Sunday, October 24, 2010
A New Adventure Begins
Thursday, October 14, 2010
June 8th
- There are very good fares available.
- These very good fares end June 8th (for departures). Depart after that date and you will pay 25-35% more, which is a deal killer for us.
- These fares are good for departures from Los Angeles, not from Minneapolis
- June 8th; Fly LA to Auckland, NZ (on the northern part of the northern island), recover from jet lag and see a bit of NZ's largest city.
- June 12th; Fly to Christchurch, NZ (midway down the southern island) and rent a car. Spend 12 days meandering about 1000 miles back north toward Auckland.
- June 24th; Fly from Auckland to Sydney & spend 5 nights there.
- June 29th; Fly from Sydney to tropical Cairns on the far north coast, near the Great Barrier Reef. Rent a car & stay for a week in a cottage rental there, then drive south to the Whitsunday Islands area and spend a week in a cottage rental there, then drive south to Brisbane.
- July 15th; return the car & fly to LA from Brisbane.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Down Under
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Roman Holiday
Friday, October 1, 2010
Celtic Celebration
Thursday, September 23, 2010
The Forgotten Continent
Friday, September 10, 2010
Undecided and confused...
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
What's Next?
Monday, July 26, 2010
A Look Back, part 3
Sunday, July 25, 2010
A Look Back, part 2
Saturday, July 24, 2010
A Look Back, part 1
Friday, July 23, 2010
Just The Bill, Please...
Before we get down to serious business, let me comment on the curious European restaurant tradition of making the customer practically beg for the bill. Oh, if you ask for it directly, it will arrive soon enough. But you have to ask. And that requires that you first find your server and catch their attention at a rare moment when they are not busy. If you don't ask for it, it may never arrive. The situation seems to stem from the way they approach dining out - as an event more than a meal meant to fill an empty stomach. So the event could last hours. That's fine for the locals who have no sightseeing goals. But when a family of five needs to follow some kind of timeline in order to see some sights, a three-hour meal is not an option. So we have to ask for the bill. We need to move on, and so do the faithful blog readers. Here is the bill;
Thursday, July 22, 2010
We're Home!
We’re home.
Our last day was a fairly ordinary travel day. We lingered in our hotel room until we were required to check out (10:30) because then we would have to deal with our baggage and doing anything while lugging the bags around would be too much. All we could manage was to gather at the plaza one last time for the glockenspiel show at 11:00. While we were there, I noticed the dragon sculpture I had not noticed before (middle photo) on the side of the city hall. These little charming surprises were all over central Munich. Then we headed for the U-Bahn and the airport. The airport is a surprising distance from the city. There must have been ten miles of farm fields before we reached airport – a very modern, clean, sprawling, and efficient facility (bottom photo).
Our IcelandAir flight left on time and our transfer of planes in Iceland went as planned. It is very odd to be so familiar with the little Keflavik airport. This was our sixth transfer there in three years. We know where the cool wooden Viking ship model is, where the bathrooms are, and where to get the best view of the unusual and bleak scenery surrounding it. We only fly IcelandAir because it happens to serve our local airport and because they tend to cost about 10% less than the major carriers if you buy early. But they also are a very efficiently run little airline and we have never had a single delay or glitch in any of our flights. We even recognize some of the flight attendants!
Coming home from a long trip is such an odd feeling those first few hours. There is a certain joy and relief at being around everything familiar. But you are also severely jet-lagged. We came home at about 6:30 local time, but in our heads it was 1:30 in the morning. Of course we didn’t sleep at all – partly because it is never dark on the plane ride back and partly because of the excitement to be home.
Then we had to deal with the immediate need of getting something to eat. We had nothing but munchies for the last 14 hours and we had almost nothing in the house. Meanwhile, everyone was doing their bit of unpacking, starting the laundry and trying to reunite with our neurotic cat, Simba, while also trying not to freak him out. Just when he was starting to accept his new life with the quiet house-sitter, suddenly the loud family of five returns! While we did all of this we also tried to avoid being noticed by our neighbors. As much as we like them and love talking about travel, the last thing we wanted to get into under the circumstances, was any “So how was your trip?!?” conversations. What do you say, beyond “fine” or “great” when you are exhausted and just want to get your life back to normal as quickly as possible?
