Tuesday, 31 August 2010
Today the wind was too stong for flying, so the Pilot and I decided that we could go fishing. We didnt have a fishing rod or a permit, but didnt think it would be too hard to get hold of one. My dad used to take my sister and I fishing in the sea when we were little. I dont remember catching anything, but the experience was great. Just spending time with my dad was a precious moment as he worked very hard when we were little to give us the life we hard. I am always grateful for that.
The fishing permits, we found out, were 15 euros per day, and not having a fishing rod yet, we thought we would wait a while. The nearby shops were selling them for 90 euros and so we got back at the campsite to see if anyone knew of where we could get cheaper. We found out that if we drove to Digne les Bains, an hour away, we could go to Decathlon and we could get them for 30 euros. It was music to our ears and so we drove there. It was nice to get to spend some time together after all the flying.
We arrived there and after much deliberation, we found what we needed. Even the maggots! We put them in the fridge on a shelf of their own, I didnt want them munching their way through the things we had bought at the Carrefour. Meanwhile, I had bought a portable three-legged stool to sit on whilst I was on my mini cycling adventures. I didnt want to get bitten again! Then we had a Mcdonalds. It's probably th 5th time in my whole life that Ive had Mcdonalds. I suppose Im not a burger kinda girl. I used to eat KFC on some Friday nights though! My two dear friends, Michele and Andrea would take me there during our Friday nights out when we were about 17. They were good days!
When we got back, we found some people who drove us to the lake to try out our new purchase. It was cold and we didnt catch anything, but sitting on the Pilot's lap whilst waiting for something to bite the line was very special. Between us, we shared the heat that we both needed to keep warm. It was a good moment.
I heard the bells toll in the near distance, and cycle to Mass. It was better to understand this time because I know French. Its all locked inside my head, and I know all I need to do is to be exposed to it a while and then it gets unlocked. After speaking English and Spanish for most of my time, punctuated by Polish, my first few sentences were muddled with all the words I knew in all three languages, but after a bit of conversation and practise, it was much better. Its not just the speaking Im after, its the communicating and expressing that is very important for me. Away from my friends and family, Im finding that aspect of the adventure very hard indeed. Its being with people who know me, really know me, that I miss. I dont have to explain, we share a history. Thank goodness that I can talk to them over the phone, texts and email, or I would be well and truly lost. Its nice to get to know different people though, but its not reall the same.
The square is heaving with people and it is lovely to see. I watch couples hand in hand strolling along and it makes me smile. I sit in a cafe, after ordering a tea, they didnt have de-caf. I drank it whilst reading and English Paper I had found in a newagent and basked in the sun. The Boulangerie looked like it was going to close by 12.00, so I ventured in and asked for a 'pain-au-chocolat sil vous plait' and ate it eagerly. I would probably suffer later with a headache (I did) because of all that butter, but for those few moments, it was delicious.
I stayed in the square till about 14.30, reading my book intermittently and gathering my thoughts. I have a lot of them to gether! I need a bigger net! The large tree provided a shade for me in the midday sun and as I looked around, I was inspired to write a few lines (Linda and Laura, this is especially for you)
The triangular bunting flags wave with excitement in the wind. They tell me not of their reaons for doing so. I know not whetehr it is for something to come or an event already passed. They dont care and wave themselves regardlessly. Their secret intrigues me and I watch trying to decipher their innermost thoughts. I gaze at their excitement in the blue cobalt sky. They wave in unison whispering to me in a language I do not know. I listen with more care. They are pleading with me now as they flap eagerly. I then smile. For I have found out their secret. We sit in the square together, in the wind and under the afternoon sun. I smile because I now too have a secret. I share their secret. Its the secret of complete happiness.
I cycle home and make sense of what I have seen and thought about.
The scenery is intensely breathtaking everywhere I see. Its so different from anything I have ever experienced and I shall always keep these moments in my memory. Its hard to take photos as we drive and I would love to stop every now and again and experience the places we are passing through.
