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What I Lost While Travelling

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Those of you who have been following my blog know that a large part of my trip to Europe was to take my grandmother’s ashes home to Germany. To take her home one last time. I needed to do this to say goodbye. For two years before that I closed myself off from others, from my own feelings and from the people that I love to a rather large degree.

Travelling helped me find myself, find some semblance of closure and my subsequent trip to Thailand has changed the way I think and feel about myself and gave me a renewed sense of love for those around me. I took the traits of kindness, compassion, mercy and love to heart and now try to live like that everyday. I am now the person I used to be, the person I wanted to be again.

For as much as I gained by leaving I also lost something special the moment I decided to go. I lost my significant other, my best friend, my love. In order to get myself right and do the things I needed to do to be me again I ignored the issues we had and was of the mentality that when I got back and was better we would work everything out. Well, I got back from my trip and she moved out. She felt abandoned and alone and I can’t blame her for that. I mentally and emotionally could not be there for her before this, because of the grief I felt. It was not healthy for me, it was not healthy for her. When I got home, it was too late.

I don’t regret many things in life however this is one of them. My inability to feel in turn caused her undue stress and pain. I didn’t know how to deal with it even though some part of me knew I had to. The problem was that I was so focused on my own thoughts and my own stresses and my own hardships that I didn’t take hers into consideration. I waved them off as small details. They were the details that mattered most and I ignored them.

We have been apart for over 6 months and she is with someone else now. I’m not bitter or angry about it because I want her to be happy, I want her to live the life she’s meant for. If it includes me in even some small way then I am a better person for having at least that.

The reason I am telling you guys all of this and the reason I’m talking about it at all is simple. Should you decide to travel, for whatever reason, make sure you are aware of the things you could lose when you are gone. Whether those are friends, family, spouses, a great job or whatever else you leave behind to live your life how you want it. I took the fact that she would be there when I got back from Europe for granted and that is my burden to bare. I have to own it and understand it. It’s not something I want to have to happen a second time.

We all have to be aware of the consequences of our actions, life goals, aspirations, and dreams. Many times our wants and needs can affect others negatively. On the other hand, people have to do what makes them happy. It’s balancing act that can have multiple outcomes, just make sure it’s the right outcome for you, too.

Disclaimer : To those that may read this that know her and know me, I ask that you keep it to yourself. We aren’t linked by social media anymore and she doesn’t need to know that I wrote all of this. It’s part of my process and helped to explain my point from a personal stand point. Thank you in advance for your understanding in this matter.

Island Life – Part One

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Neil and I left for Krabi Town from Chiang Mai via plane, we wanted to get to the islands and this was the fastest (less than two days the night trains would take) and cheapest (if you go by time vs cost factors) way to get closer. We landed in Krabi. The original plan was to use this as a jump point to head to the surrounding Islands. We found a decently rated hostel that was pretty cheap for a private room. We figured out why that was, once we entered the room. The smell hit me like a cement truck barreling down the street. It smelled of durian fruit and nightmares and the bed felt like a re-purposed wooden door. For those unfamiliar with durian, it is a pungent, gym sock smelling fruit that is actually really tasty to me. The nightmares part, well, you can guess what that might smell like, I’ll leave it to your imagination. Regardless, this place was awful and Neil and I decided pretty much immediately that we would move elsewhere in the morning. We used the evening wisely, looking for food markets and seeing what was in the immediate area. Even if we found nothing, I would have been happy just not being in that room.

On our mini excursion there were strange sculptures, odd traffic lights in the shape of cave men which were holding the lights and of course, street food vendors. Now, to be honest, I didn’t take a lot of pictures from here on out, as I was still reeling from the near loss of my camera in our previous segment. That being said, sometimes it’s nice to leave all your bags and just go, without any sort of hindrance to anything that could occur. Wan’t to swim in the river? Without a camera bag attached to you, you can!

We got back to the smelly room and I am pretty sure it sucked out my soul as I slept. So with that in mind, and a good soul and body scrub needed we took off in the morning for Ao Nang, the beach resort area of Krabi.

Deciding to stay at an actual resort for one night was one of the greatest ideas we had. It allowed us to recharge, have overpriced buffet meals, swim in pools where ocean salt would not cake you body and just relax on soft, oh so soft beds. It was so nice, we stayed an extra night. We took one excursion to a few islands while here, among them the Island that they touted as where the movie “The Beach” was filmed. It was an extremely wonderful beach with pristine waters and splendid views, albeit was touristy beyond belief. A far cry from the uninhabited oasis that we saw in the movie.

