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To Capri and back by boat

Amalfi, Italy


Up and at ’em today, with a full days boat trip along the Amalfi coast to Capri. No time for coffee, as we rush around trying to find an ATM that both worked, and didn’t take 5 minutes to process. Success, and off on our 36 foot cruiser with 8 others to see the coast from the sea aspect.

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We headed back towards Minori, where we walked to from Ravello yesterday, then on to the largest town on the coast, Maiori. Back whence we came past Amalfi, and on to the Emerald grotto for our first taste of the Italian sport of hitting up the dumb tourist for a tip! After paying €7 to go into the grotto and be paddled around the cave by our friendly pilot, who spent half his spiel telling us to remember how good he was, we finished our 10 minutes to be reminded, again, how terrific he had been, and “don’t forget to tip”. Here’s a tip, my fine young friend….’be good to your Nonna!’ The Emerald Grotto was actually pretty good!

Onwards we travelled, past old battlements, and castles renovated as high end hotels, the townships of Praiano and Positano amongst others, and the Li Galli, a tiny archipelago made up of 3 islets, with the largest housing some impressive castles owned by a local businessman. A very successful businessman, I suggest!

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Past a lovely villa perched on the cliff which is the residence of Sophia Loren. No sightings……so off again.

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The Isle of Capri approached in the distance, an immense cliff that rises from the sea. We pass thru ‘the Faraglioni of Capri, two rock formations, one with a tunnel through it, that are the symbol of the Isle. Past the township of Capri and on to the most famous attraction, the Grotto Azzurra, the Blue Grotto.

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It was like Bourke Street in peak hour, boats everywhere, bobbing up and down waiting for the little timber fishing boats to take you inside the cave, 50 minutes later our time had arrived and for the modest fee of €12.50 we settled in for our 4 minutes of excitement. The entrance to the cave is almost below sea level so you need to wait for the right moment to be pushed inside by the current, ducking down as you enter. Me, I didn’t duck enough and donated my sunnies to the deep blue grotto! Guess what I’m buying when we get back to Amalfi? Anyway it was truly spectacular, the bluest of blues, and luckily we got inside when there were only about four other boats, so we almost had it to ourselves.

Our trusty pilot sang for us as we drifted around, then modestly suggested a little tip as way of appreciation. He didn’t seem to appreciate the €2 we gave him, the look of disdain when he saw it was priceless. Apart from the long wait, and the ridiculous cost, it was worth seeing and worth all the hyperbole surrounding it.

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Then on to the main town of Anacapri, and the funiculaire to the main centre. The funiculaire most of the USA was also trying to catch! We finally got to the top, starving as it was now almost 3pm, and headed to lunch.

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After lunch we walked around looking at all the top end fashion houses masquerading as retailers, and trying to figure out how they manage to add an extra ‘0’ to every price ticket. Expensive!!! As you may have gathered, no sunglasses purchased here. Back on the funiculaire down to the harbour and back on the boat. Not sure what to make of Capri as we only spent 3 hours there and the crowds were mad, so didn’t do it justice at all, but it is very expensive and exclusive, and we didn’t get to see ‘via boffe’.

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The boat itself was great, a beautiful cruiser, and well worth the €99 each spent. We got back to Amalfi at about 7pm and headed out to dinner in the little square near our place, then gelato and bed. A big day all round.

Ravello and Minori explored

Amalfi, Italy


Well rested after a day off the helter skelter of travel, and we are ready to rumble! First port of call was a run to rid ourselves of a LOT of carbs. Now, Amalfi is built into a cliff and flat ground is at a premium, so we did laps of the marina area dodging tourists, nonna’s, and old china’s fishing, for 30 minutes or so in the heat and humidity.

Redeemed,we had breakfast, then headed out for a serious coffee. Caffe latte just doesn’t cut it in Italy, and espresso may blow my head off, so we settled on cappuccino…..not bad. Macchiato tomorrow. Bouncing, we booked a bus to Ravello and prepared for a bit of exploring…Amalfi style.

