European Adventure…In Flanders Fields

2018 marks 100 years since the end of the Great War…the war to end all wars. So, we thought it fitting to tour the Battlefields of World War I – In Flanders Fields. There is so much history, so many sites! I must admit I found the whole experience both very moving and confronting knowing we were so close to where so many lost their lives.

I can’t cover everything, so, I will just share my personal highlights and a few facts you may find interesting.

All in all there are 153 Commonwealth war cemeteries in the Ieper or Ypres Salient Battlefields. They are maintained by the Commonwealth War Graves Commission comprising the six member countries: Australia, Canada, India, New Zealand, South Africa and United Kingdom.

There are stark contrasts between the German and Commonwealth war cemeteries. There are only four German cemeteries in the area, all of which are mass graves. There were 25,000 people buried in the one we visited. It seems the philosophy is that the soldiers fought shoulder to shoulder and therefore are buried in the same way.

 

 

It was interesting to hear the Belgian perspective and the role of the Belgian army which were, in this case, mainly Flemish.

To clarify, a Salient in military terms is a battlefield feature that projects into the opponent’s territory. The salient is surrounded on three sides making the troops on the salient vulnerable. The Ieper Salient was formed by British, French, Canadian and Belgian defensive efforts against the German incursion during the 1914 ‘Race to the Sea’ leading to the 1st Battle for Ieper.

 

 

Tyne Cot is the largest British war cemetery near Ieper. There are almost 12,000 buried there with about 70 per cent (8,500) unidentified. Their graves are marked ‘known only to God’. So very sad.

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Tyne Cot – largest British war cemetery near Ieper

The Essex Farm war cemetery has 1200 WWI serviceman buried or commemorated there of which 190 are unidentified. It is located near one of the dressing stations which has been recreated by local technical school students. It was there that Canadian Lt Col John McCrae MD worked as a surgeon making decisions on the lives of those who arrived at the station. He saw the horrors of war first hand. John McCrae was also a poet and wrote the famous WWI poem, “On Flanders Fields”. McCrae survived the war but died of pneumonia near the end of the war.

 

 

Keeping the theme In Flanders Fields, we visited the museum of that name located in the city of Ieper. It is located in the fully rebuilt old Cloth Market. The building was completely destroyed during the war along with most of the town. Some, including Winston Churchill wanted the bombed town to be left as a Memorial to the war. However, the citizens wanted to move on with their lives. So a compromise was reached and the Menin Gate became a lasting Memorial to the fallen of World War I. The museum is well worth a visit. It sympathetically and realistically represents the war and its horrors. It is interactive with the use of your wrist scanner. It has many artefacts that help to paint pictures of the lives of those involved in this painful part of our history.

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The old Cloth Market was completely rebuilt following its destruction during the Battles of Ieper Belgium

As Australians, it was very special for us to visit Polygon Wood Memorial and war cemetery. Evidently not many tour buses make the trip there as it tricky to manoeuvre in and out of the parking area. Polygon Wood Memorial pays tribute to the Australian Fifth Division and its service at Polygon Wood.

 

 

The Canadian War Memorial located at St Julien, a village near Ieper is magnificent and must be seen.

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World War I Canadian War Memorial at St Julien near Ieper Belgium

All these (and many more not mentioned) highlights culminate in being present for the Menin or Menen Gate Last Post Cermony which is held every evening at 8pm. There are 65,000 names inscribed on the Menin Gate – British and Commonwealth soldiers killed in the Ieper Salient of World War I and whose graves are unknown. My husband’s great uncle, Henry George Bateman was one of those men. He was 26 years old when he was killed. His family mourned him their whole lives. He was never forgotten. My husband found the location of his name inscribed on the Menin Gate. It was both a solemn and joyous occasion.

I leave you with the poem…

 

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
    That mark our place; and in the sky
    The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
    Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
        In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
    The torch; be yours to hold it high.
    If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
        In Flanders fields.
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European Adventure… Belgium

Our long train journey from Berlin to Brussels via Cologne was made much more comfortable by travelling first class. In the scheme of things it was not much dearer than second class so we treated ourselves!