Tomorrow will be the day to collect the mail from the post office and start making phone calls to people and letting ourselves be seen outside. Tomorrow I will also do a blog entry talking about how the costs of the trip worked out…
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
English Garden
This was our last day of our summer adventure, 2010. Tomorrow we have a full day spent getting home, so that day doesn’t really count. Once we are home, I will do a few more blog entries with some reflection on what went well and what didn’t, what the final cost tally was and how that compared with other trips we have taken. It’s always good to reflect on what you might have done differently if you had known then what you know now. It’s good to do that right away, while the memories are still fresh, but it’s also good to consider that question after some time has passed, and the mental toll the trip has taken has faded.
Today we wanted to keep things open and casual. So we slept in a little, had a huge breakfast, and walked to a bike rental shop we had a brochure for. Then we biked to the “English Gardens” – Europe’s largest city park. It truly is huge, and the edge is located just a few blocks from the city center. We biked there for two hours (with just a couple of short breaks) and hardly saw a single building. It was just trees, streams (top photo) and meadows for as far as the eye could see. There were plenty of people there, but in a park that size, even thousands hardly seem like a crowd at all.
Apparently the Germans are rather fond of the “natural” lifestyle and enjoy being unclothed outdoors. The guidebooks warned of naked locals sunning themselves in the park and sure enough, there were a few. We even ran across a small heard of sheep (middle photo) and stopped for a break at the Chinese Tower restaurant area (bottom).
After returning our bikes, we were a little tired and hot, so we went back to our hotel to rest a little before going out again in time to see the Glockenspiel chime and find some food. One final stroll around Munich was all we had time for before coming back to do a final packing of our stuff, including finding ways to pack the childrens’ souvenirs so they would be safe. At least our little one-quart baggies of liquids will be a lot lighter on the way home!
I think we all miss home a little. Five weeks is a long time to be away. We used to think three weeks was an exceptionally long trip. But none of us has suffered from much homesickness either. The children spent very little time pining for the conveniences and familiar things of home. They new this was a grand adventure and that they should be getting as much out of it as they could. We will all be happy to see home again – our cat, friends and relatives, familiar food and creature comforts. But we will also be sad to see the adventure end…
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Our Last Location
(I am sitting here at 10PM in front of a giant Apple store in the center of Munich - the only place I am aware of in town with a free wifi connection, and it's blazingly fast, too. Bless you, Apple)
The little rural Czech town of Cesky Krumlov has a train station with service that ultimately leads to cities in every direction. Oddly, though, the station is a 30-minute walk from the town center. Also, the service requires you to begin by taking local trains that travel slowly and stop at every nearby town. The end result of all this is that most people avoid taking the train to or from there. So many area hotels and local entrepreneurs have started up shuttle bus businesses that will drive people to the major cities within a few hours drive or the 90-minute drive to Linz, Austria where you can catch a fast train to just about anywhere. That is what we did.
Our Czech shuttle-bus driver was having a bad morning. He actually called our hostel where he was supposed to pick us up at the front door, to tell us he would be two hours late. When we told him we would miss our train if he was, he grumbled and said he would be there shortly. He was, but he was clearly unhappy about it. A while later he calmed down enough to tell us what his troubles were and the ride became more pleasant. In short, a combination of vehicle troubles and mis-schedules had made him want to make one less road trip that day, but he did it anyway when he found out our timing was critical.
After about an hour we crossed the border into Austria. We saw the now-defunct border crossing stations and our driver joked that the roads were already better, the houses larger and “we sometimes say even the weather is nicer” when you cross the border. He had a point. The Czech Republic (as well as the other formerly-Communist-controlled countries) have done remarkably well in just 20 years of freedom, but you don’t have to look hard to find rough areas. It was immediately clear after crossing the border into Austria that there was more money to spend on personal property and public infrastructure.
