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Friday, November 12, 2010

Tyncot

Didn't think I would ever decide that two days of our trip should be privileged to have a blog to itself but here goes...

Private Herbert Henry Soars... 2nd Bn, Australian Infantry, A.I.F., Killed in action 8 November 1917. Age 32. Son of Alfred and Elizabeth Soars, of Gloucester, New South Wales.

A man unknown to me whose grave my Dadda (Len Clapham) asked if I could visit. I was told his grave was at Tyncot Cemetery, Passchendaela, Flanders, Belgium.
I thought "Sure, that sounds easy"... We left the safety and warmth of Kerry and Greg’s Paris apartment at about 8 yesterday morning, intending to catch an 8.30 train to Brussels, stay the night in Brugge in Belgium and then visit Herbert Soars' memorial the next day. We went to the counter to reserve our ticket (as it should have been free on our 'Eurail' pass) but we were told that all the trains were either booked out or would cost us around 30 Euros each, as the train company wasn't compatible with our pass. After pressing and saying that we had booked accommodation and needed to get there we were told there was one possibility but it left at 12 midday and took about 5 and a half hours instead of 2.
Well we said sure if that's what it takes. The plan was to go to the cemetery the day after and then head back to Paris in the early afternoon. But on a whim we decided we should book the train for the next day in case the same thing happened... and it did, but the problem was that the only train we could get back to Paris was leaving at 11am. So this meant we would get to Belgium at 5.30 pm and have to leave again the next morning at 11am.
Well... we had already booked the first tickets so thought "why not spend 20 hours in Belgium" but it still meant we would not have enough time to visit Herbert Soars.

I was desperate to visit Herbert's grave not only for my dear Dadda but also for myself, so I started looking on the internet for a way to visit him and get back to Paris. And I found a way. It would take a while and be a bit of extra money but we booked it and all was well until...
We turned up at Ieper train station where it was necessary to catch a bus to get to Tyncot cemetery. The bus was there and just about to leave which was perfect, but you wouldn't believe that between the three of us (Alex, Ryan and myself) we didn't have enough money to pay the 3 euro fare each, and the next bus was an hour later. The bus left without us and we went to find an ATM. We now only had a turn around time of about 2 hours to get to the cemetery, find the tombstone and get back for our train. Angry, frustrated tears were flowing and ATM's were scarce, all the while the clouds had decided to erupt and we were getting soaked.
But... We got the next train got to Tyncot and started to look around with about half an hour to scour the hundreds of headstones for Herbert Soars. Luckily I had looked up a grave reference. I asked a man who appeared to be a school teacher if he knew how the numbering system worked. He said he had a map somewhere but not on him. Later he chased me down with a wet map in hand and said "Here I don't need this anymore, hope it helps". Oh the warmth one feels when someone is kind in a time of trouble!

Speed walking wildly around a cemetery isn't the most respectful of things and slipping on mud felt very un-lady-like, but i was determined that I had got this far and I was going to find and pay my respects to Mr Soars.
And you wouldn't believe it but we found him! Right near the front, emphasised by lovely yellow flowers. Although the rain was pouring my spirits were soaring as I looked at his name and the inscription under it:

"Too sadly missed and dearly loved to ever be forgotten"

I would hope that when I am alive I will be dearly loved and that when I am gone I will be sadly missed and never forgotten... But I suppose one day we will all be forgotten.
Yesterday was Remembrance Day. I remember being annoyed at school when we were interrupted and had to stand for a minutes silence. But a minute isn't much to remember those who fought for the freedom of their future generations and who gave their lives so that we might be free.

Today also helped me to remember and thank the One who gave his life for our freedom. Jesus. We are dearly loved by Him and we will never be forgotten by Him. No matter what it takes its important to remember that.

So today I thank Dadda and Herbert Henry Soars for these reminders. That it is important to be thankful, no matter how awful or frustrating or wet or cold or stressful a situation is.


Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it”

George Santayana.


Tyncot Cemetery


Herbert Henry Soars.




Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Cinque Terra to Paris

Hi!

The end of our trip is getting closer and closer! Today we are on our way to Paris which means we are almost to the end of our Europe adventures. But to go back a bit and fill you in on what we've been doing...

