UFR Civilisations et Humanités

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  • Day21

    Arles - Eine Reise in die Vergangenheit

    September 23, 2019 in France ⋅ ☁️ 25 °C

    Wer dachte Avignon wäre schön, hat Arles noch nicht gesehen❤️! Untergekommen sind wir in einem historischen Wohnviertel bei Zoe, die wie sie uns eben beim Abendessen erzählt hat, selbst mit 22 Jahren für drei Jahre und acht Monate, um die Welt gereist ist und das ohne Internet und Kreditkarte - wirklich beeindruckend!!! Ihr Haus ist aus dem 17. Jahrhundert, super klein, verwinkelt und einfach zum Wohlfühlen... Hier wären wir wirklich gerne länger geblieben, aber morgen geht es weiter nach Nimes :)Read more

  • Day15

    Les Carrieres de Lumieres

    September 4, 2019 in France ⋅ ☀️ 20 °C

    We always expected that today was going to be a hard day at the office, and that is exactly how it turned out to be. Ever since we arrived in Provence about 12 days ago, we have been subjected to an unbroken run of hot weather. Considering we had arrived directly from the middle of a cold Melbourne winter, the weather has certainly been our biggest challenge.

    To make matters even worse, the forecast keeps changing every day. After our hot stay in Caumont Sur Durance, we were led to believe that the hot weather would cease as soon as we begun the bike and boat section. It didn't. In fact the sequence keeps being extended every time we read a new forecast. It is now appearing that we will not get any real relief until we travel up to Nevers next Monday.

    Today's ride was not only going to be the longest day so far, but it also had the toughest climb of the entire week. Our cycling guide had tried to encourage us by telling us that he once had a 92 year old complete the climb, however he failed to mention what sort of weather conditions the cycling Methuselah had completed his epic ride in. He also did not say exactly how long it took them,

    Of course, before we reached the climb we stopped at the town of St Remy de Provence. To our delight, we arrived right in the middle of an enormous market. The women in particular squealed with delight at the prospect of being able to buy even more stuff that they didn't need. I bought a leather belt for 5 Euro. The vendor truthfully told me that it "was not made in France". "Ce n'est pas possible" he explained.

    The market spread out over a huge area, and we never did manage to fully explore it. I managed to lose Maggie in the first 3 minutes, but I was happy to find an ice cream seller and a fruit vendor selling punnets of wonderful raspberries and blackberries. That meant that lunch was taken care of.

    Although it was only shortly after noon, the sun was already beating down relentlessly and the temperature was soaring back into the 30s. I should also be honest in pointing out that I am not a climber. In fact I am not precisely sure of exactly what I am, but climbing does not come naturally for me. It may be due to the fact that I am a rolly polly sort of guy who has to work about 60% harder that the tiny fly weight riders like Russell, Vicki and Kay.

    As we began the much anticipated climb I could feel the sun beating on my face. I slid the gear selector down to the lowest ratio and hoped I could find some lower ones. The sweat started flowing and my breath started huffing. I tried not to look at the road ahead and to just keep the pedals turning.

    I thought I was doing all right until a tiny shadow flew past on my left. At first I thought that it might have been just a speck on my glasses or a little dragonfly, but that would not have explained where the singing was coming from. It turned out to be Russell - apparently a tiny puff of wind had collected him and blown him straight to the top of the mountain,

    At the half way point the group assembled to decide whether or not to take the option of a lift to the summit. I am sure that several were sorely tempted, but the Ghostriders are built of exceptional stuff and the entire group decided to keep pedalling. The expectant van driver had to leave without a single fare. We later were told by the guide that this was the first time that had happened.

    About a kilometre further on I became aware that my nose had started bleeding. This is something that I have suffered intermittently from for over 40 years, but the timing could not have been worse. I had no choice but to pull over and wait for the bleeding to stop. The rest of the group left me haemorrhaging and continued their slow grind to the top.

    I won't labour over the rest of the details of the climb, suffice to say that I did finally make the top. The crest of the mountain is marked by the medieval village of Les Beaux de Provence. This has now become a huge tourist mecca, complete with a succession of tour buses and thousands of tourists. Not exactly my type of place.

    The main reason we had chosen to ride to this spot was not to see the thousands of tourists cramming in the village, but to experience Les Carrieres de Lumieres. This is an amazing sound and light display that has been set up in an unused Bauxite mine. I was just glad that it was cool inside. I took a seat and pressed my back against the cold rock. It turned out to be a bad idea. The sudden change of temperature caused my back to spasm and left me in agony. It took all my resolve to hobble to the cafetaria to get a coffee (actually two). The young assistant took pity on me and filled my drink bottle with ice and water. There are some advantages to looking about 92 years of age after all.

