Saturday 20 August 2011

Zurich, Switzerland: To venture out or not to venture out?

We stopped in Zurich to get a new train to Salzberg in Vienna. By this point we were all mega tired, and train prices had meant that we were coping on just one of cup of tea every few hours (hard work). It was debateable how much of Zurich we would push ourselves to see in just half an hour, having consumed so little caffeine...



The station. Which had a giant double decker bus parked inside it for no apparent reason.



Nice bell.

'Shall We?'
- a question posed by old housemate Charlie Mallard in response to all adventure-related suggestions...
Helen: Hey Charlie, shall we bake cakes and then eat them on the doorstep in our pyjamas?"
Charlie: Shall we?

No. Let's just gaze out across this bridge while it's sunny and then get back on the train for a top-up...

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Tuesday 16 August 2011

Interlaken, Switzerland: Scraping about in the mountains


The next place we visited by train was Interlaken in Switzerland.

Here it is on a map...


While France had lots of grey concrete buildings and angry Parisians, Switzerland had lots of mountains...




Mum wouldn't let me chalk inside this one. Or take photos. In case I dropped my stick and camera and jumped in the middle of the mountain to save both. I didn't leave any messages, but a photo was necessary. The waterfall fell right through the middle of a gigantic mountain, and it was immense.



Drinking tea out of the world's tiniest cups, and writing messages on a chalkboard, on the back of a hostel door. The door to a loo...




Looking at houses with funny shaped roofs, and houses full of chopped wood, instead of people.


Walking along...


For my friend Emma Huckerby...


To show that I am thinking of her whilst on holiday, and hoping that she uses her experiences to write a best-selling novel. Or, at least, a column in a glossy magazine.





Beautiful.

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Saturday 6 August 2011

Paris, France: Chalk? Mais oui!


I went interrailing with my family and our first destination was Paris. Naturally, I packed my chalk box. I packed it in the same pocket as the insect repellent that I never used...


'Du Louvre'


'Family interrailing'


Some of my family were behind this statue.
Not over the bridge and on the main road. I mean, they were behind me, behind the statue.



The Eiffel Tower.

'Have you heard the rumour?'


No?




Whilst hunting for the Orangerie Museum, we met two artists from Missouri, US called Bill and Anne. They seemed to have shared a similar experience of Paris and Parsians as us, and posed the question above.

 Failing to figure out what "the rumour" actually was, we started looking for familiar faces instead...


'Looking for a short man with a back complaint?' - The River Seine


He's ringing the bells here...



De Notre-Dame de Paris.


(Outside Centre Pompidou)

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