Our days were ended in this area, our next stop was to be Koh Samui and will be part two of my Island life segment.

What to do When Your Travel Partner has an Expired Passport and you Leave in 3 Days

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I asked Neil if his passport was good to go. His reply was something along the lines of “I don’t see why it wouldn’t be”. This was on Thursday, we leave tomorrow which is Sunday. I asked him to humour me and go grab it. Before he looked at it I requested to see it first. He handed it over and I opened it. I saw the worst possible thing I could see. It expired in July of 2015. He thought I was messing with him when I hung my head and said an expletive under my breath. I handed it back and he saw what I saw. Instant freaking out on his part, laughter on mine. I guess that’s how my brain decided to deal with the potential dream crush that Neil was facing.

We spent the night scouring the internet for information and creating contingency plans. You see, we only have one passport office within a huge distance. They are open Monday to Friday and on their website they state you can do an emergency passport request but it takes one business day. This is heartbreaking at the time because we had exactly one day, Friday, to get his passport.

During this time we went to a twenty four hour pharmacy to get new passport photos, stopped at a whiskey bar for a really amazing old fashioned, printed off our itineraries and got everything else together to make it as easy as possible to do his renewal.

The contingency plans mentioned above were varied and some were downright crazy. If you go back a few years it took so long to get a passport because all of our information had to be sent to a central office in Ottawa, Ontario. One of our plans was to have them make it there, take a flight immediately and pick it up from their central office. The other plan was to get it sent to the only office open on a Saturday, in Whitby, Ontario, take a flight to Toronto, drive to Whitby, pick it up, and skip the first flight that we would have had out of Winnipeg. Just take the flight out of Toronto to Shanghai since we were there anyway. Some less insane options were along the lines of changing all three flight for Neil, which would have been a huge amount of money, or cancel it, which neither of us wanted.

So with all the potential options in our heads we decided to be the first people in line at the passport office and take our chances and then either be golden or go with a crazy alternative.

Fast forward to Friday at 7am. Neil is still freaking out at this point, which is absolutely warranted. I was taking it a little more in stride and telling him that regardless of what happens I would work something out. I’m a fixer, always have been, and I wasn’t going to let this ruin things, no matter what.

We walked up to the lady at the office, explained the situation and made our best attempts at what could only be described as Bambi eyes. She looked up, asked how Neil didn’t know, he gave an answer. She paused, looked back at the computer, and looked back up. I wasn’t sure if she was toying with us or was looking at options. With a smile, she said it wouldn’t be a problem and that he could have it as early at 3:30pm the same day.

So for all of our scheming, worrying, looking at silver linings, making plans and Neil looking like he was on the verge of throwing up, it was unnecessary. Apparently they now print them at the office in our city and it’s a hell of a lot easier to do.

So all in all, in regards to the title of this post, you freak out for a while, work out alternative plans, get to the office and have your passport in nine hours. It could have ended much worse than it did and I, for one, am glad it did not. I really didn’t want to have to do any of the plans we came up with.

With sighs of relief from both of us, we left the government agency and went for breakfast. All was well in the world again.

Never give up hope. There are always options. Some may be pretty, some may be ugly, some may be insane, but there are always fixes to situations in life. Whether it be travel or anything else, if you want something, don’t give up on it.

We fly out at 9am tomorrow morning and are in store for a long day and a half of flights, airports, naps and excitement. I am looking very forward to all of it.

Cheers!

Two Weeks Until Take Off!

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We are quickly approaching our departure to Thailand. As each day goes by I get more and more excited to embark on the trip to one of my top three bucket list destinations. Another was scratched off the list in Europe (Prague) so just one more to go. Granted, I doubt I will stop there, nor will I lose my sense of Wanderlust but it is always good to have goals.

Neil is currently enveloped in a move with his girlfriend from their apartment to a house. The move combined with his first half way around the world trip, not knowing what to expect and being on such short notice has him pretty stressed out.

The saving grace is the fact that we aren’t really planning anything. Which, if you read my last post, was the agreement we made about the trip. Essentially, as of now, we have the first hostel in Bangkok booked for four days and a tattoo booked with a Buddhist monk within that same time frame. After that we are going to take things as they come and not stress out about where we want to be. We will let the winds take us where they may and depending on who we meet things could change in a matter of a second. Split decisions are what I like, it keeps me on my toes and feels more in line with what I am like in my non-travelling life. Both Neil and I are pretty go with the flow kind of people and I think this particular quality that we share will make our stay in Thailand infinitely more enjoyable and will allow us to feel far less rushed.

