Saturday 29 June 2013

Parc Bordelais.

The last few days have been quite busy brushing up on my Spanish and Portuguese skills trying to navigate transport site for July (in case you didn't know, Nat and I are spending three weeks travelling from Spain to Portugal and back). I booked hostels a while ago, but most bus and train tickets can't be booked until 30 days before, if not less time. So far, I've booked three-quarters of the transport, using mostly trains in Spain and buses in Portugal. It's quite confusing to book because usually in both countries, bus and train prices are around the same, so it depends on the pick-up/drop-off points in relation to our hostel and time. (If anyone is looking to do Spain or Portugal soon, let me know. I can give you the low down on the entire system and all national companies!).
I've also booked tickets to Ax-les-thermes to see the Tour de France on the 6th July. I'm mostly excited because it's near a nature reserve, so this will be my first real France regional trip!
In between all of this madness, I took a trip to Parc Bordelais. We had a few days of sunshine in between rainy periods this weeks, so I got to wear shorts! It was really pretty, so I spent a few hours there picnicing and reading.












Obligatory selfie in the park

Stage map (Ax-les-thermes is at the end of the 
middle red line)

Getting lazy and steaming vegetables for dinner with 
soy sauce (YUM)

Ps. I'm sure you will be pleased to know that my excessive saliva problem has reduced. I don't know why or how, but I'm still going to learn how to spit. I think it might be a handy skill to have.

Tuesday 25 June 2013

Trawling.

I need to learn to spit like a man. When I've been running of late, if I didn't know it was saliva in my mouth, I might have mistaken my body for trying to give birth orally. This problem has only started happening recently, and to be honest, it's only happened twice so far, and only when I run, so let's not go crazy and claim that my body has some sort of disease. But it is horrible to be running and feel like you're choking on a small river (actually a swamp today because I forgot to brush my teeth this morning).
To help rectify the situation, I turned to the all-knowing power of the internet and typed in "Why is there so much saliva in my mouth?". I was so glad to find that someone else has had the same problem as I'm having, though he's a little bit more defensive of his condition. Have a gander:



Why do I always have way too much spit in my mouth?

Before you start asking retarded questions or giving an obviously wrong answer, I'll shoot them down.

1. No I'm not retarded, my IQ is probably higher than yours.
2. I don't have braces or anything like that
3. No, my tongue isn't pierced (actually I want to but all this spit is the reason I never did, I'll drool like a St. Bernard all the time!)
4. No I don't have rabies
5. No I don't have a cleft lip or any medical malformation.

I don't like it or hate it, it just is and I could never figure out why? I thought it was because my mouth is always ajar but so is so many other people's and they don't have this. My speech is always slurred but it doesn't matter because I'm drunk half the time anyway. One advantage is I scare people out of arguing with me cause I end up spraying spit all over them and I look scary/gross foaming at the mouth looking like I have rabies.Hahaha, gross I know.

So, why do I? Overactive saliva glands? Or something else?

So my problem doesn't seem to be as serious as his, but I wonder, does rabies really cause you to have too much saliva in your mouth? So, once again, I found myself searching for signs of rabies. Like many other apparently, I'm wondering the same thing "Do I have rabies?". 

Do i have rabies?

I got bitten by one of those little white mice one time. It was like 7 years ago, i dont remember sick, and i bought the mouse from some people who had like a whole bunch of them, i never felt sick or anything. Do you think rabies might be dormant in my body for 7 frikkin years? i never got any shots or anything, and i didnt say anything about it when i was a kid because i was like 11 and was scared to get the shots, so i kept my mouth closed, and eventually completely forgot id been bitten till i was watching something on rabies, and i was just wondering if u guys think i might have rabies. btw, mouse died like so long ago, my mom killed em because she was extremely horrified and disgusted by them haha, anyways, tell me what u think.