We left the cold, snowy landscape of Switzerland to have a lovely three night stay in Cinque Terre which is Italian for five lands or villages. It's a picturesque little area right on the ocean surrounded by a national park. The villages vary in size but average about 1000 people in each. The towns are linked by a train which makes it easy to get from one to the other or you can walk between them all which takes about five and a half hours. We stayed in Riomaggoire the southern most town out of the 5. We arrived late afternoon to our dorm/tiny apartment. It had the steepest set of stairs connecting the kitchen and room upstairs you felt like you needed a safety harness! After settling in we took a walk up the many tiny, winding, step filled streets to a little church overlooking the water. We made it just in time for an amazing sunset and then headed out to look for some dinner.

Being a little fishing town we we decided on a seafood restaurant who boasted “fresh off the boat” seafood. Carly got the Red mullet spaghetti (although we were hard pressed to find or taste any red mullet), I got the mussel spaghetti, and Ryan and Al both got the fried fish which came out as a massive bucket load of deep fried prawns, calamari, whole fish, and little octopus which Carly bravely tried for the first time, tenticles and all!

The next day we bought a pass that allowed us to walk from town to town. We walked from Riomaggoire to Manarola, then caught a train to Corniglia (because the path was closed) and walked to Venazza exploring the three towns as we went. The next day we went to Monterosso and spent the day lazing on the beach and exploring the town. That night I made amazing risotto (if I may say so myself) and the next morning we were off! So pretty much it was a few days of sleep ins, gelati, foccacia, wine and soaking up the dwindling autumn sun.

We then set off to Nice where we spent 2 nights. We stayed at a really nice and backpacker friendly hostel, with cheap washing, massive included breakfast and beers for €1. It rained the *whole* time we were there! We walked down to the beach which was nice but would have been nicer in the sun and walked up to a lookout to get a good view over the city and ocean. We walked through a food and flower market and bought a very big slab of Brie for lunch for a very minimal price. We bought fresh baguettes and saw that Nice was very nice even though it was rainy. We also went to Monte Carlo, Monaco for a few hours. All we did there was visit the casinos and get the feeling that it really was an extremely rich country. We had Chinese take away for dinner (not very French but good :-)) and the next morning we were off again to...


Carcassonne. All we had was a flying visit, but it was good to see the old city that the game is named after. You can see the walled citadel from lots of places in the city (including our apartment window), it's huge and consequently impressive! Inside is just more of the town, although nearly 100% touristy – cafes, gift shops, accommodation, restaurants etc. We had an overpriced cappuccino (which apparently is a cup of very bad black coffee with cream on top) and then were off to the train station to go to Spain!

And isn't Spain wonderful! We stayed two nights in San Sebastian in a lovely clean hostel. We hired bikes for the day and biked all around the city and along the beachfront and Alex and I polished up and practiced some of the Spanish we learnt in South America. The tide was coming in when we were cycling and we all got very wet on separate occasions by the massive waves exploding over the sea wall. Everything is very cheap in Spain so we ate too much food for dinner. Carly and Ryan, tried sangria but both politely declined a glass, so Al and I had to finish off the 1.5L bottle by ourselves.

The next day we were up early to spend the whole day on a train to Seville in the south of Spain. A really nice city. And we stayed in a fun hostel for 2 nights. It was like a family and we were welcomed from the start by being asked to join some people upstairs for a free dinner. We made some good friends. In the morning we went to a little town half an hour away that Ryan was recommended and checked that out and in the afternoon we went on a free walking tour. It was 3 hours long and was really interesting. We found out a lot from our guide (some things true, some old myths) but we really enjoyed it all. We were invited by another of the guys from the hostel to participate in a dinner he was cooking for “just a few special people”. It cost 7 to cover costs and boy was it worth it! We started eating nibbles at about half 8 or nine and didn't finish eating until 12. The wine was flowing the whole time. We had bread and salsa and fried potato patties and pasta and fried vegetables and fresh battered and fried fish and prawns and whole squid and to top it all off ice cream! We had a lovely evening and went to bed very content indeed.

The next day we had half a day before the train so we went to a palace which was beautiful with massive gardens and rooms. As we were walking around we were planning what we would do with it if it were our house. After a few hours Al and I went to see an archive museum which had some old maps and things (some that Christopher Columbus drew) while the others shopped for dinner/lunch. Then we were on our way to Barcelona.

Barcelona was an amazing city! We spent 3 nights there and had a really good time. We saw parks and museums and just took in the wonderful culture the city has. I fell in love with Gaudi an artist from the early-mid 1900's who designed quite a few buildings and parks in the city as well as a church that has been getting built since the 1800's and is still in the process of being finished (they predict 2020). He has a great style and all his stuff reminds me of something out of Willy Wonka or Cat in the Hat. He also uses lots of mosaics.