I made a promise to myself to get over a fear or two of that I have while on this adventure. The main one, a fear of heights, is my primary target. I hope to, I don’t know, maybe climb up a mountain or fly around a jungle or something, no clue yet. If this goal can fall in line with the no ahead of time planning aspect then I will definitely be doing it.

I will be posting one or two more times before we leave. The next one will likely be the gear list, including pics.

Keep your eyes on the horizon! If you will be in Thailand from September 29th until October 22nd, let me know, maybe we can hang out or at least grab a beer!

It’s Official! Off to the Land of Smiles

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I am beyond excited to be leaving home again on the 27th of September. Thailand has been on my list since as long as I can remember. Finally, this dream is becoming a reality.

As of right now, my very good friend Neil will be coming with me on this trip. He is just as stoked as I am. We aren’t going in with much of a plan other than get there, get to our first hostel and see where travel takes us. We know we will be spending a few days in Bangkok and that we will be heading to Chiang Mai for a larger portion of time. Renting scooters and booting it around northern Thailand is a definite possibility as well, using Chaing Mai as a base camp of sorts. Kind of a scooter travel extravaganza as it were.

That is what we will call the skeleton of the trip. Anything that happens in between will be as we go. Perhaps an impromptu flight to Vietnam? Maybe a delve into Cambodia? Essentially we do not want to overload ourselves, and have made the agreement to have slower, spontaneous travel and see where the wind takes us. I may also end up getting a new tattoo from a monk. I’m pretty sure that’s on my itinerary as of now.

Again, I am beyond ecstatic about this journey we are going to take. I’ll keep you all posted as things happen. This is one of those trips that I might just get my wish of having a ridiculous, over the top, crazy once in a lifetime story to tell; One can only hope.

So, as far as the blog is concerned over the next 3 weeks, we will talk about the process, trials and tribulations of getting things sorted and the gear we are taking as well as packing techniques and general information.

We’ll talk soon, promise! Keep your eyes on the horizon!

Thirty Days of Europe Recap and What Comes Next

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I want to start off by saying I feel truly blessed to have been able to take this adventure. From the sights, to the sounds, to the food, to the personal reasons that I went. Everything turned out great.

Now I know normally when someone takes an extended life break to go somewhere else in the world they often come back with a horror story of some kind. Their camera gets stolen, they miss flights, they lose luggage; Things we all hear about and dread experiencing.

I don’t really have one of those crazy stories of hardship on the road. Part of me is thankful for that, and part of me is sad about it. I don’t have an insane one of a kind tale to tell, but what I do have are stories of personal growth, making changes, fulfilling promises and enjoying life.

I got to go to places that I’ve dreamed of for so long, I got to take my Oma home one last time. I got Cecile to drink far too much really shitty Italian liquor and walk the streets (sorry again for the day after, heh), I got to spend thirty days with my birth mother, as mentioned above, which I think brought us closer together than we were before. I experienced so many things, saw so much, and reveled in it the entire time. It taught me a lot about myself and a lot about others; Their cultures, dynamics, history, views, the list of items could go on, so I’ll stop there. I learned, through trial by fire, how to use my camera more efficiently and properly. I took something like five thousand pictures and still have ye to go through a lot of them.

If I had to have one drawback of the experience, it was that I learned that seeing ten countries in thirty days is a bit too fast for me. I would have liked to cut the country list by about two or three places. The flip-side of this statement is that after going to these places I now know the countries to cut, where I really didn’t before. So perhaps that makes my slow down point moot? Maybe, but I still think if I ever have the chance to do it again, it would be be at a slower rate.

On that point, if I ever do Europe again, it would likely contain mainly countries in the east. Not only are they easier on the wallet but also the people seems much more available. By that I mean eastern Europeans seemed way more laid back, far easier to approach and speak with about a veritable gambit of topics. The next European adventure would likely contain Croatia, Hungary and Romania. Those would be my big three.