My favourite thing about this trawl is that there are no symptoms provided, just the very open question of 'I was just wondering if you guys think I might have rabies'. I've eaten after playing with my dog having not washed my hands before. She's still alive seven years later, and so am I, maybe rabies is the reason my mouth is so salivascious when I run (I'm coining that word now). 
Whatever the reason (probably rabies), I need to learn to expel some of this saliva from my mouth when I'm running. Guys are pretty good spitters. I hate spitting, it's gross and looks disgusting. But if I'm not going to drown in a pool of my own bodily fluids, I need to learn how to (and Rose from Titanic learnt to spit, and she was pretty classy, so it can't be THAT bad). Once again "How do you spit?". Long story short, I never learnt to spit. I just got caught up trawling youtube watching other people engaging in spitting competitions with different kinds of objects. Like this one:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f57rh51ErBc

Did you know, the world record for spitting an olive pit is 21.2 metres!

You can tell I was pretty bored today. Apart from the time I was running, just trying to stay alive.

Other than that, I discovered a new shopping centre today at the end of another bus line: Rives d'Arcins. And I've begun booking bus and train tickets for Spain + Portugal next month!

Saturday 22 June 2013

Bouliac.

If you can recall properly, you'll remember that last time I went to Bouliac, it was pouring and I bought horse riding boots! This time, I went to check out the rest of the shops. It's at the end of a bus line, so super easy to get to, and it much smaller than previously thought. It's just a commercial centre with larger versions of the stores we have in the centre of town. I did a bit of shopping without buying anything, and then grabbed some groceries and heading home. To feel a little more productive, I jumped off the bus halfway home and walked the rest of the way.
This little trip has inspired me to reach the end of every tram/bus line in Gironde. Just from Google, I've already discovered two other lines have shopping centres/tourist centres at the end of them. I have three weeks before leaving for Spain, so I might get some regional travel in before.
Other than that, I haven't been doing anything terribly exciting. I'm going to bake something tomorrow I think. Making no promises! If I can be bothered, I might even make some lamingtons!

Wednesday 19 June 2013

Keeping busy.

Yesterday was, I think, the most productive day I've had this year.
On tour, somewhere along the way, the corner of my iPad screen cracked.
Luckily, it was covered by travel insurance. So, yesterday, after doing my washing and unpacking, sending off mail (I've now got the CAF), grocery shopping, cleaning my room, exercising, and picking up needed essentials, I went to the Apple store. I didn't know this, but to see a Genius, you have to book an online appointment... So they couldn't actually fix it there and then. I enquired as to how long it would take etc etc. They guy booked me an appointment for that afternoon and said it would be done within ten minutes.
I went home and dropped my shopping off. Then headed back to the store. The Genius told me the screen couldn't be replaced (apparently some generations can't be replaced), so they replaced the entire iPad. Score! It cost 219 euros altogether, and I'm lodging my insurance claim now.
On the way home I ducked into Meriadeck to look at iPad cases.
I'm now in the process of searching for the most travel appropriate/cool case I can find!

Also check out some of the dodgy as panoramas I just uploaded:

http://occipital.com/account/panoramas

Monday 17 June 2013

Last day in L-town/mummy goes home.

Following a stuff up with our airport transfer, which had us leaving for Gatwick at 9am for 8pm flights home, mum and I cancelled that the next morning and left for Westminster Abbey.
It was pretty awesome inside! I think it was about 15 pounds to enter, including an audio guide. I didn't know that it was so old, nor that so many people are buried there. Or, that there are memorials to all sorts of people, such as Jane Austen and William Shakespeare.
Leaving Westminster after a few hours, we tubed it to Hyde Park, which was a bit of a disappointment. It is literally just a park. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but not what it was obviously.
Doing last minute shopping, we went back to the hotel, and trained it back to Gatwick, which was cheaper and quicker than the transfer anyway!
I said goodbye to mummy at about 8pm and went on my way back to Bordeaux :( The flight was probably the most turbulent I've ever been on. It was absolutely pouring when I arrived home!

Inside Westminster Abbey - I wasn't aware that I couldn't
take photos in there, so these are some sneaky shots

The cloister


Out the front where Kate walked through to 
marry William

Marble Arch

Hyde park



Sunday 16 June 2013

Back to Basics.