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Ravello sits up the hills above Amalfi, and is a peaceful area with a small population, offering stunning views of the Mediterranean. In 1996 it was listed as a UNESCO World Heritage Site. The town is just beautiful, with a peaceful piazza, tiny alleyways filled with shops and restaurants, and one amazing villa. Villa Cimbrone is an oasis on top of a hill with the most amazing views, The famous American author, Gore Vidal, described the Villa…. “Twenty five years ago I was asked by an American magazine what was the most beautiful place that I had ever seen in all my travels and I said the view from the belvedere of the Villa Cimbrone on a bright winter’s day when the sky and the sea were each so vividly blue that it was not possible to tell one from the other”.

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Yeah…we went to the belvedere…..and so did everyone else. The view from ‘the terrace of Infinity’ is breathtaking. Sheer drops from the balcony, almost to the ocean, are unbelievable. The views are to die for, and if you took that one last step too far for the photo opportunity, that is exactly what would happen!

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Obviously this is the highlight of the Villa, so it’s very hard to get the photo you want, especially when the Germans come running! Man those Germans are noisy. Get out of my way, people!! Actually, the crowds aren’t too bad. In fact Ravello is very much an out of the way visit for most day trippers, so the lack of crowds is a pleasant relief.

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Next stop, Villa Rufolo, built in the 13th century by one of the richest and most influential families of Ravello, the Rufolo family. Once again fabulous views, with an artistic bent, as this estate holds a season of classical and opera nights overlooking the Mediterranean.

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Spectacular stage they use, and a pity we couldn’t stay a night to watch. As we had a rest day yesterday, we were full of vim and vigour, so decided to walk to our next town, Minori. 50 minutes of stairs down to the town, about 4km’s away.

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Suffice to say we saw no one else on our lonely, but spectacular trip down about 2000 stairs to the ocean, and the township. Minori is a smaller inlet fishing town which doesn’t seem to have the same tourist influence as others making it more quaint, but probably not the best place to base yourself.

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Bus back to Amalfi which included some close encounters of the stone wall kind! Relax, finish pretty **** book (Inferno, by Dan Brown. I know! Not bad for Florence tourism references, tho!)

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Dinner in a small trattoria, a bottle of local (average) wine, then bed. Boat trip to Capri tomorrow, we’ll try to find ‘via boffe’.

Rest Day

Amalfi, Italy


As with all athletes, we too scheduled a rest day from our holiday to take stock and re group for the next few weeks. Being on the Amalfi Coast it was a tough ask to sit and read or sleep on the beach or the balcony as we wiled away the hours. After a glorious sleep in til 9am we had brekky then headed out to walk around the town of Amalfi and take in all that there is to offer in this picturesque town.

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One word comes to mind……Lemons. They are everywhere. The Italians have managed to make everything out of lemons, hand cream, pasta, pizza, emboldened them on everything from tea towels to fridge magnets to ceramic tiles, whatever is in this town it has a lemon attached to it. The best of all is the Lemoncello, drink this ice cold as an digestive after dinner, in fact any ole time of the day, it is so refreshing. After lunch we headed to the beach, which had smaller pebbles than Nice and was a lot friendlier on the feet.

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We watched as a 50 year old tried to engage in conversation with a couple of 18 year olds, only in Italy, but with no success. In the end he gave them what for, how dare they resist his irresistible charms. The girls had taste!! The sea here is a lot warmer and each section of the beach is roped off by a floating line separating the boats from the swimmers.

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Our exercise for today was to swim to the line and back, a feat of no more than 200 metres return, enough exertion on a rest day for the both of us. Decided on take away Pizza on the balcony of our hotel for dinner, as it was a beautiful night and the view is spectacular, not to mention the low cost of such an idea.

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The Pizza was a major disappointment as we have come to expect they come in only one size and that is super large. Tonight we got the equivalent of a small and when you pay €12 you feel ripped off, so look out Pizza Royal, Hugh is looking for you on Trip Advisor to write his first bad review!!

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Never mind, the Italians never fail on the gelato front, so off into town for dessert, followed by another walk around town, before heading off exploring other parts of the magnificent Amalfi Coast tomorrow. Rest day over. Ciao xx

Great ocean road on steroids!

