Coasting in the Cinque Terre

April was a fun month.  Other than our Easter meanderings in the Cotswolds I was essentially handcuffed to the table studying for my first three hour exam in years.  At the end of the month, I crushed that and Kyle and I hopped straight on a plane to Italy for a long weekend and our first glimpse at the sun in a while.  RESULT!

The Cinque Terre, not far from Pisa, is a collection of gorgeous coastal villages linked by hiking paths running through a national park.  We based ourselves in Monterosso, the largest one, and got amongst it.  Coastal means fresh seafood.  My bliss, Kyle's... tolerable.

Wandering through Monterosso, we found a place with this view to have a bite to eat.  And Kyle discovered for the both of us that pesto is amazing.  I know, everyone else knew that already.  Well, now we do too.

We used all modes of transport available to mooch between villages - the train, a ferry and, of course, our own two feet.  We didn't really get up to much, to be honest.  Just chilled out, enjoying being outside in the warmth and admiring the multi-coloured buildings.  We ate fresh fried seafood out of cones, drank house wine by the carafe, naturally there was gelati (contain your surprise, please)

We made our way back to Pisa airport a little than necessary too.  Why???  So we could get these, like every other plonker in the place.  Natch.

 
We were glad we got that sunshine too.  A couple of weeks later, we were in chilly Reykjavik.

M&K xxx

Chocolate Box Country

Over the Easter break, we decided to keep it local, so we rented a car and made our way up to the Cotswolds for the long weekend.  Renowned for its picture-perfect scenery, good enough to be put on the front of a chocolate box, we were keen to take long walks, maybe cycle a bit and take in the spring views.

We arrived late in the afternoon on the Thursday and, after a brief detour through some fields to get some cell phone reception, were greeted at the recently opened Longmeadow B&B by the owners carrying a tray of freshly brewed coffee and plates of Victoria sponge...  Delicious!  That sponge ultimately constituted our dinner.

Throughout the weekend, we pottered around the various villages, ate cream tea (what is the deal with clotted cream? How is it so scrummy?) and basically just chilled out. 

Our first stop was the comparatively large Chipping Campden, just down the road.  We gave the Badger Tea Rooms a go...  but kind of wish we hadn't, and stumbled the Campden Gallery exhibiting the works of Kurt Jackson, who we both liked (!!!).  Sadly, the paintings stayed on the gallery wall - we weren't prepared to part with the 23 grand required to obtain our favourite piece!

After that, Burton-on-the-Water and Snowshill (Bridget Jones was apparently filmed here) stand out as being particularly gorgeous.  For all the villages, it seems as though there's a building dress-code.  You must be made of a certain yellow and veined type of stone, you must have daffodils planted in your garden, thatched roof optional.

nom nom NOM NOM NOOOOOM

The food was a mixed bag, but when it was good, it was very very good.  The Ebrington Arms was a particular highlight.  I still dream of my duck liver parfait starter....  Mmmmmmmm, gooooooooooooood.  No wonder we only just scored a table!

The Cotswolds also has a castle, Broadway Tower.  So we climbed it.  Turns out, its had a varied past...  Thanks to its both picturesque and remote location, it has been favoured by local artists and was used during the Cold War to monitor nuclear fall out, with easy access to its own nuclear bunker.  Two things that I'm sure don't often go together.

Other than that, we pretty much ate chocolate...  Easter eggs were delivered with our breakfast on Easter Sunday, which was brilliant.  Religious festival = observed.

On our way back to London, we thought we'd swing by Stonehenge and take a look.  The massive queue and the 14 quid entry fee kind of put us off, so we followed the other cheap skates down the nearby country lane that offered fair-middling views without the price tag.  Whatever, it's ticked off the list!

A very relaxing and enjoyable weekend, really.  A good build up to our next adventure in Italy...

TTFN
M&K

In Bruges

Melissa:  Sweetie, where do you want to go for your birthday?
Kyle:  I want to go to Bruges and drink Belgian beer all weekend.

Well, alright then.

Head over we did, with VP and Dom for a beer-soaked weekend in the Flemish countryside at the end of March. Arriving on Friday night, we had just enough time for a late meal at Christophe, before heading off to bed.

The next morning we started exploring Bruges properly.  We wandered through the (cough) four streets soaking up the atmosphere.  Having had a pretty mild winter, spring was starting to flex its muscles so it was really lovely - quiet, still and low key.

Turns out, you CAN have too much mayo

Lunch consisted of the famous frites soaked in mayonnaise.  And when I say soaked....  We needed this fortifying nourishment as we were about to embark on our first bike tour in over a year.  Four hours through the countryside with a guy who took exception to Kyle's pink shorts. 