As the snail took us through the winding road in Italy, I was able to stop at a little book and antique market. I would have loved to buy the books I flipped through. Books are a very big part of my life. It allows me to escape into a different world, yet still remain who I am. After reading them however I am never the same person. The characters are true to me and I feel their joys and pain. I hope that my story will be as powerful when it is written one day. Its still hatching, so watch this space.
The rest of the drive through to France was quite scary for me. I have a very real fear of falling down a cliff. I have had countless nightmares as a child and young adult, and sometimes nowadays, of falling. Fear of falling. Very apt! Anyway, we drove for an hour up a very large hill, in a very large snail twisting and turning at every curve. I dont want to relive this experience too much, going through it was bad enough. But I was terrified, that should tell you enough. To say I was glad when we reached the bottom is an understatement.
We arrived at St Andre les Alpes about 17.00 to lots of Pilots registering for the British Open. It was comforting to hear a language you can understand, but even more comforting to be able to communicate back. That has been a very hard part of the adventure. Not being able to express yourself to those around me has left me feeling a shadow of a person at times. When I am strong, I can be quite resiliant, but there are just times when it is just to much for me. Back to being inside the coconut.
Its interesting to watch people communicate with each other. Meeting people for the first time, I watch people divulge little parts of themselves and listen to the stories of others. Its interesting watching facial expressions and listening to the laughter. Its a very simple process is communication. It can make a difference.
The wind here is cold and for the first time in weeks I have contemplated wearing long socks. My tan has developed nicely following my 'plan' of not getting burnt. Its working well. SF10 is all I have and its nearly finished. I must buy more!
I end the day wondering what this week will bring, I hope it will continue to make me stronger. There are times I wonder if it will? But, I put one foot forward everyday and hope that it will bring me closer to what my heart desires. Only time will tell.
Its cloudy today and the grey clouds hug the mountains around me. I want to go down to the river, and wonder if the builders have done anything else. I wonder whether this will become a place of beauty for me again. Sometimes the irony is too much for me to think about.
I think today is the last day here. There is another completion starting in St Andre in the French Alps on Sunday. Relocation, Relocation, Relocation. I tidy the Snail as I have just chucked things into cupboards so that there is not so much clutter. I find a book which I forgot I packed and wonder if there are any solutions inside them.
Sunday, 29 August 2010
I take my bike and reach the back of the campsite. There is a way in from this side and I don't have to go through the road way. It’s probably easier, but then when did I ever go for easier? (I shake my own head). I nod a ‘good-morning’ to the builders, recognising that we both have things to do today.
I look in front of me; there are two paths, one wide and gravelly, one next to the river and overgrown. I take the road less travelled. This path is designed only for walkers, yet I hold onto my travelling companion with strength. I want him to see what I see. His pedals catch the back of my legs every now and then and I feel a ‘sorry’ whisper from his frame. I am sorry too, for wheeling him through the overgrown plants, he’s sorry and I’m sorry. We both continue as friends once more.
As I plunge deeper into the path, I know that it too late to turn back, even though I know the journey will take longer. We continue along the path, both supporting each other. I reach the bridge, but this time I am underneath it. Luckily, I turn a corner and the bridge is inviting me once more to walk on its planks, the invitation to another world. As before I gladly accept and tread the boards once again.
There is nobody here. On Sunday there was a myriad of people who were laughing and strolling. Now there is only an echo of some distant past. Ghosts do now even walk today. I find the place where I sat for so many hours and find another disappointment. My hammock-swing is gone. It has been detached from the carrabeena and is nowhere to be seen. There is no one to ask, as the bar-shack that was so gloriously open on Sunday, is closed. I feel I shouldn’t have come back to this place; it is a shadow of what I remember it to be.
I sit on a wooden swing to try and get the same feelings back. I don't. I leave the watery place and follow the path. I see a tree, almost horizontal and after laying my red sarong on the bark, accept that this is the place I will rest and read my book today.