Those that have been following me know that I was fired from my job the Friday before we were to get on the plane. They had agreed to the time off, even had me work extra days to make up for it, then let me go due to “restructuring”, whatever that means. Essentially it was the only way my boss could legally get rid of me (him and I did not see eye to eye on the way he treated people and my drivers, which I brought up on numerous occasions, guess he didn’t like that). So rather than let it get me down, well, I just didn’t. Once we got back, reality kinda set in that I have a mortgage to pay, bills, responsibilities. Even so, I kinda just said screw it the other day and have decided to go to Thailand in two to four weeks. I figure I can still do it right now, without much of a consequence, so why not? Then when I get back the intense job hunt can begin.

So going forward, should Thailand become a reality, you will hear from me while I travel the Land of Smiles! I hope you can join me on that adventure as well.

As always, keep your eyes on the horizon!

Germany – Taking Oma Home

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It’s been a tough blog entry for me to write this time around. This story is primarily about my Oma (grandmother in German). It’s been difficult for me to finish because every time I start I get ultra emotional and find it difficult to formulate into words how amazing and special she was to me. I want this post to be as close to perfect that I can get it, she was and is worth every word.

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This is Margaretha Heck, my Oma, or Omi as I called her from the time I could speak. She died suddenly, in November of 2012; It was the single hardest day of my life. This -oh so- strong, brilliant, eloquent, kind, caring and wonderful woman basically raised me from the time I was a baby until I was fourteen years old while both of my parents worked. I learned so much from her and idolized her in a way that I cannot explain. She is my heart, and always will be. I miss her terribly. Just writing this and remembering her face, her laugh, her voice….

It was very painful for me for a long time because I never really got to say goodbye. I didn’t get to say goodbye to the most important person in my life and I lost my heart that day, in more ways than one.

I decided the day she died, or very very soon after, that I wanted to do something for her that she always talked about doing but always made excuses why she shouldn’t, she was pretty stubborn like that. I was a little late but, I took her home, one last time. I wish she could have been alive to see it. I hope she still did, in some way.

I knew during this trip I had to go to Germany to accomplish what I set out to do. It ended up being our last stop before heading back home (thank you Cecile for agreeing to go there, it meant a lot to me).

I enlisted the help of my dad for driving directions from Frankfurt to Bühlerzell and he decided to print off about twenty maps, all section by section, complete with his red marker notes. Thanks dad!

Bühlerzell is a town of approximately fifteen hundred people. This was where Omi was born and grew up. Her father was the principal of the school, which also doubled as their home. This home is now city hall, so it made it easy to find, along with dad’s maps.

My plan was for her as much as it was for me. I wanted to spread her ashes at the place she was born in order to fulfill my promise to myself of taking her home and in the process getting to say goodbye how I wanted and needed to. I originally did not plan on visiting her oldest friend from childhood, Tilly, as well as the extended family that that brought with it. I did change my mind however, as I realized that they never got to say goodbye either and for me to be selfish and only think of myself in this situation would have been exactly what Omi would have given me shit for. So, thinking of her and what she would want, I buried half of the ashes in the flower gardens at city hall (it just so happened that the flowers were her favorite ones) and took the container with the other half and ventured a block and half down the road to Tilly’s house.

I knocked on the door and the look of surprise on Tilly’s face was great. However it was because my dad told them I was going to be coming the day before I actually got there. They had invited the entire family over and everyone was gathered there to see us and we didn’t show (Thanks again, Dad :P).

See, the issue is that I do not speak German very well. I understand it and can listen but I cannot communicate back which is why having the family there the day before was important, as some can speak English. So what did Tilly do now that we were a day late? She called her grandchildren to come by as translators instead. The day went by swimmingly. A few hiccups in communication but an overall great experience. So with the day winding to a close, I presented her with the container with the last half of Omi’s ashes. Things got emotional and we shared a moment that will forever be ingrained in my head. She looked at me with teary eyes and thanked me many times. I saw it then, the same thing I felt when I buried her at the flowers. A small sense of closure, and while sad, a small happiness that she now gets to say goodbye as well.

I’ve been told since coming back home that when Tilly dies then Omi’s ashes will be buried in the coffin with her so that they can remain best friends, together in the afterlife. I found this especially heartwarming and thoughtful. Tilly gets to do what she needs to do for herself and for Omi as much as I did and I am glad that I changed my mind about going there. It was necessary and the right thing to do.

Since getting back to Winnipeg, the piece of my heart is still missing, but the rest of my heart is getting stronger and picking up the slack. I don’t know if I even want the piece back fully because I don’t want to forget. I want to always be able to remember her face and mannerisms from memory instead of pictures. This lets me do that.