Amalfi, Italy


Welcome to Italy.
We stayed  in a delightful hotel in Naples last night, in a slightly grungy area full of people hanging around the local piazza drinking beer.
Rachael fitted right in!!
Quick pizza last night to fortify us for a busy day today.
Up early in anticipation of a full day being chauffeured to Pompeii and down to Amalfi, very excited as we waited for our 9am pick up.

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9.15…checking watches…9.30, Rachael getting antsy…9.45, Me realising I may have buggered up…10.00, went back to reception and luckily got another company to take us.
Oops, didn’t verify with first mob, so they dumped us. Regroup!
Aldo, the life (read ‘Hugh’) saver, came to our rescue….and we’re off to Mt Vesuvius which is about 1 hour away through some of the most horrendous traffic you are likely to see.
The traffic in Naples is NUTS. No discernible road rules at all, indication optional. Traffic lights, what traffic lights? It goes something like this, accelerate at high speed, brake suddenly, repeat, hit every pothole, too numerous to keep count, beep horn constantly, curse in Italian and wave BOTH hands in air whilst still driving, miss other cars by millimetres, pray the whole time for a safe journey!!

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Mt Vesuvius was terrific, a bit of a climb to the top and then great views back to Naples and beyond. Not to mention the crater, which probably to the disappointment of every kid who gets dragged up by their folks, is not full of lava and hot steaming gas, but just the odd wisp of steam and a lot of dust and rubble.
Then we were off to Pompeii.


I had my doubts about Pompeii thinking it might be a tourist trap, but it isn’t. It’s terrific!


We spent over two and a half hours there, could have easily spent 4 or 5. The only issue was the swarms of guided groups that seemed to descend as if from the clouds, almost swallowing you up in their eagerness. Once you threaded your way through them all was good. An excellent visit, highly recommended.

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Aldo, dutifully waiting, bundles us aboard, and we are off to Amalfi via Sorrento. The road gets progressively narrower, and the buses wider!
The road is as crazy as the views, breathtaking!
Just stunning.


We stop off at a few points along the way for photo ops, and ciggies for Aldo, and arrived in Amalfi at about 6.30.

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Now, the road to Amalfi is pretty hairy, the Great Ocean Road on steroids, but Aldo performed brilliantly. How he missed some of the cars, and pedestrians along the way beggars belief….which makes the fact that he hit the fence backing into the car park at the marina in Amalfi all the more surprising!! Doing about 2kph!

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Once we worked out where our hotel was, we forfeited the offer of a porter to assist with our bags….thanks Hugh, and began our journey across to the other side of the crazy road and up the 77 stairs that awaited us and our 22kgs each of luggage.

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As is our want, we went up the wrong flight of stairs and had to start again, oh joy what fun that mistake was!!
We eventually found our hotel, checked in, took in the amazing views we had, showered and went out for dinner. Lots more carbs in Italy so we need to work out where we can run in this town without using the crazy road, so as too avoid excess luggage around our waistline.
Quick walk around this beautiful town whilst eating their magnificent gelato before calling it a night and leaving the rest of the exploring until tomorrow.
Arrivederci xx.

Nice to Napoli

Naples, Italy


Our last day in Nice started with a sleep in (8.30!!), brekky, and packing. As our flight isn’t till 7.10pm, we were lucky enough to be allowed to leave our luggage in the apartment until 4pm. The alternative doesn’t bare thought….dragging suitcases around Nice in 30 degree temperatures. We wandered into the old town for the last time, then headed for the beach for a swim, and a chance to stop for a couple of hours. It seems like we have been going flat out ever since we hit London, so to be sitting on a beautiful beach looking out over the Cote d’Azur was pretty special. We got to the airport in plenty of time and went thru customs to enjoy a beer or two at the bar before our flight…..except, no bar!

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The third largest airport in France, in a country with very liberal liquor rules, and no bar! One last ****** coffee instead… So, as we wait to depart France, a few thoughts on this most beautiful country.

1/. Paris is magnificent, we both loved it.