We have had a great few days in cosmopolitan Brussels! While staying here we have taken a couple of day trips. On one day we travelled by train to the beautiful city of Bruges or Brugge. It is only about 1 hour 15 mins travel time from Brussels. As it was the weekend the fares were discounted by 50%. What a bonus!

We did not take a tour but meandered around on our own. We probably did not see as much but it was at a leisurely pace which we enjoyed. There were people everywhere and as the weather was sunny and a weekend, not surprising!

Bruges’s history originates about the 9th century when it was settled by the Vikings. Known mainly for its historic buildings and canals, it is also the home of chocolates and lace making. I have neither to show for my visit. Far too hot for chocolates and sadly, no use for lacework.

Bruges is known as the Venice of the North due to its canal system. Not one gondola was sighted on our visit, though! Interestingly, Livorno in Italy (cruise port for those visiting Florence and Pisa) is known as the Venice of the West or New Venice. Again, because of the canal district.

Hope you enjoyed this tiny glimpse of this historical and beautiful city!

European Adventure…Potsdam

Only a short train ride from Berlin is the beautiful city of Potsdam. We took a coach tour which included three guided walks. I was impressed by our guide Thomas, who conducted the tour in German and English. We learned much about the history of Potsdam, saw many castles and palaces and the darker side of East Berlin during the Cold War.

Frederick Wilhelm II reigned from 1740 to 1786, the longest reign of any Hohenzollern king. He was a great military leader and a man of the Enlightenment. He achieved many military victories and embarked on an ambitious building program. Many of the projects he ordered built, still stand today. I think though, the building closest to his heart was Sanssouci. The small palace he built at Potsdam for his personal use. Sanssouci means without cares and here he was able to be the philosopher and musician he always wanted to be. This is where he composed music and played his beloved flute. This instrument is still in Sanssouci today.

It is easy to see why he chose this idyllic place to build, surrounded by lakes, trees and wildlife. Interestingly, parts of Potsdam are built on swampland. Like Venice, it has timber foundations.

The New Palace was built to celebrate the end of the Seven Years war with construction commencing in 1763. It was built in just six years and there are obvious short cuts taken in the construction of the building. For example, although it looks like it is built in red brick it is actually sandstone painted red with white lines painted on to resemble brick work. Opposite the palace are a group of ornate buildings which are the servants quarters and kitchens etc. Frederick had a tunnel built between the two buildings so servants could deliver the hot food to the Palace. The only thing was, the servants had to whistle while transporting the food! It is considered to be the last Prussian Baroque palace to be built.

As well as Frederic’s palaces we visited Cecilienhof, home of Crown Prince Wilhelm and where the 1945 Potsdam Conference was held. It was attended by the three most powerful men in the world at the time, Churchill, Truman and Stalin. At the Conference, Stalin had the Soviet Star planted below Churchill’s window. The star remains today and is a UNESCO site. This, and other remnants of the Cold War can still be seen such as parts of the Berlin Wall and the Glienicke Bridge where Soviet and US spies were exchanged. This is the bridge which featured in the 2015 Tom Hank’s movie, Bridge of Spies.

Potsdam today is still home to the rich and famous. If I come back to Germany I will be sure to stay a few days in this beautiful city.

European Adventure

We have embarked on another European Adventure! This trip starts in Frankfurt which, on first impressions is a delightful city. It has a population of around 750k within its administrative boundaries, 2.3 million in the urban areas and 5.5 million in the greater Frankfurt Rhine-Main Metro region. Today we took a walk along the river Main and visited the old town with its lovely buildings located around the Platz. We went inside the Kaiserdom or Dom, St Bartholomew’s, the “imperial great church” where the coronations of the Holy Roman Empire took place for centuries.

 

We followed this up with a river cruise which was both relaxing and informative. It also gave us a chance to have a pair of frankfurters and chips and some beer!

 

After having a rest from our walk and cruise we went for dinner at a traditional local German restaurant, Baseler Eck located at Baseler Pl. 7, 60329, Frankfurt am Main. Fortunately, it is only 200 metres from our hotel. It is not a fancy eatery but there is plenty of atmosphere and the food is great. The place was crowded and people were queing to get a table. We went a little earlier so did not have to wait. Great night! By the way we did have Apfel strudel as well but after two apfelwein I forgot to take a photo! Sorry about that. Trust me, it was yummy!