I stay here for hours reading my book, only stopping from time to time to gaze at the sparkling aquamarine water which to me is Slovenia. I eat my sandwiches eagerly. It's the first time I have brought something on my adventures. I am glad for it. It's funny how you can be hungry and not even know it. I continue to lay and daydream on my tree, and would have for many more hours, but something was to interrupt my day.
A pain shot down my leg. I felt I had been bitten by a snake (I hadnt). Impossible, as I had my combats on, rolled up to the knee and I would have noticed. Maybe it was a spider, or maybe an ant. Whatever it was, the ‘thing’ that had bitten me had obviously enjoyed it’s meal and left me in the worst pain imaginable. Mosquito bites would always be a sweet as cake in comparison. I reluctantly packed up my things and tried to ride my bike. As the bite was quite close to by bottom cheeks, it was hard to cycle. I was hot and bothered and cross that something small had ruined my solace. It's always in the small things!!
I arrived back to the snail without energy to go to the Pharmacy to get something to sooth me. I was annoyed at myself for not bringing something for ‘after bites’. I also couldn’t find the first aid kit, so I lay with my bikini clad cheeks exposed to the window for some cool air to brush against them. With all the fuss and exhaustion, I feel asleep. I must have provided a wonderful view for everyone who passed my window!
After my sleep, and getting some cream from town, I felt better. The Pilot and I decided to take a walk to the Tolmin Gorges. It was amazing. We weaved through paths and steps, up and down, across bridges and then up the hillside to arrive at a wonderful sight. In-between two huge rocks was a rock which looked like a bear’s head. No one knows how it got stuck there, but stuck it is. It was a quiet place and quite stunning. I had some sticks to help me on my journey, although as we got nearer to the water’s edge the rocks were slippery and my trainers would not grip the floor. I became frustrated that I couldn’t go on. There was a sheer drop to the right of me and as I slipped I broke one of my sticks. It was enough to break my spirit. I took all my energy not to cry.
After about 2 hours of striving to get to this place, I wasn’t disappointed. It is a place of stunning natural beauty. It goes to show that to get to something worthwhile, you have to travel a long way, be hot and sweaty, maybe break a stick or two, and climb up and down, before you can get there. In my mind I’m still on the path. I haven’t got there yet and I have no map. I don't know how long it will take, or what I will find at the end. The only option I have is to keep moving. Sometimes I take slow steps and sometimes they are bigger. There are times I have to rest, sometimes I have to rest for longer, but I continue in the hope. For there is always hope - a light at the end of the tunnel. There always is in one way or another.
I am tired on the way back and it is getting dark. I cannot see the steps in front of me, and am glad for someone to make the steps in front of me first. Methodically I step in the same places, for I know that they are safe ones. I have travelled far today and have seen moments of beauty. I drift off to sleep and dream of waters crashing around rocks relentlessly.
Tuesday, 24 August 2010
Anyway in response to Linda's request, living in the Snail is great. We are sleeping in 'The Loft'. Its the pull down bed that is already made, its not 100% comfortable and Im squished at the winscreen side, which not much room at the top. I have about 30cm from the top, so its a bit squashy. We cant sleep on the other bed because the paragliders are on it. :(
With regards to the washing, we have an inverter and a solar panel that changes the solar energy into volts we can use. Every now and then we put it on. Its a cool thing with a washing machine one end and a spin dryer the other side. I have been washing mostly by hand. Smalls and such like. Must be love! No ironing Im afraid. Just shake it out and hang it up.