Today was the longest driving day of all! We left the hotel at 6am, to make it back to London by 6pm. Our lunch stop was on the boat back from Calais to Dover.
As the boat was nearing docking (about 15 minutes away), it was quite funny to watch how the old people on the boat interacted. A group of them got in the lift to go down to their bus, which you can only access once the boat has docked. They obviously came back up and talked about this for a while. Then tried to go back down again. This happened about 5 or 6 times! haha Finally getting the message, they then stood in the elevator for the next 10 minutes until the boat docked, just holding the doors open! I hope I'm never like that when I'm older...
We arrived back in London, and as we were staying in Chelsea, we explored a bit. I bought my last Cadbury chocolate for the next six months, and Kendra, mum and I grabbed dinner a local pub (I finally got a pie - my 6 month dose) and we came third/last in pub trivia!


Saturday 15 June 2013

The Pied Piper.

This was the last big day of our tour day :( We left Berlin early, and had a massive day driving to Cologne for the last night's stay.
For lunch, we stopped off at Hameln, Germany (Hamelin in English), the home of the Pied Piper. The town was started in the 8th century, by monks. It had become a full town by the twelfth century, so it's pretty damn old.
During the second world war, it's prison housed social democrats, communists and other political prisoners. Around 200 of them were hanged there.
Mum and I did frantic last minute souvenir shopping here haha.
When we arrived at Cologne/Koln, we didn't get free wifi. So Kendra, Mum and I took the free airport transfer to the airport and just sat there for a few hours!

More flooding in Germany

Outside the Pied Piper house/Rat house

The main street of Hameln




Mummy!


Plane spotting at the airport

Friday 14 June 2013

Lin to the Ber.

Berlin is incredible. By far the biggest city we've been too, and by far the coolest. I'm not sure whether Budapest or Berlin is better. Berlin isn't like the rest of Germany though. Most people you speak to who live here say that if you go to Berlin to experience Germany, you will be sorely disappointed. It's more of an international city.

Random shot of the city

In the morning, mum, Kendra and I wanted to do a cycling tour of the city. So we hopped on the tour bus for half of their morning tour, and then jumped off at the tv tower. During the Hitler years, he removed all statues and crosses from churches. It's quite ironic though that he then commissioned the tv tower which, when the sun shines onto, has a massive cross in the centre of it. The party said the cross was a plus for socialism lol.

Bikes!

A cool canal

Starting the bike tour

The bike tour was amazing. It went for four and a bit hours, with a pub lunch stop. There were about 70 people split into 4 groups for it. I don't have many photos of the places we visited because I couldn't be bothered to constantly get my camera from my bag. So have some history instead:
I've never enjoyed listening to history so much. The history of Berlin, and Germany in general, is incredible. We were taken to the place of the book burning, where the nazis burnt all forward and free thinking literature. There's now an underground memorial of book empty bookshelves. 
I'm going to rant a bit through the post, so stop reading if you want. Prior to the rise of the socialist party, Berlin was the most democratic and free thinking place in the world. There were 26 Nobel laureates living there before the war. 1939, there were none. 
At the Gendarmmarkt, there were two churches opposite each others, which were identical. One was 3m taller than the other - ego wars. On our way there, I unfortunately saw a woman under a truck who had been hit riding her bike.