 

Hope you enjoyed the first full day of our European adventure! We did!

Travel friends: near and far

Those who follow me know that I have mentioned friends we met on our 2009 European tour. We have become firm friends since that trip and if you want to know what I am rambling on about, see Ah, Athens. Thanks for the Memories. Anyway, these wonderful people are just some we have met on our travels.

Today I am thinking about Jenny, who we met a few years ago while staying at the Dicky Beach Caravan Park on the Sunshine Coast (about an hour and half from where we live). We are fortunate to own a caravan and we have had many (well, mostly) great times traveling around and have met many interesting people. (See Caravanning … our way, your way, any way for my thoughts on this).

Incidentally, Dicky Beach was named after the SS Dicky which ran aground there in 1893. It is the only recreational beach in the world named after a shipwreck. Dicky Beach is in a most beautiful part of the world and the caravan park is about 100 metres from the patrolled surf beach. Perrrfect!

After 122 years, the wreck of the SS Dicky had been disintegrating and by 2015, the Sunshine Coast Council deemed the remains were too dangerous to be left on the beach. It was an emotional time for the residents and visitors who were on the beach to witness its removal. Below are a few photos of the gradual demise of the wreck of the SS Dicky.

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Three people on top of the SS Dicky wreck circa 1900. Photo courtesy Sunshine Coast Libraries – Heritage Library
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SS Dicky wreck circa 1967. Photo courtesy Sunshine Coast Libraries – Heritage Library
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SS Dicky wreck, July 2015. Photo courtesy Kate Wall

But, I digress. Back to Jenny. It was the second time we had stayed at the caravan park and the previous year we had met Jenny’s family as they were on the site beside us. Well, we hit it off with Jenny immediately. She was from just outside London and was visiting, as she often does, in the school holidays in order to spend time with her son and family. We spent time together chatting and having a few wines (yes, wines not whines). We had a lot in common but mainly a love of travel. Jenny has traveled extensively. Initially with her husband until his unexpected passing and now solo or with friends. This intrepid woman has a great life story and I hope she manages to document it in the near future. I am never ceased to be amazed by her adventures. As I am writing this post, Jenny and a friend are on a ten week cruise from Sydney to Southampton. Go Jenny!

We got on so well that Summer, we exchanged contact details at the end of our holiday. We kept in touch with regular emails and our friendship grew. My husband and I were planning a trip to Europe in 2015 (another trip of a lifetime – had a few of those – very grateful). Of course, I was letting Jenny know of our plans and she gave us some travel tips. She suggested we stay with her while we were in the UK. So, at the end of our European adventure (another story) we left Paris aboard the Eurostar for London.

On reaching Jenny’s home following a train journey from the famous Waterloo station, we stayed in her lovely home and were made to feel very welcome for our entire stay. As we were there in August, Jenny had arranged tickets for us to visit Buckingham Palace. The Queen was away on her usual Summer holiday at Balmoral Castle in Scotland. We deliberately arrived early in order to see the changing of the Guard there, which was magnificent.

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Iconic London bus, with Big Ben and Houses of Parliament (Palace of Westminster) in the background, on Westminster Bridge, London, England
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Changing of the Guard, Buckingham Palace
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Changing of the Guard, Buckingham Palace

As we had a while until our appointed entry time to the Palace, we decided to have a cup of tea with our lunch at a kiosk in Green Park. Then the rain came down. It had been threatening to rain all morning so it was no surprise. After our lunch we walked over to the Guard’s Museum on Birdcage Walk about 500 metres from Buckingham Palace. We spent a pleasant time there where we learned many interesting facts regarding the guards. I would highly recommend a visit to this museum as it provides an extensive background and history of the five regiments of foot guards in the Household Division: Grenadier Guards, Coldstream Guards, Scots Guards, Irish Guards and Welsh Guards. These are the regiments which normally provide the Queen’s Guard at Buckingham Palace. Given we had just witnessed the famed Changing of the Guard, it seemed fitting to visit this museum.