Our train trip from Linz to Munich was very pleasant (on an amazingly smooth and quiet modern train) and we arrived by 3PM, found our hotel quickly, and checked in. I then asked the family “Do you want to rest here for a while, or do you want to go out and have a look around”? The answer was a pretty emphatic “Rest”. You can tell we are near the end of our trip and the tolerance level for the typical sights is wearing thin. Almost everyone napped and we didn’t get out until 6PM. Not much accomplished today except changing locations and getting some rest, but that’s okay at this point. The top photo is of the children playing games at the communal table in our funky hostel in Cesky Krumlov. The bottom photo is of the town hall in Munich with it's famous glockenspiel in the center.
Tomorrow we have our only full day in Munich and I think it’s going to be another warm one. We may keep things pretty low key then, too. We didn’t plan anything, knowing that we would want the flexibility to do only whatever we had the energy for. We’ll see what happens…
Monday, July 19, 2010
Cesky Krumlov
Cesky Krumlov is a delightful little town in the southern Czech area called “Bohemia”. But before I say anything else, I have to admit that it is a very touristy town. Since I complained about Prague’s character in my previous entries, I can’t very well let little Cesky Krumlov off the hook completely. The old town center here is 100% tourist zone, too. With lodgings, restaurants and shops filling every building. But here the effect is a little different. First of all, you don’t have to look far to find where the locals live – it’s just a few blocks away, up the hill in the c.1970’s apartment buildings. Secondly, you have to consider what the alternative would be if there were no tourism here. Likely the town would have faded to almost nothing years ago. Also, there is no “crush” of tourists here. The number of tourists is a manageable amount. There are no traffic jams of bodies on the narrow streets like Prague. Here, you still feel like you are in a place that is a little bit off the beaten track. So, all things considered, the buzz of tourists here is not bothersome.
And it doesn’t hurt that the town is as charming as can be – but charming in a way that is natural and real, not prettied-up by a “what will make the tourists happy” city council design committee. The look of the buildings and streets is delightfully quirky.
We spent the morning at the castle. Even though the interior was closed because it was a “blue” Monday (common all over Europe – if a place is closed one day a week, it is often Monday), the courtyards and grounds were open. Although not lavish, they were pleasant and interesting. In the back of the castle gardens was an outdoor theatre set with a strangely modern and circular stadium-seating set-up. Looking more closely, we figured out why – the seating is designed to rotate (like those rotating restaurants on top of tall buildings) so that instead of changing scenes on a stage, the scenery literally changes as the audience rotates. In one place, there is a building that can function as a set interior. In another, a clearing in the woods. In another, an outdoor set.
After a light lunch at our hostel, we set out to do the main activity of our visit here – canoeing down the Vltava River. Rafting, would be a more accurate description, since we all fit together in an inflatable raft, but you get the idea. The day started out quite cloudy and chilly, but by the time we set off for our 3-hour tour (think Gilligan’s Island theme song here) the weather was perfect. The river was calm enough that we didn’t have to worry about safety too much, but swift enough – even with some mild “rapids” and lots of curves – to be interesting. The children had a blast and we returned pretty tired from rowing and exposure to the sun and fresh air. It was good to get out and see the countryside. There were times when we didn’t see another soul or sign of humans anywhere. We even saw a deer in the woods.
I should say a few words about our accommodations. The Krumlov House Hostel is one of those small, independent hostels like the one we stayed in in Krakow; that is, simply a small-business venture. You buy a big apartment (like in Krakow) or a house (like here) and turn the bedrooms into hostel rooms and the kitchen, dining & living rooms into common rooms. Put a receptionist near the front door and you have yourself a private hostel. The prices are very reasonable and the atmosphere is charmingly homey. In Krakow, however, at least your room was completely private, with a lock and key. Here, the Krumlov house is run a little like a hippie commune. There are no interior locks and everything is so casual that it verges on shabby. It is alright for a couple of nights, But if I had it to do over again, I would choose a different place.
After a hearty traditional Czech dinner, we walked up to a hill behind our hostel to take in the sunset over the town with the rolling hills in the background. It was a short stay, but a worthwhile one. Tomorrow we move on to our final location...
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Rain, Gardens and Krumlov
Finally the weather broke - in a big way. It rained last night and much of the morning, but gently. The temperature dropped about 30 degrees, though. We actually wore pants today. Despite the rain, we had a great day. The first half was spent in Prague and the last half in the southern Czech town of Cesky Krumlov.