UK July 2017

July 2017
A 14-day adventure by Brian Read more
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  • Day 11

    Day 11 - London day 3

    July 12, 2017 in England ⋅ 🌙 13 °C

    Kensington palace was first on the agenda today. After a train, a tube ride and short walk we were there. The fast track entry was a breeze, especially as there were many people waiting to buy tickets. A right royal palace. Well preserved and regal. Kings state rooms, Queens chambers. Princes William and Harry live there but not in the sections open to the public. It's a huge place with excellent grounds.

    We had arranged to meet an old family friend - well family member. Gary was married to one of my cousins, but sadly they went their own separate ways years ago but we still kept in touch, albeit sporadically. He works for the British Olympic Association so we went to his offices in Fitzrovia. Gary showed us the various Olympic torches on desplay. Some very impressive. The Torch tradition started with Hitler apparently and continues to this day. After viewing the torches and gleaning British trade secrets to be passed on to the Australian Olympic Committee (just joking) we all headed to Marks & Spencers to grab some lunch and we headed to Regents Park. Great lunch and conversation. It was good to catch up with Gary again.

    Next was a tube and train ride to Kew gardens for the afternoon. What an impressive and well laid out garden. The highlights were the huge glass houses for the palms and lilies. Stepping inside reminded us of tropical Queensland. Stepping back out into the London air and breeze was refreshing. Usually it's the other way around for us. Then there was the impressive high tree-top platform you can walk up stairs to and catch the elevator down from. Great to walk in the treetops. The Garden was closing early at 5PM as there was a live concert being held in the night so we left and cought the hour and fifteen minute train ride home.
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  • Day 12

    Day 12 - London day 4

    July 13, 2017 in England ⋅ ⛅ 17 °C

    A slower start this morning. Off to see Camden markets and lock. Caught the train across to Camden Road and walked the short distance to Camden Town then the urge for coffee took hold, coupled with a misinterpretation as to what bridge we had crossed saw the search for the markets and lock abandoned. So we headed for regents park area nearby. Later relatives told us there had a been a fire at the markets and they were unsure if it was even open at the moment. Still we could have viewed the lock and possibly seen it in operation. Very ordinary coffee and scones at an independent cafe - a first in the disappointment stakes for us - and we were off to Great Portland Street to catch the tube over to Russell Square to meet up with relatives at the British Museum. Shock horror!!!! there was a signal failure and the tube through there was not working. We legged it to Warren Street and caught a tube then another and arrived at the Museum late, only to find a huge line up for a bag check and entry. It ended up we were 30 minutes late to the meet up.

    It was good catching up with cousins we had mot seen for 22 years. In the space of an hour and a half we partially spanned the 22 years.

    My now the desire for lunch removed all rational thought - or so it seemed - and we made a beeline for a nearby Italian restaurant at Holborn. A great meal and we were recharged to continue exploring. The girls to Piccadilly and the boys for a London Walk discovering the Blitz during WW2. We arrived at the designated meeting place at Exit 2 St Pauls tube station, paid our 10 pounds each and proceeded to be educated and entertained about the Blitz. The devastation of areas of London, the miracle that St Pauls itself was left largely intact and became a beacon of defiance and strength for Londoners. We learned of the air raid shelters and life under the bombing, with the intensity over several months. The various monuments, memorials, and remnants that serve as a reminder if only you know where to look. A highlight for me was a memorial to all the books lost during the Blitz. With the bombing of libraries and paper stores in particular, so many books were lost forever. London can be noisy and chaotic and at times it was difficult to hear the lady Walk guide. After an hour and a half we decided to end our association with the walk and head home.
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  • Day 14

    Day 13 - Paris

    July 15, 2017 in England ⋅ ⛅ 18 °C

    And now for something different.