Rest in Peace Omi, I’m glad we got to say goodbye. I will always miss you, love you and cherish you for the the person you were. I want to thank you for helping me so much and influencing me in all the ways you did to make me the person I am today.

Ok, well, that’s the end of Europe. I still have work to do, a recap blog, pictures to post and a couple of other goodies to deal with.

I’m thinking about going to Thailand for three weeks, pretty soon actually, perhaps within the next month or so. More on that later.

I wanted to thank all the people that took the time to read my story so far and to those that have followed me along the way. I will continue to put out content as quickly as I can.

It’s All Greek To Me

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Sorry for the delayed posting of this. I’ve been back home for a few weeks now and have been dealing with a large amount of personal issues that have made it difficult to concentrate on other things.

We left Greece three days before they closed the banks this time around. I had no idea there were any further issues until we were already out and in Germany. While there however, you almost couldn’t tell there was massive debt, a high unemployment rate or that people were struggling. We spoke to a fair number of people that said the issues Greece had to face were no where near as bad as the media makes it out to be. Granted one person was a jeweler that likely was doing pretty well for himself regardless. Another was the artist that did my tattoo. He told me that the problems were essentially caused by people under twenty five to thirty years old. Basically, they want to complain about the situations but they don’t want to work. He said that there are jobs if people want them but the youth of Greece have a very large sense of entitlement and refuse work when it is presented.

We got to Frankfurt and heard about the bank closures, the limitation on ATM withdrawals as well as lack of ability to pay by credit card and how this affected travelers on holidays. I’m glad we had the time in Greece and just as happy we didn’t get stuck there due to the issues.

Despite all of the nay-saying people have been doing over the course of this whole problematic relationship between Greece and the European bank the people of Greece were awesome, friendly, accommodating and all around pleasant to meet and speak with about anything from the issues themselves to just small talk (they do it well). The Grecian people we spoke with seem to be taking be everything in stride. It’s a mantra I can relate to given the issues I’m dealing with right now myself.

Most of our time was spent in Athens proper. Our hotel (Hotel Attalos) was small but nice and the hotel staff was great. The shining jewel of this establishment was that the roof top bar they have gave a direct view of the Acropolis on the hillside. Speaking of which, guess where we went? That’s right, the Acropolis. The attraction was busy but I didn’t feel crowded like it was in Rome. Once again, however, the other attractions that were associated with the ticket price seemed to have been overlooked by the general public. There were a total of ten or so attractions you could see and most of them had just a handful of people partaking. It reminds me of the people that go to the Louvre only to see the Mona Lisa, which is a shame and does not make a lot of sense to me. There is so much more to see and do outside of the “top” attractions in each city you visit.

We did end up taking a single day island trip to Hydra. This place was a gem, so let me tell you about it. You see, there are only two motorized vehicles on the island. One is the Ford F150 with a small water tank on the back that serves as their fire truck and the other is the garbage truck. Other than that there are boats but nothing else on land. The silence was astounding. You can hear yourself think there, which was quite refreshing.

Hyrda is filled, and I do mean filled, with roaming cats. No one owns them and everyone owns them all at once. The town as a whole takes responsibility for these animals. They are allowed in all the shops that line the coast. It was pretty nice to see something like that. Unfortunately I did not get to my camera in time to take a photograph of a man, bags in hand, calling out to the cats and the cats running to him from every direction. Out of houses, shops, alleys, bushes or whatever else they were in/on/around. Seeing a dozen cats all running at him from different directions then following him home was pretty great although for a moment I had horror movie speculations about what would happen to him as they were lunging at the bags he was carrying to get at the food.

Our seven hours in Hydra were over after a small meal at one of the many restaurants then we were back on the hydrofoil jetting back to Athens.

We only had three days or so in Greece but I would like to go back. Perhaps more island hopping or staying the entire time on Crete (which is ultra cheap by the way). I don’t know if it was because the end of the trip was fast approaching or if it was just because Greece is well, Greece, but I really liked the country as a whole. Laid back, fun, inexpensive, impressive and friendly among other things would be words to describe the form and function of Greece and how I felt while there. There are other places I need to see in my life, but Greece is on the short list of spots to revisit.

I’ll be writing about Germany next, our last stop in Europe, which had an intensely personal meaning for me to go there. It will be a very emotional post for me and likely the longest one I will write. I should have it out within the next five days or so. Bear with me, will ya? Thanks, I appreciate it.