I had seafood paella, a traditional rice dish and yesterday we ate at an all you can eat buffet... it turned out badly, but on the plus side that was at 3 yesterday afternoon and here we are at 11.30 the next day and I'm still not hungry :-) Last night we went to see a flamenco show which was really good and that brings me to now, sitting on a train to the city of love, Paris. We are staying with my aunty and uncle which will be really nice! More on that later but for now...

Adios amigos!

Nika


Cinque Terra


Vernazza


Nice


Carcassonne


San Sebastian!


Friday, November 5, 2010

Italy & Switzerland

Sooo... more length between blogs :-) Again it feels like forever ago that we were in Greece, and that we've had many adventures to share.

After arriving in Italy from Greece by ferry, we went straight across to the Amalfi Coast (West coast, south of Naples & Rome) to a little place perched up in the hills called Agerola. Getting there wasn't easy, but it's only a few km as the crow flies from Amalfi, about 700m above the sea. We were in a tiny chilled out little hostel, and enjoyed doing not much, especially when the rain set in on our 2nd day. We did manage to walk down the 3000 steps to Amalfi one afternoon, our legs were complaining for days. Besides that, lots of Take 2, cards and catching up with a few people with Skype.

From there we went to Rome, where we stayed at a place on the outskirts in a camp ground (nice and cheap!). We met Amie, a friend from our Africa overland trip and explored Rome for 2 very full days. We happened to be there on a Wednesday, when the Pope makes his weekly public appearance – he arrived gliding through a sea of people, standing in his little Popemobile. We caught 2 minutes of the shenanigans before we cleared out of St Peter's Square and went to the Vatican Museum, where the queue had gone from around three corners of the block to nothing, so we went straight in. It's an amazing place, full of so much art you could live there and see something new every day. I guess that's what the popes did!? It's crazy when the ceilings of the hallways contain more amazing art than most small art galleries in Australia :-)

The rest of the afternoon was filled with wandering the Forum, walking to Trevi fountain where we tossed a coin in over our shoulder (apparently they make 3000 euros per day!) and then some backpacker-style shopping for a picnic-in-our-room dinner. Day 2 we woke up early, said goodbye to Amie, and went to St Peter's nice and early, arriving pretty much just as they opened, again missing the crowds. A big difference from yesterday when the Square was packed! St Peter's Basilica is remarkable, cavernous and full of artworks, sculptures and marble everything. Nearly all of the little chapels had some sort of service happening, we paused to observe a few.

Then lots of walking over the remainder of the day – Piazza Navona, the Pantheon, a handful of churches including the one with the Month of Truth, Circus Maximus, then the Colosseum where we explored inside. Several more churches (one of which was the girls Rome highlight: the Capucin crypt which is decorated with bones from hundreds of human skeletons), the Spanish Steps, then a nice walk through the Borghesi park to the villa, which was shut for the installation of an exhibition. Piazza del Popolo was packed with some event honouring public servants, but we stopped at Santa Maria del Popolo to see 2 Caravaggio paintings before home for another cheap dinner.

We'd planned to go back to Gallaria Borghesi on our way to Bologna the next morning, but not being able to book tickets the day before meant we turned up without reservations and they were sold out. We instead went into town to the Capitoline museum for a quick walk through, seeing the famous Romulus & Remus suckling the she wolf, and Medusa. Then a wait at the train station for a train to Bolonga.

Bolonga will remind us of many good things, we really enjoyed our time there. We rented an apartment for a week, because it's central enough to be able to do day trips out on the train. That meant a place to ourselves to come home to every evening, home cooked meals and not lugging our bags around every day! We washed everything we had, including our backpacks – I didn't know mine was that white! Our first day trip was to Parma, a little place NW of Bolonga. The rain's still following us so it was a short trip, but nice to explore the historic centre, have a hot chocolate and buy some fresh bread. It was still raining on Sunday, and Ryan Ferguson was due to arrive at some point, so we stayed home – drinking tea, watching tv and doing more washing. Ryan's joining us until late Nov, it's been really good having him – amongst other things it rounds out our number for 500 :-)

Monday was a day trip to Venice – nothing in particular to note, just hours of wandering the canals, little streets and markets. It's really cool, everything you imagine plus a slightly unpleasant odour ;-) Tuesday we went to Verona. We didn't really know what to expect, but really liked it. It has an ancient arena in the middle of town, more intact (and maybe impressive!) than the Colosseum. We walked all over town, crossing the big river that winds its way through, then up to a lookout spot at some sort of palace where we ate out home made salad rolls for lunch :-) A gelato stop seems to work itself into our itinerary each day, not that we're complaining.