Anyway, here is today's entree:
Tuesday 24th August 2010: Lesson #3. Don't mix white wine, red wine and vodka. No matter how it seems a good idea at a time. My head was banging today. I wished I hadn’t made arrangements to go out shopping today. I spent the morning sleeping and reading hoping that I would sail away into my hangover with relative ease. At 10.30, I heard a knock and I knew I had to surface. One of the wives of a Polish pilot here had offered to take me to a shopping centre. I told her the night before I needed a cool dress in which to absorb the heat in. In her kindness she offered to take me with her. When I got in the car, I realised that we would be going on a detour before shopping. One guy last night, after the drinks we had, decided to play basketball and fell over. This morning he though he may have broken his arm and so we were going to the hospital to check him out. Once I got into the back of her car I knew it was going to be a long journey and was already feeling nauseous. I put on my travel sick-bands around my wrists and waited for them to kick in. They didn’t. I looked at her sat nav. 36km. I wondered what that was in time. I was feeling more sick as time went on. I prayed for my tummy to settle. Then we were pulled over! A policeman had caught us speeding with his raider and now we were pulled over. My friends looked horrified, and the guy with his arm in a sling got out. The Policeman understood that we were on our way to the hospital and was generous enough to let us off. How lucky!
We arrived in Gorica soon after and went to a shopping centre to wait for him to get checked out. Not having a lot of money to waste, I looked fervently with no avail for a dress. Maybe I would find one in France or Spain I hoped. We wandered around looking at the wonderful things on offer and had a coffee. By this time I had lost the feelings of nausea. By this time we found out that the guy needed an operation and would be in hospital for most of the week. Caution: don’t drink and play basketball! All in all it was a lovely day out with a lovely lady and her son. She took me out and helped me pass the day in a different way. We both chatted and laughed in the car on the and I felt happy to be in female company again. I think this is what I am missing the most. I miss being about to pick up the phone and chat to my friends. I miss listening to their days and finding up what they are doing. I miss seeing my friends and laughing and sharing memories. My friends know me at my best and at my worst. I don't have to pretend with them. Sigh. Yes, it’s hard without them.
When we arrived back, I decided to read my ‘Long way round’ book and really got into it in a big way. I found myself thinking about their journey and relating it to my journey. I couldn’t put it down.
We went for a while to a WIFI spot, but because I hadn’t written anything, I had nothing to publish. I only had enough time to check a few emails and then the time had passed.
On the way back, we went to an ‘Aldi’ type shop. . Lesson #4: Buy stuff at this shop, it’s cheaper. We have been eating mostly pate and bread. I say ‘pate’, more like whatever was left over goes in here I suppose, but it tastes good and with lettuce and tomato it’s a good meal. I need to start thinking of more food options. As one of my leaving presents, I was given a camping recipe book. I think it’s for weekend campers, not for ones on long trips. You need things like basil and vanilla pods, all of which we don't have obviously! We tried to make our own - tomato and stale bread soup, but after a few hours we were both rushing for somewhere in particular. Yes, that soup ‘cleared us out’ so to speak!!
The leaking had stopped for now, and so to bed I went.
Friday, 20 August 2010
Today has been mainly consisted of taking small naps here and there. I think I am a cat. I find somewhere comfortable, and I’m sleeping. The rain has continued today and we moved from the campsite after doing some washing and drying for €5. I know we have our own portable one at the moment, but there’s something wrong with it that we can’t figure out. Anyway, bed sheets and most of our clothes are now clean and dry. It's a shame that our washing machine found out and ‘peed’ on my handbag in protest! Passports, cards, money, etc all wet with washing machine water from the pipe that is supposed to be upright at all times. Tsk!
Back at the bar with WIFI access, I decided to try another drink. Orangina used to be a favourite of mine. It always reminds me of my uncle. He used to drink it when I was little and I always love the shape of the bottle. I don't know what this variety is called, as the letters on the bottle are all in Slovenian, but the taste was just yummy.
I also managed to post a blog finally! I’m writing them in The Snail and then posting them when I get a chance. I suppose that’s one of the things that I have found hard. Not being able to write directly on the blog. This way it seems a little less personal and not so direct, but I do what I can with the things that I have. It's a good experience for me!
It was hard to look out over by the water. There was a spooky mist that seemed to cover everywhere. We imagined a small boat being sailed across past us without a captain or crew. It was spooky enough to send us to bed. Bedtime seems to come so soon after a day packed with events. No two days are ever the same, regardless of the weather.