    We still had a long and hot ride of around 30 km to get to our boat at Arles. The final few km through the busy centre of the city were particularly stressful. By the time we arrived, we were all exhausted and spent the first twenty minutes rehydrating and trying to recover from the heat. Fortunately the evening meal was easily the best of the cruise so far. That was a popular end to a very tiring day.
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  • Day18

    Arles and beaches

    June 14, 2019 in France ⋅ ☁️ 20 °C

    A lovely morning in Arles, then to the beaches and a first swim in the Mediterranean.
    Tried to visit St Tropez but crazy traffic so now in Saint Maxime, known ad little sister to St Tropez - but enough for us!

  • Day17

    Heading to Sud de France

    June 13, 2019 in France ⋅ ☀️ 22 °C

    A long drive made longer in Nimes due to an hour standstill on the motorway due to a multi- lorry crash. Looked very bad.
    Then to Arles - Van Gogh's hang out and where he painted around 300 works. A beautiful old town on the Rhone. Lovely to wander the streets. Also home of the ancient Roman Amphitheatre and bull fighting - they still do this.Read more

  • Day2


    August 14, 2016 in France ⋅ ☀️ 31 °C

    Amazing day with my new friends, Camille, Chloe, Alexa and Amelie...water balloon fight; 💦💦💦 glowsricks in the pool and hair flick 😂😂😂😎😎😎 The glow stick are fun in the pool when you swim with them

  • Day14


    October 1, 2018 in France ⋅ ☀️ 15 °C

    The notes of Bizet’s L’Arlesienne Suite keep going through my mind. We are docked near Roquemaure, ready to board the bus for Arles.

    The Romans certainly left their imprint on this part of the world. Their amphitheater here is one of the best preserved Roman structures in the world. Another historical figure who made an impression here was Vincent Van Gogh. He probably drank too much, and he certainly disturbed his neighbors enough for them to circulate a petition requiring him to move. To impress his lady love he cut off his ear with a razor. He then checked into the local hospital, whose courtyard he painted, to keep himself from bleeding to death. We visited it and I attempted to duplicate photographically his work of art. Later he checked into an asylum for the insane near Paris. There he committed suicide by shooting himself. This is a lovely town, and one can certainly feel the influence of Italy both in its history and its religion,and the influence of Van Gogh in its art.Read more

  • Day414

    Day 415: Roman Ruins in Arles

    April 5, 2018 in France ⋅ ☀️ 17 °C

    More Roman ruins today, though thankfully the last batch for a while! These are in Arles, a not-especially-attractive city about an hour south of Avignon.

    We parked up and checked out the main sights - a large amphitheatre, not quite as well preserved as the one in Nimes. There was also a Roman theatre, though much of that was gone too - the one in Orange was in way better condition. But there was also the basilica of Saint-Trophime which had a gorgeous Romanesque portal doorway, covered in sculpture. Romanesque style dates from usually around the 11th-13th centuries and is quite distinctive, so I enjoyed that one.

    Next up we wanted to check out the Cryptoporticus, or the underground tunnels, but these were closed today for undetermined reasons. Next up was the old Roman cemetery on the road just outside of town, semi-interesting but again not much to see.

    Last stop was at the end of the cemetery, an old church which was once a key stop on the Camino del Santiago (aka the pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela). The French have their own World Heritage site for their routes to SDC, so we decided that rather than walking it like we eventually might with the Spanish one, we'd just visit a few of the churches and other buildings and call it a day. So we kicked that process off here.

    Back to Avignon around mid-afternoon where I went shopping - my microphone has stopped working and the sound on my videos isn't recording well - lots of wind noise. I bought a proper microphone from an electronics store, but would discover later that it's a powered microphone and won't work with an iPhone! Oh dear - not the best day all round.
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  • Day13

    Arles France

    May 9, 2015 in France ⋅ ☀️ 22 °C

    Arles ...a lovely town beloved by VanGogh. Some of his greatest paintings originated here. A tour of the old Roman arena was part of our walking tour. Thoroughly enjoyed the beauty of Arles the art throughout the town and the original VanGogh home.
    Back at the ship the farewell reception and toasting many new friends. Sal and Bea Vaccarino ...native Italian who lived in Scotland were our dinner companions along with Mike and his wife from Hawaii. We had a week of lovely conversation. Sal is a trained opera singer and treated us to amazing entertainment each evening.Read more

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