Until next time, keep your eyes on the horizon.

Prague, my Favorite City so Far.

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We got in at six in the morning by train from Krakow. We got to the hotel by tram and from the moment we stepped off the tram and crossed our first bridge I knew Prague would simply be magical, purely and truly. The area we stayed in was filled with colorful and ornate buildings. Each door was custom and different. Art was everywhere you turned, whether it was being sold by people on the street and on the Charles bridge or on the buildings and structures themselves. We were essentially outside of the main tourist area, but close enough that it was a medium length walk to the center square. Performers are everywhere, from classical instruments to side show type spectacles. One Irishman was doing a show that involved whipping his volunteer and ended with him laying on broken glass which happened to be smashed in front of us and created from the beers he was drinking all afternoon while doing his show.

The city is alive and there is a buzz in the air at most times of the day. It’s not just tourists, it’s locals too. Granted most places, even coffee shops surprisingly, don’t open until eleven in the morning. Even with that there were people out as early as six or seven jogging, commuting, talking with friends on the street. Its very active even though you would assume it wouldn’t be given the opening times. Our first days were spent walking around, sampling the Czech food, drinking beers and Cecile shopping for art and jewelry, which was great. After the hustle of Paris and the emotions of Auschwitz it was nice to just chill out for a bit.

We stayed at a hotel in the Mala Strana district. It was a pleasant, clean, well kept hotel. We had a suite instead of a regular room and it was really spacious and comfortable. The receptionist at the hotel, Eva, was simply a dream. She made phone calls for taxi’s and rental cars, got our room ready early, and made arrangements for a great many things. She was the single greatest hotel receptionist that I have ever had the pleasure of meeting.

Truthfully the car rental we got was in order to head over the Vienna, Austria for a day, which turned into getting a hotel and staying the night. Vienna was less awesome than expected. In fact I don’t really know what I expected. I was in Austria when I was a kid and we were in the Alps back then. I figured Vienna would remind me of that. Old school houses, nice scenery and the like. It didn’t. It had almost zero old world charm and granted we were only there for twenty four hours but I expected more of it. The saving grace of Vienna was St. Stephen’s Cathedral. Now, if you’ve been keeping up with my site and blog then you already know I’m a sucker for Gothic architecture. This is the reason that this church was the highlight of this particular city for me. We left Vienna with a sense of wishing there was more to it. Again, we were there for a single day, these are my impressions based on old memories that I wish were more prevalent and the fact that we didn’t explore much other than city center. Take my take on Vienna with a grain of salt, I’m sure it’s awesome when you have more time.

The drive back to Prague however was crazy! We decided to take some back roads instead of the main highway. This was great, really great. It was like being in a rally car. I was navigating and calling the upcoming turns and whether they were sharp or not while Cecile was driving. Keep in mind that some of these roads were single lanes and you had two way traffic. It was pretty intense and absolutely fun!

We were both really happy to be back in Prague and we decided to go to a musical performance that was part symphony and part opera. It was held in an old church in the tourist district, a few minutes from the Charles bridge. The acoustics were impressive and the voice of the soprano was amazing. She had a very large range and actually managed to make me tear up a couple of times. It was overall a great and moving performance on all fronts. The same day we went to a theater show, which broke my brain. It was kind of an Alice in Wonderland story, but not actually a retelling. It was a show about how the author of the books was telling a dying child the things Alice was doing after the books, but again, not really. It was done in black light and interpretative dance. It had clowns and Jewish ghosts, was based in Prague as a setting and confused the hell out of me. I had no idea what was happening, nor did most of the others there, from the reactions I saw. It was kind of about Alice’s maturation and finding love, but again, and I cannot stress this enough, this is coming from a person that had no clue what was going on. I would recommend you stay away from shows named Aspects of Alice and for those that have seen is and can tell me what I watched please comment and tell me because I’d like to know.

Our last day was spent going through the exhibits and buildings at Prague Castle. Again, a massive Gothic Cathedral that took my breath away, more than any other Gothic structure yet. The stained glass was crisp and colorful. The architecture itself was stunning and was everything I hoped for when we stepped in the doors. Other parts of the Castle included an exhibition on the history of the area as well exhibitions on torture devices, palaces and treasures. Overall, an impressive collection of activities that took us about six hours to go through. A pleasant way to spend our last day there.