Wednesday, 18 August 2010
We drove over Napoleon’s Bridge which towers over a beautiful greeny-blue river called the Soča. Camping Koren is a wonderful campsite www.kamp-koren.si. It was just what we needed. And what I needed was a shower!
One of the many privileges of this adventure is that you really start to appreciate the little things. Now, we’re lucky because our Snail has a toilet, shower, cooker, fridge and beds. It’s not the top of the range model, or even the middle or lower by today’s standards, but it has what we need and it is enough. But having a shower in this place was just heavenly! As I turned the hot water on, the power of the water seemed to wash my worries away. Yes, it was just what I needed.
By the time I emerged from my steamy waterfall, the evening BBQ had already started. The Pilot and two of his paragliding friends had already started the Slovenian red wine and the food was well on its way to being cooked. The BBQ bucket donated by my sister was able to feed four people a variety of burgers, sausages, chicken legs and drumsticks. As the size of the bucket only permitted a few items to be cooked at the same time, we spent the time in between drinking the wine and sharing stories and jokes. It was a great evening.
And then the evening took a wonderful random turn. Another of the exciting aspect of this adventure is the people you meet along the way. I had left my three dinner companions to go and ‘check the bikes’ (code for going to the toilet). I was trying to manoeuvre my way along a cobbled path without my glasses and my new flip-flops. Why I decided to bring my wine glass I can’t remember, especially when I had already drunk my fair share.
Through the darkness I saw a little sign and a voice called over to me. Now, remember I don't have my glasses on and so I proceeded to answer their call, whilst squinting my eyes and slowly approaching the sign like a moth to a flame in order to read the letters. I thanked them for their offer and sat down. I then realised that what I actually needed was a little female company. The evening was great, but sitting in male company can get a little tough when you’re the only female. It kinda gets a bit ‘boy’ orientated, so I welcomed the fact that I had met some new people to share stories with. They were both from Slovenia and spoke English very well, to my relief. We shared our stories and what our days had been like leading up to this evening. After a while, we were joined by the Pilot. The BBQ had come to an end and because I had been gone for ages to check the bikes, he came looking for me. Always the gentleman!
And so we sat altogether on the grass. The intricate bottle in front of us contained a beautiful smelling scent of peaches. I don't think I will ever forget that smell. I watched how they would both apply the pipe to their lips in turn and glorious bubbles would appear at the bottom of the bottle and then smoke out of them. Now at this point, I must confess something. I have never smoked in this way before. I suppose because he had joined us, I thought I would have a go too. Now, as a child, when you make bubbles in your milk, what do you do? You blow. What did I do? I blew. Are you supposed to blow? No. Did I know that? No. Do I know now that you're supposed to suck? Yes. Confession concluded. I felt a bit silly really, and it had to be restarted again. New experience gained and new knowledge acquired! It was lovely and weird at the same time. You suck through the pipe and somehow the delicious smoke comes to you and bubbles happen in the water. I don't know the complexities of how it works, but it was a great experience. So I say a very big thank you to the two lovely ladies who welcomed me last night!
Everything underground was made of salt. Even the statues. I was told by the Pilot to 'lick it' at various times, which was an offer I politely declined! At one point we were laughing because we wanted to ask our tour guide'Excuse me, what's that statue made from?' 'And that one?' We thought it was funny!
At one of the levels was the most amazing Church. It was lit by candelabras and was just eye-popping!
Sunday 1st August 2010: Yesterday, after arriving back from the wonderful wedding we went to, we cleaned the flat and left it empty for someone to rent. It was a traumatic experience for me. It was my first home, my London haven, and now after 8 years, I was going on an adventure with my boyfriend, ‘The Pilot’. We drove to his house to put final things in the loft and be ready to drive off late Sunday evening.