Wednesday was a briefer-than-expected trip to Florence. We left Bologna in the dark, not really knowing what the weather was doing, only to find cold drizzly rain in Florence. Arriving early did mean we didn't queue for long at the Uffuzi Gallery, where there's a huge collection of Renascence art – Michelangelo, Botticelli, Caravaggio to name a few. The Duomo is a massive cathedral topped with a big dome, which you can climb to the top of for views of town. The rain paused for 15 minutes while we were outside up the very top – by the time we were at the bottom it was raining again. We would have stayed longer and seen more but our flimsy umbrellas weren't the best, and we were happy with what we'd seen so we took a train back. Of course, as we pulled out of Florence the blue sky appeared through the now clearing clouds :-P

Seeing as we'd been in Bolonga for a week and hadn't really seen any of it, we put aside our last day to wander around, as well as to make final use of the valuable washing machine! Bolonga has a lovely centre – its famous covered walkways, beautiful old buildings, numerous squares and some big churches. The main basilica had an exhibition on the life of Mother Teresa – it was perhaps more interesting than it sounds :-P A last Italian coffee/hot chocolate (Ryan & Carly have rated their hot chocolates the best) then home to gather our stuff back into bags from all edges of the apartment.

We'd been in contact with a friend of a friend who has a chalet in Chateau d'Oex in Switzerland, who had kindly said we could stay. We took a train from Bolonga up through Milan to Montreaux on Lake Geneve, through some really beautiful areas with lakes and mountains. It's well and truly autumn, so all the trees are different shades and there's a decent amount of snow on the mountain tops. We had no idea what we were in for when we arrived at our “Chalet” - it was the most amazing house! 4 stories, 100% timber inside and out, countless bedrooms and bathrooms, furnished with quality everything - it was so nice. Then there's the location of Chateau d'Oex with plenty of snow-capped mountains surrounding it. In summer it's known for hot air ballooning, in winter it's packed with skiers, with access to the lifts from right in the centre of the tiny town. We were a 10 minute walk from the half-a-dozen shops that make up down-town, most of which were shut :-)

We had 5 days there, with mixed weather. We spent the first beautiful sunny day relaxing at home and looking around Chateau d'Oex. In the evening we went to a classical string group performance at the church - how very cultured of us, listening to classical music in the Swiss Alps! The following two days were unexpectedly wet, cold and rather miserable, but we still headed out. We caught the train up a few villages to Shรถnried, where we visited a local dairy farmer. On the way it started snowing, which was kinda cool, unfortunately in both senses of the word. Klaus showed us to a few of his 20 or so paddocks, which were just blocks of land randomly placed around town. We met some of his 80 cows, all of which are named, are super tame and spread around his different blocks. Rather different to Australian cattle or dairy farming! Due to the snow he had to move some back into the barn, so his wife took us up to their house and showed us the cheese they make, some of which we bought. 18 Swiss Francs for 900g (about A$18), but boy it was good! In summer they make about four 40 kilo wheels per day, not bad money!

Another day we went to Gstaad and took a bus to les Diableretes, in the hope to go up to Glacier 3000. The weather was pretty bad still (heaps of snow in the higher altitudes) so the view would have been of grey-nothingness, and the lift pass to the top was A$77 so not cheap :-P Our last day was mercifully sunny (still cold) and we went all the way to Speiz on lake Thun. That's a really pretty place, quiet now the summer lake crowd have left, with more impressive mountains surrounding it. Nik was not feeling so great so she and Carly went back home (after another hot chocolate) and Ryan and I waited for what turned out to be a non-existent ferry to Interlaken. We went instead by train for a quick trip, it seemed much larger, touristy and busy than the other places we've visted in Switzerland, but still beautiful. Other Swiss experiences for us were having fondue (cheese and chocolate), indoor fires, buying Swiss Army pocket knives, going to a traditional church service (in English), watching Dexter season 4 and attempting to speak French :-)

From there (about a week ago) we headed back south again to Italy, but I think that can wait for the next blog! We're currently in Spain and will be for a few more days before we head back to France. We're feeling like the end of our trip is close now, even though the reality of living back home again hasn't hit us. Still lots to look forward to before then though, and lots of reasons to want to get home too!

Alex



The Amalfi Coast



With Amie in Rome, at the Trevi Fountain



The Pieta in St Peters




Venice



Chateau d'Oex