Then it was time for our visit to the State Rooms of the Palace. It was still raining, but I remember how professional the staff were, in making sure everyone was in the correct group to go through to the Palace and gardens in a timely manner. These State Rooms are used by The Queen and members of the Royal Family to receive and entertain their guests on State, ceremonial and official occasions. Well, there was so much to take in. The magnificent artworks, china, glassware and furnishings and the sheer size of the 19 State Rooms made for an amazing experience. The Ballroom was set up for a banquet with the finest china and glassware. Every table setting was precisely measured and not a thing out of place. Definitely not something that happens at our house, but it is a Palace afterall. If you can manage to be in London during the Summer, do try to visit. Sorry, there are no personal photos, as photography of any type is not permitted in Buckingham Palace. Here is a link to visiting Buckingham Palace in 2017 which you may find useful. Following our time inside, we went into the gardens. It was still raining so we didn’t spend as much time there as we might have. We had a wonderful ‘Royal’ day!

As for the rest of our stay, Jenny acted as our personal tour guide, and we had day trips to some great locations. We met many of Jenny’s family and friends and had some wonderful times. I will keep those stories for another time.

Since our trip in 2015, we caught up with Jenny in 2016 and 2017 while she was in Australia. In 2017 she was able to stay with us for a few days which was so much fun. Our friendship has endured and we have had some great times together. Hopefully, we will get back to the UK in the not too distant future, to have further adventures. You just don’t know who you will meet along life’s journey. I am glad we met Jenny and consider her to be a good friend. She certainly has added a further dimension to our lives.

Have you met people on your travels who have made a difference to you? Please let me know in the Comments Section. Thanks for reading!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Caravanning … our way, your way, any way

Caravanning can be an economical and interesting way to see a vast country like Australia. We have a caravan and have been fortunate to see a little of this land for ourselves. During our travels, I have made some observations which I want to share as well as  comment on my own experiences.

It seems to me, there are two main types of caravanners – the Grey Nomad and the Holiday Caravanner. Of course, there are variations. These are merely my observations. The Grey Nomads are generally retired couples. They tend to be on the road for months and relocate frequently during this time. However, as they age, they are likely to go to a favourite destination and stay, sometimes, for six months.

On the other hand, the Holiday Caravanners are generally families who go away once, or a few times a year. I believe this group falls in two sub groups. One is the group that I call repeaters, as they return to the same site year after year. Generation after generation, in some cases. The second sub group take their caravan away for holidays but choose different destinations each time.

Caravanners are like caravans. They come in all shapes and sizes. There are the seasoned travelers who have been around Australia a dozen times. They usually have the four wheel drive and the off road caravan. They can tell you all there is to know about any given destination. Then there are the light caravanners, who have a small four cylinder car and a campervan or A-frame van. They have often had a large van but have downsized as they aged. Then there are all those in between. You name it, and there is a caravan to suit you. Unable to decide which caravan, or where to go? There are countless websites and magazines to help you do just that.

Caravanners have their set jobs regarding the work in setting up and packing up. The men generally drive and the women have the job of guiding their spouses on to the caravan site and at the end of the stay, on to the tow ball. Both are fraught with problems. It used to be they used hand directions and some used walkie talkies but more often now they use either phones or many have installed reversing cameras. There is often talk about the fights between spouses regarding this important matter. All sorts of gadgets were invented to assist with guiding caravans on site and onto tow balls. One such device is the CoupleMate Trailer Guide & Lock Tow Ball Hitch caravan ‘Marriage Saver’. I believe they were responsible for saving some marriages.

We are not your typical “Grey Nomads”. While we are both grey, we do not exactly fit the picture. We are sometimes on the road for a month or so and we do sometimes return to favourite destinations, but we also like to go to new places. I confess, I am hopeless at directing my husband onto the caravan site. I try to look like I know what I am doing, but honestly, I am not good at it. So much so, that my husband installed a reversing camera to assist him. He said that I am about as useful as two men away sick. How’s that for a compliment?