    An early start today. Up at 4am so we can be at Kings Cross St Pancras station to get the Eurostar to Paris to spend Bastille Day 2017 with the French. Check in, UK border outgoing and Euro border incoming all without a hitch. Boarded the Eurostar and your realise how similar to a aeroplane it is, with a little more space and roominess. Sitting two by two is a bonus. Reasonable leg room even in second class. The seat could be a little more comfortable by way of better adjustment and padding. It's about a two and a half hour journey so a blink of an eye compared to cross-continental travel. The train reaches speeds of around 160 MPH. More on that later. The trip was smooth and uneventful. Paris is one hour ahead of London so you loose an hour and pick it up on the way back.

    Getting out of Gare Du Nord (Paris train station where the Eurostar stops) you notice the difference in architecture. And of course the drive on right which is a shock the first intersection you come to cross - which way do I look!!!!!!! The area around the station is chaotic. We had gone not 20 steps before a hooded woman holding up a scrap of paper with written in English 'money'. Beggars are ever present. We had to get some Euro so headed to an ATM. Off putting were beggars in close proximity to the machine. Sure enough as soon as the cash was delivery they were harassing us for some ready cash. Opportunists. Many of the beggars weren't the usual local kind, but rather refugee types. Whether they are refugees is a debatable question. It is the card they are playing.

    The real Paris. This is a beautiful city. Certainly beautiful architecture. Some words I would use to describe Paris: stylist, ornate, opulent, graceful, open spaces, spectacular, flowing, structured, and planned. In the city heart at least that we traversed, the streets were wide. The building well kept and matching and complementary. There was no 'old' buildings set against 'new'. No highrise. The architecture is definitely different to London. The French have done an excellent job of controlling development to preserve the city's uniqueness. If a building was under construction or repair a tasteful scaffolding and facade complete with mural was erected so it looked less out of place. There is centuries of history, mostly preserved for current generations. We did a hope on hop off bus tour and a river cruise to take in the sights. It's not a cheap city to explore, eat or stay in. They see you coming and you will pay.

    Being Bastille Day the usual vibrancy of the city was different. If you were after retail therapy you would be disappointed as many of the stores were closed. There was an exceptionally heavy police and military presence. Some roads were still closed off from the procession early in the day and the Eiffel Tower was cordoned off. No terrorist or radical was going to spoil this day. The military even had rocket launchers in the city center. Getting around was relatively easy. We didn't use the Metro but in hindsight should have. Stations are positioned at all the major attractions so it is easy to pop up where you want to. Driving around I was struck by how wide and open the city was, then it dawned on me, there were no overhead powerlines. No visual dis-amenity. Everything is underground and the lamp posts are old world stylish. It made a big difference to the feel of the city. The wide boulevards and promenades designed by or for previous kings and presidents. Remove the cars from the streets and you could imagine being back two, three, four hundred years.

    When in Paris do the the Parisians do, eat out. Well being day visitors we had to. Coffee at an independent cafe. Not that we could find a Starbucks but I'm sure they are there. Lunch was baguettes - literally the best ever anywhere - and dinner, well dinner was a functional thing. We had thirty minutes until check in and by now everyone needed a loo, so Burger King was the chosen one. It did the job but not even french fries. The food was different though and in keeping with the French quality tradition.

    When we checked in, got through Euro and UK border checks and customs we were told our train had been cancelled. There was an electrical fault in the channel tunnel so we would have to see staff to be rescheduled onto another train. Now I certainly didn't like the thought of being stuck 75 meters under the English channel with an electrical failure, so fix it and fix it good Chunnel people. In the end we were shunted onto a train leaving two hours after our scheduled service. We ended up getting to London three hours late. The train ride back touched speeds of 344 KPH which is the fastest on land any of us had been. There was a slight delay at Calais due the the 'Chunnel electrical fault' but we got through. Tired and weary. Home at one after being up at four made it a long day. It gave us a taste of Paris and a framework should any of us decide to return and explore further. It is not a city you can see in a day, or a week for that matter. Yes you could do the usual I've been to the Louve, Eiffel Tower, etc sort of stuff pretty quickly but there looks like so much more to explore, see and do, and not just in Paris, the city of love. It would really help to learn and speak a little French, especially if wanted to get off the beaten track.
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  • Day 14

    Day 14 - London day 5

    July 15, 2017 in England ⋅ ⛅ 20 °C

    After a very late evening last night, time for catch up sleep Saturday. After breakfast it was time for the guys to head for Duxford Imperial War Museum and the girls to head for Piccadilly and beyond. All round an easier final full day in London.

