck,crossing the Rhine River into Litchenstein but unable to get a picture of Vaduz Castle because of the sun and crossed back into Austria and eventually
Garmesh-Partenkirchen via the Tirol on a slow local train.
where we were met by Ian & Luba. We al then spent the afternoon in the village and checking out the Zugspitze Mountain (the highest in Germany at 2962 metres).
Grenoble to Zurich
Got on the train following a wonderful 3 days with Mathilde and Julien and their family (including the cows being grown up)
and after having a nice lunch with ‘English’ Uncle Dennis & his family in Grenoble – and headed off to Zurich via Geneva after enjoying a lovely ’89 red.
Hauterives and Facteur Cheval
Went to the town of Hauterives where we had an absolutely delightful lunch with the Moulins
and then walked through the village to experience ‘Facteur Cheval’. Ferdinand Cheval (1836-1924) was a postman who built his dream ‘Le Palais Idéal’.
It is an amazing and imaginary castle which he built himself, stone by stone. He believed that there were geniuses in all levels of society and set out to prove it. He believed that will power could triumph over all manner of physical and mental difficulties, and also achieve a more perfect understanding of the nature of things and the nature itself. From the first to the last stone took some 93,000 hours. He included images of most things that existed in his lifetime – Adam, Eve, the 2 main religions in the world, serpents, animals, the tree of life etc. No plan existed but he built each section as he dreamed it and it all came together in the end. He passed away and joined the Eastern and Western fairies. His tomb at the village cemetery is simular to his palace and took just 8 years to build.
Dachau – never again!
DACHAU, 4 September 2010.
There is a memorial within the site that says: NEVER AGAIN.
Neither Viktor nor Boris nor Hobson went to Dachau. This story is too important to be taken lightly.
When I arrived in Munich we had flown over forests, fields and villages. The scenery was remarkably green. It was in stark contrast to walk through the main gate of the Jurhaus in Dachau. This barren scene was a mixture of white and grey. It was a dirty white. Also the sky was a severe grey, mostly because it had been raining all morning, but also it was highlighted by our sombre mood.
No one goes to Dachau out of delight. I went to learn. A few went to remember. Many had gone in a state of terror.
Every smile was out of understanding a shared acknowledgement of the terrible history. Every word was spoken in hushed tones. Every action was a free movement to search for reasons. For twelve years no one had gone to Dachau out of free will.
When entering the gates during that time, the prisoners were confronted with the irony of the sign, “Arbeit Macht Frei – Work makes you free” None were free to enter and none could leave. They were compelled to make the journey, and at the gate surrendered their freedom, their dignity and their identity.
From that point, all had to work or die.
Now, just beyond the gate is a wall that marks the edge of the parade ground. On the wall is a message written in French, English, German and Russian: “May the example of those who were exterminated here between 1933 – 1945 because they resisted Nazism help to unite the living for the defence of peace and freedom and in respect of their fellow men.”
This wall marked a continuation of the terror. Beyond the wall were the existing inmates, spearated from the new by a measurable distance, but united with them in an uncertain and immeasurable future.
The construction of the entry route was designed to instill further terror. When prisoners were herded from the train, they shuffled through the gate and into the maintenance building. The route had several turns to ensure no one could see ahead, and it added to personal confusion and an overwhelming sense of fear.
In the administration hall the prisoners shuffled forward to tables where they were processed. The clerks seated at the tables were prisoners too. The line of tables disproportionately divided the hall with one-third of the area allocated to prisoners and two-thirds behind the tables occupied by a few SS overseers. On the opposite wall was a sign with 30 cm high letters: Rauchen verboten (Smoking forbidden). It was in this room the prisoners were stripped of all clothes and possessions. It was a cruel irony to tell they could not smoke, as all possessions had been taken.
Now the building is a museum, called the documentation centre. On this day we walked slowly through the displays marking the history of this place, from establishment to liberation. I remember seeing a mix of posters depicting the many nationalities and beliefs of prisoners.
The population had included more then Jews. There were Gypsies, French, Italians, Czechs, English and Russians. Other groups included communists, trade union officials, priests and bishops, and any opponent of the Nazi regime.
On a poster there was the story of a Ukrainian soldier who had been captured. He had been sent to Dachau for escaping. The information on the poster showed his date of birth. There was no indication of his release or demise. Had he survived Dachau, he also faced a cruel fate upon his return to the Soviet Union.
Outside we went to the cell block. This building contained 92 cells. Some were large, and set aside for special prisoners, such as Georg Esler, who had attempted to assassinate Hitler in a Munich beer hall. He had three cells. Some clergy had two cells each, however, most had one. Another form of cruelty was presented as standing cells, where a single cell was divided into six, allowing the inmate to stand only.
From the cell block we waled to the crematorium, an area screened from the general prison population, and known as Barrack X. The complex contained several ovens and a gas chamber (labelled as a bathroom).
Records and evidence show that the gas chambers was not used extensively. The SS had other means. Some prisoners were hanged in front of the ovens. Others were shot on a firing range, in front of a blood drain and beside the cinder pile from the ovens. Again the process was designed to maximize terror.
When we left the site, everyone was subdued, but as we drew closer to Munich the mood lifted.
I walked on Marienplatz and had a meal in a cafe. It was good to be free.
Bayern bier quality law
Boris was invited, after parting with a wad of euros (a form of cash used in Europe), to investigate the Bayern (Bavarian) Bier Quality Law.