Picturesque warfare residue

It was fantastic.  We saw operational windmills, canals built by Napoleon and a farmer herding his flock of sheep.  Randomly, we also were introduced to the local cattle, famous because they have been bred to produce offspring so huge that the cows can't give birth without surgical help.  So they all have visible scars from their caesarean sections...  Weird!  But interesting!  To top it all off, we stopped in a wee village called Damme for a beer and a real Belgian waffle topped with chocolate ice cream.  Amazing.

 

After a wee rest, we were back on the streets for some dinner. It was at this point that the birthday boy really started to see out his aim for the weekend.  Beers were sampled while food was consumed.  We roamed the streets and found a couple of bars, one which was practically underground and had to be entered via a very low, almost Hobbit-door. Eventually, one poor beer was pushed under a table to hide it from view...  but, alas, it was too late.

The next morning, we quietly rose and gently made it to a cafe for a coffee and a croissant.  We were then rudely serenaded by an idiot constantly blowing his whistle whilst strutting about with a bass drum strapped to his stomach.  Just what we needed.  Kyle especially was not amused.

Sunday morning punishment

Not to be deterred, we made our way to our lunch reservation.  Unable to get a table for dinner at this place the night before, we settled for a three course lunch instead.  VP, Dom and I had a marvellous meal.  Kyle enjoyed his half an apple juice.  

Only I found this funny at the time.

Then, there was just time for a final wander through the streets.  We made it into the courtyard of the bell tower, but none of us could really face the queue or the climb up to the top.  Thank goodness we didn't have time.  Instead, one of our party took the opportunity to have a wee power nap, which seemed to have an amazing restorative effect.  Suddenly perky, it was time to head back to train station and return to London.


Overall, a good time had by all but, sometimes, you have to be careful what you wish for.

M&K

Summer Down South

New Year's Eve 2013 was spent at 10,000 feet winging our way home to ole Un-Zud for the first time in two years.  The cherry on the top was that the flight attendants were handing out Singapore Slings.  Fantastic.

Invited to attend the beautiful wedding of one of Kyle's school mates and his stunning bride in Petone also gave us the long awaited opportunity to catch up with friends and family.  Not to mention sample some of the countries finest wares that are no longer at our finger tips.

Tip top - we love you.

After a few days of rain of the kind we'd not experienced since we'd left, Wellington thankfully put on a pearler for Dave's special day - where we took part in our first ceilidh! 

It was a jam packed 10 days.  We visited as many people as we could, saw how children had grown and met the new ones who'd arrived (all over the place - honestly, is there something in the water???).  Mum was brilliant at helping us cross all our culinary requirements off the list and we visited a few of our favourite old haunts too.  Big shout out to the pepper steak pie on the drive round the bays.

On our way back to the UK, we stopped off in Singapore for a few days to break up the trip and to have a look around at the Chinese New Year festivities.

Year of the Horse

Only our second visit to an Asian country, we got amongst the food and drink, including the eye-poppingly good, bright purple dragonfruit juice and resident dish, chilli crab.

And the sights and sounds.  We visited the Singapore Zoo night safari, wandered down Orchard Road and past the waterfront, complete with Merlion.

All in all, it was a good couple of weeks away.  Fantastic to see everyone again, even if it was only for a very short while. 

Joyeux Noel 2013

Paris at Christmas...  Must be romantic and festive...  Right?

Sadly for me, I was WELL hungover by the time we got on the train.  Twas the work Christmas do the night before, which I enjoyed slightly too much.  Oops.  Anyway, so we found ourselves on the Eurostar, one of us in a jumper with a reindeer on the front.  Nice.  Needless to say, I slept all the way there with my mouth open and didn't care one little bit.

After a quiet night of re-hydration via cranberry juice and bizarrely cold steak and a brief wander of the almost red light district where our apartment turned out to be, we set about ticking off the sites we'd missed in our first trip to gay Paree back in March 2012.

First up, Notre Dame.  Another gorgeous cathedral...  I had to drag my tired, sorry behind around as Kyle set what seemed to be a furious pace.  Meanie.

We found that bridge where people attach padlocks of eternal love.  There were thousands of them - the only conclusion to draw, in the immortal words of Hugh Grant, is that, actually, love really is all around.

After that, there was another mightily long yet aesthetically pleasing walk down to Napoleon's completely well proportioned tomb.  He didn't have small man syndrome at all.  Nope!  Europe's arguably smallest dictator now lies in the below.

