Octoberfest |
Monday, October 4, 2010
Europe 2010 - Days Twenty Four - Twenty Six - Octoberfest
Europe 2010 - Days Twenty One - Twenty Three - France
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Europe 2010 - Day Twenty - San Sebastian to Bordeaux
I was supposed to stay two nights in San Sebastian, but because some crazy French train drivers went on strike, it was cut short so that I could catch up with Marc and Mylene.
Europe 2010 - Day Nineteen - San Sebastian
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Europe 2010 - Days Eighteen - Bilbao
Bilbao |
Monday, September 20, 2010
Europe 2010 - Days Fifteen, Sixteen and Seventeen - Madrid
Bernard, Craig, Liz and I jumped on the high speed train from Seville to Madrid, opting to get to Madrid asap as opposed to hanging around and listening to the Cats game, like Bernard and I had done a week before in Lisbon. Turned out to be a good move.
I said it in a previous entry, and I’m feeling a rant coming on. Train travel is the absolute best, probably losing only to naval travel on a calm day when you’re not in a hurry. As you may tell, I’m a few days behind on the blog and I sit on a train to Bilbao as I type this. I rocked up to the train station 30 minutes before the train left, grabbed a ticket and I was on the train no dramas. I got 1st class for a few extra bob and I’m sitting very comfortably taking in the stunning Spanish landscape. No hassles checking in, boarding, listening to the safety announcements. If you’re hungary, get up grab a feed or a beer. Its just the best. As opposed to the six hour bus from Faro to Seville which sucked in every way imaginable. Australia needs to invest in rail infrastructure… The skeleton is there.
Anyhow, train travel absolutely rocks. We took the high speed from Seville to Madrid. It took just over two hours to cover over 500kms. When we arrived we got a cab to our hotel and got our bearings. The first thing we noticed about Madrid is the traffic. It is a nightmare. Cars go wherever they want, whenever they want and without indicating. We saw one guy try and merge lanes but was cut off by two drivers. What did old mate do? Sped up a bit, then forced his way in between the two cars that cut him off. It was nuts.
We went around town and had a look. To be honest, there isn’t much of a story to tell. Plaza De Mayor was cool, the city centre was bustling, especially at night. But Madrid has not won me over. The best part was hanging out with my brother, sister and brother in law. We had a great time eating the world’s best ham and chilling in a really cool bar.
Day two in Madrid, the lads went for a walk to Santiago Bernebau, the home of Real Madrid, while Liz went off and saw the Museo de Prado. The stadium was a fair hike, very unimpressive from the outside and very expensive to go and have a look. We cut our losses and took the metro back to town to meet up with Liz.
We had lunch near the Market and then we went and checked out a modern art exhibition, while Bernard went and read a book. The exhibition was awesome. Saw some of the world’s most famous artists, including Dali, Monet, Manet and of course, Picaso.
We spent our last night in Madrid just chilling and playing cards. It was a fun evening and a good way to spend some time with family before going our separate ways in the morning.
I would be taking the train to Bilbao as mentioned above. It was a six hour trip, but it went by really quickly. There was vista after vista, from rugged almost desert terrain, to slum towns, to castles and even wind farms. When we passed through the mountains and some of the more historic areas near Miranda, it was approaching dusk and the views got even better. I can’t describe how amazing it was. The only downside, the glare caused from the windows made taking photos nigh impossible. By 80 Euro ticket had paid for itself.
Madrid |
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Europe 2010 - Day Fourteen - Seville, No Do
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Europe 2010 - Day Twelve and Thirteen - Seville
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Europe 2010 - Day Ten and Eleven - Lagos
Had a fairly early start to catch a train from Lisbon to our beach side town of Lagos. I was fairly bummed to leave Lisbon to be honest. While I think I’d seen pretty much everything it had to offer, I really enjoyed my time here. The people were great, the sights are cool and it’s got a very laid back vibe. Still hard to argue with the prospect of a couple of days sitting on the beach.
The train ride was about 4 hours. We bought a first class ticket for 26 euros, six bucks more expensive than a plebs ticket. That’s really great value, we had charge points for computers etc and plenty of legroom.
It was a great train ride, a good way to take in the countryside – which is remarkably like Australia’s. Dry grass, scattered with trees and for the most part, pretty flat. I really like train travel and I reckon it’s a shame that Australia doesn’t have the infrastructure or networks to make it a viable form of transport.
Spent most of the time here bumming around on the beach. There were so many Aussies here it wasn't funny. We met a few nice groups, but most hostels are full with Aussies getting smashed each night, not really what I was looking for. You can do that stuff at Mooseheads.
All in all, I enjoyed my time here and the beaches were pretty good, but I'm happy to be moving on to Seville.
2010-09-15 |
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Europe 2010 - Day Nine - Sporting Lisbon
Editor’s note – Typos in the previous couple of entries can be attributed to the whacky Portuguese keyboards. Back on familiar turf with my PC.
Having slept in for the first time on the trip, I was feeling tip top. Bernard and I spent the morning wandering around the northern part of the inner city, where there were several parks to laze about in. One place even had a Lake Burly Griffin-esque water feature (which one bloke took his shirt off and waded through – no worries).
We had several hours to kill before heading to the Sporting Lisbon match, so we went to the pub to watch the EPL. Was great to watch football during the day, rather than half asleep at 2/3 am. We watched Everton fight back against Man Utd and Bernard insisted we watch Arsenal V Bolton. It was probably best we didn’t catch the Spurs game.
We quickly went back to the hostel – where I found out the Tigers had lost in a heart breaker… I was still very excited to be catching my first game of football in Europe.
We arrived at the Jose Avalade stadium, which was completely re done for the Euro 2004 Championships held in Portugal. It’s an awesome stadium, not many bad seats. We paid not much and got some of the best seats available (which is a trend in Portugal…Pay little, get heaps). The atmosphere was excellent, but sadly Sporting were not. They wasted several chances to take this game out, but just couldn’t. They were probably pretty lucky not to go down, as the Olanese had a perfectly good goal disallowed. The Portuguese have great talent on the ball, but their tactics and final delivery just isn’t as good. So many times they would break down the wings and then just faff about instead of crossing it all in. I guess that’s because most people in the country are so short. Bernard and I are giants amongst them. Anyhow, I loved my first footballing experience, despite the game being a bit ordinary.
2010-09-14 |
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Europe 2010 - Day Eight - Hangovers... and Sintra
Europe 2010 - Day Seven - Lisbon
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Europe 2010 - Day Six - Lisbon
First of all, a fact about Portugal. Beer is cheaper than water. Enough said.
Europe 2010 - Day Five - Marcus Wearing at the Berkeley
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Europe 2010 - Day Four - Gone to the Pub
Monday, September 6, 2010
Europe 2010 - Day Three - White Hart Lane
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Europe 2010 - Day Two - London
- People wear denim jackets, shiny denim jackets - apparently the shinier the better
- People still roller blade and ride razor scooters
- They cant speak their own language - Southwark is pronounced sutthock
- I saw a guy slide down the bannister of the escalator in a train station...