I would recommend Prague to pretty much anyone I can. It’s a great city, filled with many characters, many stories and many fun and exciting things to do. It’s fast paced and slow all at once, depending on you and what you want out of the city. It quickly became my favorite city I’ve visited due to the culture, diversity, art and sense of life you can feel there.

I’ll be posting pictures later on, as it have thousands to sort through. I will create a gallery and update you guys on it.

Next up will be Rome and just a heads up, I hated it there. More on that later.

Keep your eyes on the horizon!

Spain and Relaxation

/ Terry Heck / 3 Comments

We touched down in Malaga, Spain and immediately I felt the difference in climate from Ireland, which was expected but still pleasant. Our cab driver pointed out landmarks and points of interest on the way to the hotel and explained how to get around on the transit system. He was very helpful. The language barrier is a little difficult to circumvent here however you can pretty much get by with a mixture of strange gestures, body language, pointing and rudimentary Spanish. I expected Malaga to be sort of a relaxing portion of my journey. It did not disappoint.

Out hotel was in a local neighborhood, outside of the city center, so when we woke up we decided to explore our immediate surroundings. Immediate surroundings ended up being walking around for 2 hours aimlessly in order to locate various things, see sights and get the lay of the land. We stopped in at a small eatery for a beer and a small reprieve from the Spanish sun. Business hours are odd in Spain, like really odd. People close up shop from noon or one o’clock until four or five in the evening daily. Lunch doesn’t take place until later afternoon and it seems as though people don’t eat dinner until after eight at night. This is ultimately very strange for someone who comes from a much different way of timing their days. So when we stopped at this small restaurant I ordered two beers, one for me and one for mum. I went back for a second one for me and I guess they closed during this time, or at least weren’t serving but were still letting people use the patio. I was ridiculed in Spanish after pointing at a beer and asking for one. She was pointing at me while talking to her family that worked there, they started laughing and then she gave me shit. Regardless, I got my beer, she got her money and everyone left happy and satisfied. Oh! Did I mention beers were only 1.50 euros here? Mental!

We decided to walk a few more blocks and came upon a small open set of doors, the smells coming from it were awesome. Apparently we found a place that sells fresh made sandwiches, whole rotisserie chickens, liquor, beer and random premade tapas. The bill for 2 sandwiches a beer and a water came to 7 euros. Once again, mental! This is such a change from Ireland and Sweden. The cheapness of Malaga got me super excited. What other deals could we find?

After eating half of our giant sandwiches we hopped on the local bus to go to city center, which also happens to be a touristy walking/shopping/eating plaza the equivalent of about six or so city blocks, squared. The main city of Malaga hosts three hundred thousand permanent residents, and within this space are over 1300 restaurants. Beers in this area are double that of an outside neighborhood, boo I say!

We went to a huge Spanish Catholic cathedral, it was amazingly decorated and the architecture was phenomenal. After that we took a horse drawn carriage tour from city center to the port area and back, all the while being told about what we were seeing, in Spanish of course. I managed to get the names of most things but not much else. Thus concluded day one.

Today we were supposed to go to Morocco, this did not happen. After doing a little more research we decided against it. The day tours you can take are mostly filled with being hounded by merchants that have deals with the tour operators. As per reviews these same merchants are at each location you stop at, I personally did not want to deal with the bullshit and waste my time and money. I’ll get to Morocco one day, but on my own terms and likely farther inland than Tangier. Instead of Morocco we opted for continuing with Spain as a relaxing, laid back, slow walk kind of visit. We visited both a Moorish castle from the twelfth century and a Spanish castle from around the same time. The Moorish castle was magnificent, filled with old relics, original building layouts and many many viewpoints that overlooked Malaga. The Spanish castle was a trip and a half to get to. We walked up thirty five degree inclines for about a kilometer to get to the entrance. This is the highest point you can get to within city limits. The castle itself was pretty bare, which was disappointing, however the views from the top were amazing. This kind of killed the relaxing part but it was good to do non the less.

I’ve noticed the longer you spend here the easier it is to adapt to Spanish time. I think tomorrow I’ll sleep until noon then have a further lazy day to end off Spain.

After that we are flying to Paris which will be another whirlwind of a stop, jam packed with a ton of things we both want to see and do. I’m glad Spain was more of a gentle rest of a destination as it let us recharge our batteries for the upcoming craziness that is Paris.

Until next time, keep your eyes on the horizon!