2/. Contrary to popular opinion, the French are a most hospitable and helpful bunch. Just make an effort to speak a few words of French, and everything is fine. And as we all know, Rachael is fluent in “pink panther” French.

3/. Everyone smokes.

4/. Parisians are beautifully dressed, and thin. Must be all those ciggies?

5/. Croissants are delicious, and macaroons are nothing like I thought they’d be, much sweeter and softer inside. And in so many flavours…and soooo expensive.

6/. The countryside, the villages, the old castles and walled cities….all things we can never replicate…..Kryal Castle excepted!

7/. The coffee truly is rubbish….bring on Italy.

8/. They sell wine absolutely everywhere, from corner deli’s to patisserie’s, petrol stations to convenience stores, and all the grand wine stores dotted everywhere.

9/. You can buy a bottle of Champagne cheaper at Dan Murphy’s than you can in Champagne.

10/. Public transport everywhere we went was fabulous, especially the metro system in Paris.

11/. Speaking of transport….you would have to be mad to drive in central Paris….madness.

12/. We are so grateful that France is flat as we have walked the equivalent of Oxfam, twice over……or thereabouts.

13/. Dogs are allowed anywhere and everywhere, they rule the country. Poopa Scoopa optional.

14/. Denim on denim allowable, indeed desirable, in Paris.

15/. Left-hand driving = very tricky, especially round-a-bouts!

16/. Re no.15, almost get killed every time I try to cross the road….keep looking the wrong way.

17/. Mopeds, the most sensible way around any town in France. And Smart cars too.

18/. Parking. How they get in, or out, of the squishiest spots defies the laws of physics.

19/. Cathedrals/basilica/church….all stunning. A Notre Dame in every town. Rachael has lit a lot of candles. At €2 a pop, we’ll be on bread and drippings soon!

20/. Can’t wait to come back and do the country justice.

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The rich and famous

Nice, France


Managed to get some sleep last night despite the 25 degree heat as we actually had a nice breeze from our apartment, unlike the one we had in Lyon which had no breeze whatsoever.
Up early this morning for a run along the Promenade, the last run we will actually do in France. We figured at 8am the weather would not be too hot, but already the temperature had hit 27 degrees, so a tough run when there is no shade to hide from the sun. However, there were a lot of men running bare chested, and I’m sure Hugh will also attest there were many women running in crop tops along the Promenade, so we managed to get through the kms ok.

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After brekky we headed to Monaco to see how the rich and famous live. The drive in was at times pretty hairy as we wound our way around some pretty narrow streets which the French were not particularly fussed with sharing. We managed to get through unscathed but there are now a couple of fingernail dents in the dashboard. All in all great driving by Hughy, I couldn’t have been that cool under so much pressure.

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Monaco is another world, full of uninterrupted views of the Mediterranean Sea from all apartments and houses, and super yachts and boat cruises to die for. There is so much opulence in this place they clearly have too much money, whoever they are.
Not only did we see one 60 metre super yacht, called Areti, but parked next door was her sister, Areti II.
For when the missus needs some ‘me’ time!

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We managed to find a relatively cheap place to eat, so even the plebes are looked after. After lunch we walked around the marina and saw some amazing vessels, not to mention the odd Ferrari, Porsche, Mercedes and of course one Bugatti which Hugh was in awe of.

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It was the EB Veyron 16.4 Super Sport. The Super Sport version of the Veyron is the fastest street-legal production car in the world, with a top speed of 431.072 km/h (267.856 mph)

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It’s street price…£1912000! Check your conversion rates and that is a cool $2.7 million!!!
No wonder it was roped off.
We also saw a Mercedes SLR McLaren, which is a veritable steal at $750k. Just parked on the marina…
After deciding how to spend our next Tattslotto winnings, we jumped back in the car, saw the front of the famous Monte Carlo Casino……twice, took a wrong turn.
Two Rollers, a Bentley and a couple of Porsches illegally parked right outside! And a burnt orange Ferrari just parked illegally opposite…no probs…..book me, whatever!
We gave our VW Polo a pat, it’s ego bruised, and headed to a little place called Beaulieu-sur-mer which also housed many boats, obviously for those who could not afford the fees at Monaco.