Such reservation

It was a beautiful day, so what else should we do but walk some more?  So we wandered back through the Trocadero Gardens up to the Palais de Chaillot for a view le Tour Eiffel as dusk started to fall.  The Gardens were lined with Christmas Markets, but we were unenthused.  The memory of our Dusseldorf fail was still very fresh and, besides, chowing down on bratwurst while in France just doesn't seem right.  Even at Christmas.  But the view was difficult to beat.

Second favourite hunk of metal

After that, we found an amazing restaurant down the road called L'Apibo for a five course chef's tasting menu of complete deliciousness.  Thank goodness, too.  We had started to think you couldn't eat well in Paris.  But you can!  After all that walking, we deserved a decent meal.  And then more walking!



We went to check on Mary M before trundling back to the apartment for some sleep.

 

The next morning was another pearler.  Perfect for more walking - this time, after girding ourselves with some croissants and coffee, we meandered through the Tuileries Garden, where we stopped by a pond to rest and watch the birds (and maybe have a sneaky wee nap).

Not bad at all for "winter"

Then it was off down the Champs-Elysees to the Arc de triomphe.  Last time we were there it was a really grim day, so it was good to see it with its Sunday best on, so to speak.

Gorgeous.  The Arc's not bad, either.

Following that, there was only really time to head back, grab our stuff and make our way back to London.

Two weeks later, it was Christmas for real.  We were very fortunate to be adopted by the wider Von D clan for an amazing family feast and frivolity.  A thoroughly enjoyable end to another fab year. 

Lovely jubbly,
M&K xxx

Random Pre-Christmas Fun

Late last year, I was forced, kicking and screaming all the way, back into an (albeit haphazard and fair weather only) exercise regime.  The culprit?  One, Louise Yarrall.

I was signed up for a Pretty Muddy run to raise money for Breast Cancer Research - a worthy cause, as always.  As the name suggests, this race involves running, in mud.

Before

After

Since that went really well and was huge fun, Teams Reid and von Yarrall were then entered into a Santa Run through Battersea Park.  Yep, hundreds of people running while dressed as santa.  Good times!

Ready to race!

Warming up with some festive aerobics

We also paid a visit to the Harry Potter studios, which had been decked out for Christmas (i.e. covered in fake snow).  So cool!  It had all the sets, including the potions room, with self-stirring cauldrons, Griffindor common room etc etc and all the costumes, creatures and special effects.  Highly entertaining.

 

 

 

Just a "leetle" bit excited...

 

 

We had been excited by the prospect of trying Butterbeer...  but it turns out it was really sweet, really gritty, and really gross.  Oh well, put on a brave face!

 

Mmmm, butterbeer....

Is there time for one more trip before the year's end?  Yeah....  probably....

Au revoir!

M&K xxx

You Can't Win 'Em All

Last year, we had an amazing time in Vienna mooching around Christmas markets, eating Christmassy food, drinking Christmassy drinks, humming Christmassy songs and generally feeling Christmassy.  It was such a good time, we were inspired to try to repeat the fun with different surroundings.  Dusseldorf was recommended, not only for itself, but also it's proximity to Cologne, and so we booked some tickets for a weekend at the end of November.

And so began the epic fail.

We arrived on the Friday night and wandered down to the river front to start taking in the atmosphere.  We ate reibekuchen (similar to last year's kartoffelpoffel) with apple sauce and drank gluhwein.  We rode the, erm, Dusseldorf Eye while drinking gluhwein - very little skill required there, I might add.  All was going well and we fell asleep planning to hit Cologne the next day and then cover the rest of Dusseldorff on the Sunday.

On Saturday we navigated our way to the train station, managed to buy two tickets to Cologne from the confusing ticket machines and boarded a train.  As it pulled out of the station, Kyle started to investigate where exactly the Markets were...  What do you know?  They were due to start the next weekend....!  So we hopped off the train again at the first stop and headed back to D-town.

So the rest of Saturday was spent roaming the streets, drinking all the gluhwein (red and white, oh the variety) and eating all the reibekuchen.

Argh, this is so hard to write - the lameness intensified...

Mmmm, pensioner brekkie

We thought we could spend the Sunday rinsing and repeating Saturday's Plan B, but fate had other plans...  It turns out, the last Sunday in November, in Germany, is something-a-rather Day of the Dead.  The day where you stay home, be quiet and remember... the dead.  Needless to say, 98% of the shops were shut.  So we had brunch with some pensioners, ate ice cream in a closed shopping mall in the middle of winter and then went to the airport 2 hours early and "watched" the ABs play Ireland on our phones.

It is NEVER too cold for ice cream, especially when it is the ONLY thing to do

Boo.  Hiss.  Crappy.