I am at my happiest once everything is set up and 4pm rolls around. If you have ever been to a caravan park around that time, you know it is time for drinks and nibbles and chatting with like-minded souls. A scenic location is always a bonus. I think, for me, it is more about the “idea” of caravanning that attracts me. I know that. For those who don’t own a caravan, there is quite a bit of work attached to this form of travel. Packing up the van, setting up the van, packing up the van, setting up the van … I know there are many people who thrive on this activity but sadly, not me. Having said that, when we are set up I like to stay for a while. I don’t like overnight stays very much. Just for the record, I am not anti-caravanning – just realistic.

While we haven’t been all over Australia by caravan, we have seen a few beautiful places. Some that come immediately to mind of which I have pleasant memories are Carnarvon Gorge, Airlie Beach, Sunshine Coast, parts of New South Wales and Victoria. We haven’t ventured west or north of Australia and probably won’t with the caravan. If the photos below don’t give you a clue, well, I like the water. Whether it is the ocean, rivers, pools or lakes. Maybe that is why I like cruising as well.

At the risk of being howled down by the committed Grey Nomads, we will probably fly or take the train to the likes of Darwin and Northern Territory including Alice Springs and Uluru, as well as Perth and Western Australia. We will do it our way. Travel by caravan over vast distances is not for us. My husband says its the whine that develops in the passenger seat after a few hours that puts him off. I’m sure I don’t know what he means…

Caravanning is an interesting and inexpensive way to see a “big” place like Australia, and in your own time. There is plenty of room for all the Grey Nomads (and assorted other travelers). There are many devotees, and they are found in caravan parks and free camping areas all over Australia. Importantly, the freedom of caravan travel allows you to do it your way, or not. It is a great way to see the country and meet some interesting people on the journey. Just make sure you work out the best way to get your caravan on to the site!

You really don’t know who you will meet while traveling (in any form). Another story (or stories) for another time, methinks.

Please let me know about your caravanning experiences. I would love to hear from you.

Thanks for reading my post!

Another Year Over

Well, here we are on the cusp of another new year. I am left wondering what happened to 2016. I am sure we were only celebrating Christmas 2015 and now Christmas 2016 has passed.  New Year’s Eve is here!! It feels as though the older I get the faster the years pass. Looking back on 2016, it has been filled mostly with good times. I have been fortunate to spend time with my children and grandchildren. Times which I cherish. The grandkids are growing up so fast! If only we could keep them little for longer. But, alas, that is not how life works. On the other side, it is great to see them grow up, healthy and happy even though all of them have been through some difficult times in one way or another. Mostly, children are resilient.

When I was young I always envied those “perfect” families. Mum, Dad and the happy, smiling kids. My family was less than perfect. Dysfunctional, you could say. Through the years, though, I have found that most of the “perfect” families were not so perfect afterall. They were just better at hiding their problems. My family’s problems were a little more visible.

On another note, this year I haven’t been able to spend as much time with dear friends as I would have liked. I might be retired, but there are not enough hours in the day to accomplish all that I want to do.  My hope and plan is to rectify that in 2017 and spend more time with friends who are dear to me. For those friends that read my blog, take note. I will be in touch … soon.

I didn’t get to travel as much in 2016 as I would have liked. However, a week in Hong Kong and Macau in April both satisfied and whetted my appetite for travel.

Macau

Hong Kong

My family is at the Sunshine Coast (just north of Brisbane, Queensland) to see in the New Year. We will be having some rest and relaxation at the beach and beside the pool for two weeks. Can’t wait!

As 2016 comes to an end, I wish you all a Happy and Prosperous New Year. One filled with Joy and Hope for a Brighter Future.

Let me know in the Comments Section how you will bring in the New Year. See you in 2017!

Just Cruising

Cruising is my favourite form of travel. That does not mean I don’t enjoy other forms like plane, rail, coach and car travel. Because I do. I have had some incredible land journeys but I do love to cruise. People either love it or hate it. I love it. If I could (translates to “enough money”), I would cruise most of the year. The only downside is I would miss my family and friends. Apart from that, I love cruising.

Thinking about some of the wonderful places I have been fortunate enough to visit over the years, it is impossible for me to choose a favourite destination. Not that I have been everywhere. Nowhere near. But, today I am thinking about a great 28 day cruise around Asia undertaken with my husband in 2014.