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We managed to squeeze in a beer whilst overlooking the marina and headed back to Nice.

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We decided to drop the car off at the airport tonight as we no longer needed it. Checked out the directions on the map, pretty straight forward so off we went. What we didn’t realise was that the airport exit was on the far right hand side of the right lanes and in France it is impossible to cross 4 lanes at the last minute, although the French seem to be able to do it.
Finally got to the airport, managed to follow directions for car rental and caught the bus back into Nice.
Dinner in our rooms, then off again for our last night in France.

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We walked along the Promenade Des Anglais watching the lights of Nice come on, highlighting the landmark buildings of this famous street….and we kept walking, and walking…till after about 3.5k’s we rounded the bend to the high point overlooking the whole strip and bordered by the Mediterranean.


Champers out, as well as our very special plastic Eiffel Tower glasses, and we toasted our time in France.


We wondered back thru the old town, and caught the encore from Earth, Wind & Fire, who are here performing at the annual Nice Jazz festival.
Yep, you heard me correctly….”Jazz” festival.
Not sure where this band fitted into that schedule, but good fun anyway.
3.5k’s back, and home by about 1am.


Tomorrow we fly to Naples and begin our journey through Italy…..bring on the coffee!!
Au voir xx

The fast, and expensive, way from Lyon to Nice.

Nice, France


Saturday nights are obviously huge in the old town of Lyon as we got bugger all sleep due to the never ending traffic of humans, cars, and bikes down our tiny lane way ALL night!

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The fact that there is a 24 hour sex shop in the lane probably didn’t help the situation, but please folks….KEEP IT DOWN, ALREADY!

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Not refreshed, we headed off on the 470 km trip to Nice at 7am.
Unlike tight **** toll free travel from Beaune, we hit the toll roads early, and often. The alternative was an additional 120km, and 2 hours plus travel time.

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A no brainer, really.
A few tips for the novice toll user:
1/. Know which queue is for credit card, and which for cash
2/. Make sure credit cards work
3/. Turn on English translation to see if credit cards work
4/. Pray no one is behind you when credit cards DON’T work!
Guess you know what happened…..dumb-**** Aussies holding up the toll booth waiting for attendant to take our cash!
A word of warning to Maddy, Sal, & Kate….don’t try to use your 28 degree card on the tolls. Go to the cash line.
The tolls are a interesting beast, you get on them, drive for a while, then the road widens to about 20 booths to take your ticket….then, the charge of the light brigade to get back into your lane, and off at 130km till you get to the other end, where you spread out again and you pay, or try to!
After our first blunder we got it sorted for the second lot of tolls, cash only!
€42 for the trip, about $70. Well worth it for the simple trip.
The drive itself was uneventful, except for the occasional sight along the way.
In Melbourne we have the big bird, and the fake hotel on eastlink, the Nice A8 toll has an 11 century castle on top of a sheer rock cliff, with battlement walls surrounding!
Such French arrogance!
Outside of the GPS ending our trip in the middle of the freeway over a river, we found our apartment reasonably easily.

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Compared to Lyon, this one is a bit shabbier, but fine for our needs for the next two days.
We had our first swim in the Mediterranean, which was lovely as its 33 degrees.
Never complain about the coarse sand at Mt Martha again, the pebbles at Nice are a killer, murder on the feet. But it was so refreshing. Magnificent.
A quiet night in, with local provisions, and a pretty ordinary bottle of red, and a catch up on lost sleep.
Tomorrow, off on the coastal drive to Monaco.
Look out, our little VW Polo is going to get a work out.

Up the funiculaire!

Lyon, France


Welcome to Lyon, gastronomical capital of France and the second largest city.
We are staying in the old city between the rivers Saone and Rhone, a most beautiful part of town, filled with history and colour.
After brekky, a wander around looking for French trench coats for Rachael, again without success.
To soothe our disappointments, we headed for the funiculaire to take us up the hill to Notre-Dame de Fourviere, which sits proudly on top of the hill overlooking Lyon.
There’s a Gilbert and Sullivan song in the Pirates of Penzance which has the word funiculaire mentioned many times, and now I know what one is, and does.