This tale has an historical setting. The Reinheitsgebot (Purity Law) was enacted in Ingolstadt in Bayern on 23 April 1516 (two days before Anzac Day). Firstly Boris was relieved that the Purity Law related to the quality of beer, not the morals of frauleinen. Secondly he was enthralled to see that law only allows the recipe to include barley, hops and water, and not magic mushrooms and stinging nettles. However he was disappointed to learn the Germans had ignored the price stipulated as 2 pfennigs per masskrug (one litre beer glass popular at Oktoberfest).
At the appointed time of 15:30 Boris boarded the bus opposite the Hauptbahnhof and with 15 German citizens (Boris had to ask the commentary be done im Englisch).
The route went via the Nazi headquarters. Apart from beer halls this had little relevance other than it was enroute to the beer brewing district in Muenchen (just have to admire a city, which has a beer brewing district. Seems to have a cultural significance)
The bus passed many breweries, then cut past the Oktoberfest grounds, which were in the advanced stages of construction for the event this year. Finally it stopped at Paulaner Brewery.
Boris and his 15 German friends were introduced to the fraulein braumeister. She explained that very good bier is made from 60,000 year old glacial water drawn from a bore 240 metres under the factory – better than that muddy water in the Isor River. Also the hops are of very good quality, especially the noble hops used here.
Boris (and 15 Germans) followed the fraulein around the plant observing every aspect of bier making. Boris took numerous photos (we think he is learning how to be a spy, but he needs to learn the finer points. Do not be seen taking photos. Do not push people out of the way to take a photo. Do not upset 15 Germans; they do remember the war!)
Also it is a bit pointless being a spy in a brewery. After all it is no secret how they make bier. It has been in law since 2 days before Anzac Day in 1516. One should refer to many books on the subject, especially on how to make bier in the garage or shed with a plastic container from Bunnings and ingredients from the supermarket. It might be chemistry but it has been done by amateurs for thousands of years.
Finally the tour of the factory was over. Now was the time to sample the quality of the product. Boris took up the challenge.
No more need be said!
It is reported he left the factory at 18:25. His whereabouts remains unknown.
Went off to have a look at Grignan and Nyons where we explored the old town, climbed many steps, checked out the lavender distillery before returning to the farm at Claveyson
Bier Hall putsch continues
Boris has been left to his own devices in Muenchen. It seems Hobson slipped through Franz Josef Strauss airport and onto the train to Grenoble while the bumbling spy slept. Well done Hobson!
Boris rose early, sometime before midday. He decided to get some exercise, so he walked from his hotel (Ibis Nord Muenchen) on Ungererstrasse and headed for the city centre. It was at Muenchener Freiheit that he found a small cafe with many suspicious characters (actually local people, but he wouldn’t know the difference) sitting outside, drinking coffee and discussing important issues.
He went inside and ordered ein coffee und brot mit kase. He stumbled through German. 6.40 euros (his attempt at account keeping)
After that repast he continued on his trek along Leopoldstrasse and Ludwigstrasse. He observed many suspicious characters, without realising he was in the university district. He walked through the middle of Ludwig Maximilian University, founded in 1472 in someplace else, but moved to here in 1826 (note to burgermeister – some buildings need a coat of paint)
Eventually he reached the city centre and arrived in Marienplatz at midday to see a very large crowd outside the Rathaus. He thought he had found civil discontent (but they were there to watch the clock on the town hall – performance of mechanical figures after clock strikes noon – Rathaus mit Glockenspiel)
Without finding anyone to participate in a putsch, he went to the hauptbahnhof and got on a bus. He was amazed that it travelled around in circles (it was a sightseeing bus). Finally in a disoriented manner he got off the bus, late in the afternoon. His route took him along Elisenstrasse, Marburgstrasse, Herzog-Maxstrasse Neuhauserstrasse , Ettstrasse, Promenadeplatz (strange memorial to Michael Jackson here) and to Maximilianstrasse. He was diverted to the Hofbrauhaus-am-Platzl.
He believed his opportunity for a putsch had occurred. The place was fully of noisy drinkers. (Actually the original bier hall putsch came from the Burgerbraukeller, but it was demolished in 1979)
At the table he met Walter and Helga from Hannover. They claimed to be pensioners. Walter was compelled to retire at 60 years. They were visiting Muenchen in the autumn. After 3 litres of dark bier they could have told him anything.
Somehow he got back to his hotel.
Munich to Grenoble
Arrived Munich on time and had a very quick run through customs etc. And were able to get to Munich and be on the 1st train for Zurich and then Grenoble.
Coffee, tea and croissants were just €8.90 – seemed quite reasonable and negated having to carry hot water with us.
Fields are a beautiful green with snow on the alps, a far cry from back home. Cows seem smaller and are mushroom coloured.
We have travelled from Munich-Buchloe-Kempten-Landua where we swapped to a Swiss engine and continue on our way through Austria, traveling through Bregenz(AT)-St Gallen(CH)-Winterther and then Zurich.
Came across a Canadian couple trying to tell the guard they had gone directly from Munich to Zurich (“straight down” she said) and why did they have to pay €18 to go through the tip of Austria – just check the map – there is nearly no choice – suggested she look at the map or go with the flow.
We arrived at Grenoble and were met by Mathilde and Julien – wonderful to see them again even though they had only been home from Aus for 3 weeks. On our way to Claveyson we had a look at this mad guys house (he is about 60 years of age).
Arrived in Singapore
Left Canberra on a perfect spring day – hardly a cloud in the sky. A bit windy as we took off and also again in Sydney which had a temperature of about 18. Good smooth flight and we arrived here at 21:30 Canberra time. Have 20 minutes before boarding the flight to Munich and then we will catch the train which takes all day to reach Grenoble in southern France.