Firstly, this was not a cruise that had been planned for years or months, although it was on my loooong list of places to visit. This was a last minute “deal” that we couldn’t pass up. We had a short time to organise ourselves but when you are on a mission you just make it happen. We always hoped that being retired we could take advantage of cheap, last minute cruise fares. So, here was our opportunity!

Our itinerary was full of exotic destinations starting in Singapore. Then followed by

  • Thailand
  • Cambodia
  • Vietnam
  • Hong Kong
  • China
  • South Korea
  • Japan

As you can see from the photos above, we managed to see some amazing places. These are just a small sample of places we visited on this cruise. Can you work out where the photos were taken? Some will be easy, some not so. Let me know in the Comments Section if you know where they were taken. Sorry, no prizes for correct answers.

All in all it was 28 days of cruising and a great way to visit amazing destinations! Fantastic! I love to cruise. Unpacking once is a huge advantage. When you travel on land, either on tour or independently, living out of your suitcase can take its toll, especially on long trips. So, to be able to hang your clothes in a wardrobe makes life much easier. There are plenty of other reasons I love to cruise. Wonderful choices of food and drinks in the restaurants and bars. Just love “happy hour” and the opportunity to try some interesting cocktails. And for me, not having to plan meals, shop for food, prepare the food, cook the meal and clean up after the meal is probably the best part. The entertainment is usually first class and there are so many other things to do. I think there is something for everyone. Whether it is shore excursions to exotic places or just finding a quiet nook to read that special book. There are plenty of classes to take advantage of such as dance (which I am not good at), Tai Chi (on the Asian cruise anyway), wine appreciation, exercise and cooking. There is also the daily Trivia competition (plenty of rivalry between teams) or you can grab a coffee and just roam around the ship discovering what is available. The choices seem to be endless. You never need to be bored.

Dinner is a great opportunity to meet other cruisers and we have met people from all over the world. We opt for flexible open dining rather than a set dining time which allows us to meet a range of people in either small or large group settings. In these scenarios I have heard many wonderful life stories. One that comes to mind is the US Vietnam Veteran who, in 2014, was making his first trip back to Vietnam since he left in the late 1960s. He mentioned how he suffered (still suffered) Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome following his war experiences. However, through all of that, he had managed to attend university and became a university professor. His trip to Vietnam was an emotional time for him but he was determined to visit the place that had shaped so much of his life. What an inspiring story. He refused to be defeated.

As you can probably tell, I enjoy cruising. It is a special type of travel. I have a few more stories up my sleeve and hope to share them with you down the track. So, please, watch this space…

Do you enjoy cruising? What is your favourite or least favourite part of cruising? I would love to hear your thoughts.

Thanks for visiting.

Ah, Athens. Thanks for the Memories.

It was the trip of a lifetime. My husband and I had long wished and dreamed and hoped and planned to travel to Europe. To see all the places we had read and learned about our whole lives. We were going to Greece, Italy, Turkey, Switzerland, France, Britain and Ireland. We would visit the ruins of the Parthenon in Athens and Ephesus and experience the Greek Islands. And as for Italy, we would visit the Vatican, Rome and all its ancient ruins. We would spend time in Naples and Pompeii and the Isle of Capri. We would explore Venice, Florence and Pisa and drive down the Amalfi Coast from Sorrento. Then on to Switzerland and France. It was amazing! The trip through Britain and Ireland would be great, as we wandered the streets of towns and cities we had only heard and read about. All in all, we would be away almost seven weeks. Yippee!! I could go on and on about that trip and I probably will in future posts – watch this space.

We had a fantastic flight with Emirates (still my favourite airline) from Brisbane to Dubai and then on to Athens. This was post-9/11 so we expected security to be high in Athens. Well, we got that wrong. After collecting our luggage we were merely ushered out into the arrivals area with no security checks. Interesting.

From there to the hotel. We were tired from our flight so had a rest and then took a walk and decided we would go to a nice looking little restaurant for dinner that night rather than eat in the hotel. Afterall, we were seasoned travelers. We had managed to fly from Australia to Greece without incident. How good were we?? We had our first meal overseas in an almost deserted restaurant (remember, it was Athens). The eatery was near the hotel so catered for tourists of which we were and still are, unashamedly. We thought we were eating late at 8pm. The Athenians don’t come out to eat until much later. I still can’t do that. Sigh.