During the day, we moved into the Snail and continued to prepare for our journey. There were lots of things that couldn’t be done in England. We are driving to Poland to get most of the ‘mechanical’ side of it done. So far we have a solar panel and an inverter that converts the solar energy to the voltage we need for the night. We also have some speakers, which I feel may be banging my head at various occasions! After an amazing BBQ, we left at 11pm to drive towards Dover.
Monday 2nd August 2010: At 02.00 we caught the ferry that would deliver us to Dover. I climbed up the steps from the parking area to upstairs wrapped in my favourite brown blanket and slept the whole of the sea journey. I must have been tired; because I didn’t go to the onboard shop! We got to France at 04.55, and Belgium at 05.50. We decided to have a little sleep at this point and breakfast to prepare us for the 20 hour journey we had in front of us. We set off again at 08.52 after visiting the restrooms. We had to pay €1 to use them and the lady attendant was filling some balloons with helium at the same time. Talk about multi-tasking!
We arrived in Holland at 10.21. To keep us sane, we (and you know I mean me) invented a game to pass the time. To avoid arguments (which with us is quite a difficult task I assure you), we decided upon rules and wrote them down. The game is called ‘Camper or Not’. The aim of the game is to be the first one to spot a campervan driving the same way as you or in the opposite direction. It must be either a motor home (MH) or a campervan (CV), not a caravan. If you spot one, you shout out the number spotted for that day, eg 1...2. The person with the most points at the end of the day wins...simple!
1. All MH or CV must be on the road. They must not be in parked areas, although they can be stopped on the hard shoulder on the same road.
2. Points are deducted from your final score if you call a false vehicle.
3. No points for calling vehicle at the same time as your opponent. Although the vehicle must be tallied on the daily record.
4. All vehicles must be spotted with own eyesight. No enhancements may be used, eg binoculars (which I hasten to add we didn’t bring) or a camera zooming in.
5. If a player spots an exact match of ‘The Snail’, the game is over and that player wins the day automatically. (Quite a rare occasion, as out CV is 20 years old)
6. The start and end of the game must be agreed by all players.
7. At the beginning of the day, each player chooses a target number for the daily total. If you reach the total=5pts. Closest=2pts.
8. No points to be carried over to the next day.
9. Points are not tradable or transferable.
10. The game finishes at 18.00 or when daily total reaches 200, whichever is nearest.
By the end of this day we would have recorded 200 and had argued over the rules many, many times!
Score-Pilot 100: False vehicles called=13 Total 87. The Adventurer 92: False vehicles called 72. Total 72
We arrived in Germany 12.02 and Poland when I was asleep. We finally arrived to Poznan at 23.00. Wired, tired, but glad to be there safe and well.
Tuesday 3rd August 2010: Today I spent the day with the Pilot’s mum, as he has some things he needed to sort out. We went to her summer house and it gave me an opportunity to practise my Polish. We played ‘Escoba’, a Spanish Card Game, which we had taught them on out last visit. It's a game that crosses all language barriers, so I was glad for that.
Wednesday 4th August 2010: Started to sort out the service for the Snail and ordered new tyres. At the end of the day, I gave an English lesson with some of the Pilot’s friends and family. I based it on food and drink as its two of my favourite things!
Thursday 5th August 2010: I went to Lichen. See post on ‘Lichen’s Angels’
Friday 6th August 2010: Although it was threatening to rain, we decided to have a BBQ at the summer house. By this time, my Polish was developing, but it still isn’t the level I would hope it would be. I hope that during this trip, I will be able to learn much more so that I can sit in a group and understand and contribute. It's hard all of the time waiting for some translation. As we had driven to the Summerhouse in the Snail, we decided to sleep there.
Saturday 7th August 2010: Raspberry syrup is lovely. With rose wine its even sweeter. But apparently because of the high sugar content, it messes with the alcohol. By the time I woke up the next morning, I was feeling like there was concrete in my head. Today was mostly spent eating and sleeping to recover!