The Gendarmmarkt - one of the churches, as 
seen from the bus

The Gendarmmarkt

After the war, Russia, Britain, the US and France decided to split Germany into four parts and each raise their own part until it was able to stand on its own feet. And then that part would be released back to Germany. Russia, having lost 27 million people during the war, claimed the biggest part. Almost half in fact, called East Germany. The US took the top half of West Germany, Britain the bottom half, and France took Lorraine and Alsace. Berlin is entirely in East Germany. Problems arose in raising their own sections, and things started to go a it awry. If you had Berlin, you had Germany, and if you had Germany, you had Europe, the US was given half of Berlin after a while, West Berlin. East Berlin remained with Russia. West Berlin flourished and prospered, while East Berlin started suffering after a while and people started leaving to move to the west.
During 1949, the Soviets started what became known was the Berlin blockade, as part of Cold War tensions. Their aim was to cut off the West access to Berlin, so the East would have to supply the whole of Berlin, thus giving them control of the city. So, one night, Stalin (the Russian leader), started 'road works' on the West Berlin channels out. After a few days, things became clear that they were stopping people coming and going. So the Berlin airlift began. Stalin couldn't successfully block the West Germany air veins out. So the US started one of the most impressive air rescue missions I've ever heard of. Aircrews from the states, Britain, Australia, Canada, NZ, and South Africa flew over 200,000 flights in one year, providing 4,700 tons of daily necessities such as food and fuel to West Berliners. Eventually, it became clear that the airlift was succeeding, as the flights were delivering more product to the city than rail had done previously. In May 1949, the blockade stopped, and Germany became two separate states.
In order to keep the influence of the west out (really just to stop people leaving east Berlin), a wall was erected around West Berlin. At first very thing was rosey, kind of, and people were still able to cross rather safely and see over the wall. Eventually, tensions between the two sides increased and as resources were being pulled out of East Germany to help Russia, people were moving to West Berlin, the wall was made higher and it was made even more difficult to pass through it.
There were road veins passing from West Berlin to west Germany, which were considered to be a part of west Germany. As long as you were on west Germany soil, you could cross into west Germany without question. To go from east or west Germany into the other, you eventually had to go through Berlin, there was no other way to cross. Even if you lived on the border between the two, you still had to cross through Berlin. The first check point was at the border between east and West Berlin, Checkpoint Alpha. The second was when you reached West Berlin, Checkpoint Bravo. The third was when crossing from West Berlin into east Berlin and east Germany, Checkpoint Charlie. All papers were checked here, including how long it took you to travel between checkpoints. If it took you too long, things were suspicious.
And in 1989, the Berlin was came down.
Passing the Berlin Wall was pretty cool. The section that now remains is fenced off to prevent people from taking pieces, though you can buy them in any souvenir shop. It's graffitied with holes in it. And the part of the wall that remains and situated next to the former SS nazi/Gestapo headquarters.



Sitting on the Berlin Wall





Former Gestapo headquarters underneath


East v. West


Checkpoint Charlie



Inside Charlie

Berlin Wall artworks

We then cycled onto the former place of hitlers bunker. As its a bunker, so can't be destroyed, the Russians filled it with debris and rubbish after the war, and it's now buried 15m below a dirt car park surrounded by housing units. There wasnt even a sign acknowledging its presence until 2006, as they didn't want to even acknowledge hitlers former presence in the city.
Onto the memorial for the murdered Jews during the war. It's 2706 concrete blocks of differing heights and slopes. It incredibly ambiguous, and uncomfortable once you're inside it. You can't hear anything from the outside and can't see very far. If someone is coming near you, you can't tell from which direction. From the outside, it looks cool though. When it was erected, the government needed a chemical which could be painted onto it to make it easier to wash graffiti off. The company that won the commission was a German company, who it was discovered, during the war, was a subsidiary of the company that produced the chemical that was used in the gas chambers on millions of Jews. The company apologised, claimed it didn't know, and offered a lifetimes free supply of the chemical to the country.

Jewish memorial


A fact I found incredibly interesting too: the Nazi solider were dressed by Hugo Boss! Here's an interesting article: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2040943/Hitlers-Tailor-Hugo-Boss-apologises-using-slave-labour-make-Nazi-uniforms.html
After the tour had finished, Kendra went onto another underground night tour, while mum and I went shopping. We were both exhausted from the previous night, so we had a reasonably early night.

Old photos from the net:


The Brandenburg Gate with the Berlin Wall in front

The night the Wall came down

Checkpoint Charlie

Charlie

Nazi/Gestapo uniforms by Hugo Boss

1989 - Berlin Wall comes down