    Duxford is in Cambridgeshire about 50 miles or a one and a half drive north of London. It was an airfield used in WW2 mainly for Spitfires and surveillance planes and played a crucial role during the Battle of Britain. Now it is an extensive war museum over eight hangers. Many planes are on exhibit including; Concorde, Halifax, Spitfire, B52, Blackbird, U2, Phantom and F111 to name a few. It's a huge museum and extremely good quality. Costs 18 pounds to get in and it is well worth the visit.

    The significance for me was that my dad was in the RAF during WW2 and flew in Halifax and Lancaster bombers. On Lancasters he was a mid upper gunner. Duxford have a Lancaster on display including a mid gunner turret. The display plane could very well have been one he flew in. He had at least two planes because he was shot down over France and managed to get back to Britain with the help of the French Resistance. Sadly the Lancaster was not open for viewing because I would have loved to get on board and see what it would have been like to sit in the gunner's turret. It must have been a scary experience to sit in there for hours, scanning the sky looking for enemy fighters, anti-aircraft fire exploding all around, shooting the enemy as they approached and eagerly awaiting the return fight successfully home. Night after night.

    The museum has a working airfield and various aircraft including a spitfire were flying during the afternoon. In September 2017 a Duxford Airshow is planned to commemorate the Battle of Britain. It should be a good show.

    With tiredness showing we decided to call it a day and head back to London.
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  • Day 14

    Day 15 - Goodbye London

    July 15, 2017 in England ⋅ ⛅ 20 °C

    After 14 days it was time to head home.

    Final packing done, checked out of home in London and car loaded, we headed out to Brentwood. The plan was to visit my Grandfather's grave in Brentwood cemetary then head to the Olde Dog Inn to have lunch with family.

    After driving over 2,000 kilometres around England without incident - some near misses and close calls mind you - it seems our luck was up. We had not driven five minutes from our London AirBnB when someone ran up the back of our car. It was a very low speed (like 5 KPH) impact. Luckily no one was injured, no air bags went off. Only minor damage to our car, however repair costs are surprisingly high on most modern cars, so I would hate to think what the repair bill would be. Mohammad the other driver at first just wanted to pay for the damage after admitting fault, but his smile soon faded when we told him it was a hire car. I think he thought he was going to talk his way into a cheap repair job. We took plenty of photos of the scene, exchanged details and logged the incident with the hire car company, and we were on our way. Too much of the rest of the day was taken up with collecting details, checking facts and filling in forms to hand in with the car at the end of the day.

    We were a little late arrriving at the Olde Dog Inn. It was great catching up with family and sharing the details of the past 22 years - all too briefly. It would have been better to have more time. After lunch we headed to the cemetary and found the Grandfather's grave then headed back to my cousin's house for afternon tea.

    By five pm we were on our way to Heathrow along the M25 for a showdown with the hire company. The traffic was reasonably free flowing with a few bottlenecks and some very slow traffic points. The handover with the car was non-eventful and we were quickly on our was to the airport terminal. The one rare time I opted for the nil-excess fully insured hire option semed to be a very wise choice indeed. Airport check in and we were boarding in no time, or so it seemed.

    For some reason the flights back took less time than going over. Plus doing the 13 hour leg first seemed to be a bonus. There was a three and a half hour stopover in Singapore and the Changi airport had a scheme where if you were flying with particular carriers, you quailifed for a S$20 voucher per person to use at the airport. We qualified and opted to use our vouchers to gain entry to the Ambassador Transit Lounge. The voucher gave us up to two hours in the lounge. Comfortable lounge seats, food and drink of your choice, free WiFi, and best of all SHOWERS. So it was great to relax and freshen up before the last leg home. It's still the best part of 24 hours in the air and jetlag is a bummer but that is the jet set life. Home at last.

    It's been an interesting journey but this one is at an end - sadly.
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