The following evening we met our Tour Director and our traveling companions for the next three weeks. We met folks from Australia, Canada and New Zealand. We had a pleasant time of meeting and greeting and then a light dinner and an early night. The next day was the beginning of our adventure. We were visiting the Parthenon on the Acropolis, for goodness sake. Need to be on the ball.

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On the Acropolis, we were given an informative talk by our experienced local guide and afterwards explored the ruins on our own (translate to, with the other 10 thousand tourists doing the exact same thing) until it was time to board the coach (remember, it is not a bus). It was arranged that we would all have time in the Plaka and the city centre for shopping and lunch and that the coach would pick us up at a designated time. So off we went on our separate ways.

We found ourselves in a part of the Plaka that is a roadway and therefore not for pedestrian traffic. We realised that and I was stepping from the roadway onto the footpath. I literally had my right foot on the footpath and was lifting my left leg up when I felt a heavy weight on the calf of my leg. In a split second, a car tyre had nudged my leg and I immediately felt my leg begin to swell and become very painful. My first thoughts were, “Oh, no, this is the end of my holiday!” and “Ouch – that really, really hurts!”

The woman (Katherina) who ran into me, parked her car and came over to me to see if I was alright – which I wasn’t. Katherina was a consultant engineer and an academic who spoke excellent English. She was very upset and insisted on taking me to the doctor. She left her car in the city and we caught a cab to the hospital that only treats broken bones and accidents – no sick people. Well, that was an experience in itself. Athens’ cab drivers are notorious for their crazy driving and their bright yellow cabs are known as yellow demons – referring to their drivers, no doubt. We arrived at the hospital and I thought we were going to drive through the glass front doors, we were so close. However, he wanted to get me as close to the entrance as possible as my leg was swelling at a rapid rate.

Into the hospital we go and I think “where am I?” The paint is peeling off the walls and while it is clean it is quite dilapidated. Nothing like the hospitals I am used to in Australia. It wasn’t very long before I am X-rayed and then seeing a doctor, all in record time. During this time I had noticed that Katherina had discreetly slipped money to attendants and whoever needed to be hurried along to ensure we passed through the system in the minimum time. The upshot was that I had no broken bones but a very bad sprain and so I was duly strapped up and told to keep off my leg for THREE WEEKS minimum (how long was this tour , yes, that’s right THREE WEEKS argh!!). The doctor provided a handwritten recommendation (not a prescription as in Australia) for pain killers. Katherina has had the cab wait, so off we go again. We stop at the ATM for her to access some cash and then to the pharmacy to purchase my painkillers and crutches.

Then back to my hotel. Katherina is upset – Ummm, so am I, let me tell you – so she calls one of her friends who is a doctor to check me out. I am in my hotel room feeling very fragile when the older doctor arrived. Following our conversation about my medical history and my current injury, he advised that I should probably be medivacced back to Australia but given my situation, there may not be an airline that would take the risk. Well, that’s handy.

My husband says that if I have to go back home, he will miss me but … he is not going home with me. We would see about that. Following discussions with our Tour Director, we  delayed the decision to go home until after the upcoming three day cruise around the Greek Islands.

Well, that’s what we did. And, no, I didn’t fly back to Australia. I wheelchaired, crutchered and hobbled my way around Europe. I went everywhere. Even hobbling around Pompeii on their huge cobbled streets. I had waited far too long for this trip and I was NOT going home. A big thanks goes to our Tour Director, Jonathan and my wonderful tour mates for their support during that time.

There were some good things that came out of the incident. Firstly, we made some great friends that we still keep in touch with. Some live close by and we regularly meet for lunch and catchups. We have had further travels with many of those on that tour in 2009. The other is my love for travel was strengthened after that first European trip. We have since been back to Europe another few times. Each time staying a little longer. But, ah, Athens. Thanks for the memories!

Do you like to travel? Have you found yourself in unfortunate circumstances while traveling? What is your favourite thing about travel? I would love to hear your thoughts in the Comments Section. Thanks for visiting.