Sunday, 8 August 2010
The Basilica at Lichen is relatively new. Many people like old churches because of the history behind them. I just like the way they feel. Old or new it doesn't matter. I am looking for the peace inside that I cannot find anywhere else. I can get lost in the beauty and the music.
Inside you cannot fail to drink in it's beauty. The inside is protected by golden windows with sepia coloured glass. It gives the impression that the inside is very important. And it is.
Once inside my eyes search frantically, trying to take it in all at once. My eyes cannot scan quick enough, and so I resign myself to taking my time, in the knowledge that I will be able to see it all. Or perhaps, all that wants to be seen.
There are so many things that I want to ask about the place, but not having the relevant language skills to ask, I soak up the visual instead. This place is truly beautiful, and very expensive. It is about 10 years old, and it exquisite. Cathedral's usually take many decades to build and rely on donations before they can accomplish the almost divine. Westminster Cathedral in London for example has a dark ceiling because of the lack of golden mosaics. Time and money will provide them, but at the moment it looks bare. Unloved perhaps. Waiting for the time when someone will say, the time is now.
Some people may feel it shows a lack of love, and of respect to leave it like this. Other's feel that religion should give money where it is most needed, to the people. I'm not sure of the answer as yet, but I do know that when you love something or someone, you would want to languish the very best onto the bare skeleton to show your intense love for it. I believe that it is written on my heart to both torture me and enlighten me.
From within the basilica you can see all manner or paintings which are brought to life by the haunting music being played. The music is like water and runs everywhere. Even people who are sitting in prayer do not fail to be moved by the choreographed notes , and they breathe in the delicate musical fragrance.
It is then that I notice the angels. The angels which protect, and yet seem to follow me unrelentlessly through life. They are, ironically, playing music.
One by one, they call to me.
Each one as alluring as the next.
They play silent music that can only be heard in the silence. They play, I listen and my heart is stirred for a brief moment.
All I can do is watch, and for a brief moment, I am nowhere and I am everywhere.
My heart rests in their beauty.
It is what I need.
Wednesday, 4 August 2010
Today we have continued with our preparation stages. We have bought new tyres today for the snail and are planning to install an alarm and get it serviced over the next few days. Slovenia is our next country and we have a long list of things to do here before we go.
Its nice though to spend time with people we care about. It's especially nice for me because my polish is being challenged. Thank goodness I have a visual dictionary. It's not perfect, but at least I can communicate as some level. Michal has been great though. Its because of him I feel so comfortable around his friends and family.
At the weekend we are hoping to go to the sea-side, which is quite exciting as Poland only has one coast to the North of the country.
The adventure continues...
Tuesday, 3 August 2010
Well, after months of planning, packing, crying, drinking, smoking (on my part), arguing and more planning, we are here. The adventure of a lifetime! The Superb Snail Adventure!
We left London at 11pm on Sunday evening. The drive to Dover was interesting. I have a problem with trying to stay awake on any journey, so knowing we were going to drive for 24 hours was a huge problem, but I had a plan! You see, I dont have any caffeine. Not in tea, or coffee and definately no pepsi. So drinking Pepsi is like drinking Red Bull for me. And it did the job perfectly!
After drinking a 500ml bottle I was ready for the drive.
We arrived on the ferry and slept for the who-knows-how many hours it took. We arrived in France and by day break we arrived in Belgium. We decided to have a sleep and it was just like heaven. By this time I had only slept a few hours and I do love my sleep! After a few hours sleep and a lovely breakfast of toast and honey, we decided to go. Belgium first, then holland, then germany and finally poland. It would have taken 20 hours, but in the slooooow snail, it has taken 24. OMG! We played a brilliant game to pass the time called 'spot the camper van'. We took it very seriously and even had rules!!
Got to Poland last night about 11.30pm, had dinner and went to bed. Woke up this morning and after having a well deserved shower had the most amazing breakfast of sweet breads and salami and cheese...blisss.
We sorted out the service and alarm today and we have a list to sort out, but all will be well.
Day 1 and 2 went well!