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A small tram that saves you a long walk up hills, pretty much sums it up!
The Notre-Dame is richly decorated with mosaics, stained glass windows and marble. The views from the esplanade is amazing.
It’s lucky the hunchback had a good sense of direction or he could have done the regional tour of France. There are Notre-Dame’s everywhere!
A lovely walk back down the hill and we wandered the ‘traboules’ (passageways) of the Vieux district. Pretty cool area.


Back to the studio for lunch, and a vino, then through the wonders of the app ‘viber’, a chat with Emily and with Caitlin, then more trenchcoat shopping, and failing. Where the f#¥k are the Zara stores?
We headed off, hands in heads, to the Centre d’Histoire de la Resistance et de la Deportation. Easy for you to say!
The centre is housed in the headquarters of the Gestapo during WWII, and being the charming bunch of thugs they were, they picked an average joint in a pretty ordinary part of the old city.
The story of the resistance was pretty good, if at times grim, only let down by a reluctance to help out us English speaking heathens.
Amazing that the head of the Gestapo in Lyon, Klaus Barbie, wasn’t caught till the ’70’s, and not tried till 1986.

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More trenchcoat shopping awaited, so we alighted from old Gestapo building renewed in search of a Zara store, and…..praise the lords (for this is catholic country!) not one, but two Zara’s appeared before us….and, voila, one gorgeous, French, very chic trenchcoat miraculously appeared, was purchased, and happy days all round!
Who cares what happens for the rest of the day, Rachael’s happy, I’m happy, all is good with the world.
Time for one last evening stroll around Lyon and a Gelato to finish the night before darkness.

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Bring on a 470km drive to Nice tomorrow!
470k’s?
Time for a drink…au voir!

Beaune to Lyon – The Roundabouts Tourist Drive

Lyon, France


Our last day in Beaune started with a run around the old town a few times as there were no parks nearby. Even on our last day we were still discovering parts of Beaune on our run that we hadn’t seen yet and it was also sales day for many shops who had their wares out the front on sale for a bargain price of 30 – 50%off, so only €100!!! Before heading to Lyon we grabbed some brekky, our usual coffee creme and some provisions for our drive, which we estimated would take about 3-4 hours.

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Hugh got us out of Beaune, which in the end took all of 2 minutes, then it was my turn to drive. Whilst I managed to steer clear of the gutter I did take a bit longer to get used to the gears as they were so close together, I kept going from 2nd to 4th or leaving it in 3rd when I thought I was in 1st, otherwise all went well. We stopped for lunch at a quaint town an hour later along the river which seemed to flow the whole journey with us.

After lunch it was time for me to resume my position in the passenger seat as I has enough driving for one day, Poor Hugh, his part of the drive was through all the towns, of which some were major cities, due to the fact we were avoiding the tolls. Each town was preceded by a number of roundabouts which were, on average, 1-2 kms apart. Once through the town the roundabouts would continue until the next town. No long country roads for this part of the trip. All in all we both agreed that for the duration of the trip we went through at least 60 roundabouts in total, quite the challenge and frustration in a manual car!!!

Once we arrived in Lyon the traffic was like entering Paris and Hugh did a great job at navigating his way through the city centre. Lyon is the second largest city in France so it s a lot different to what we thought it would be, but fortunately we are in the old centre in the middle of the 2 rivers. Before arriving in Lyon we had to text the lady who owns the apartment we were staying in, 1 hour before arriving so she could meet us there. We did this but alas no woman at the apartment when we arrived. A few calls, texts, emails later we got onto her, she didn’t get the text, and she was on her way but would be an hour.

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We drag our suitcases back to the car which is parked a block away and costs only €30 a day, and head into town for a look around in 30 degree heat, Phew, quite a change in temperature.

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Once Christel, the owner, got to the apartment all was good. It’s a large studio on the 4th floor (no lift!) behind a huge wooden door, in a little lane filled with…….XXX shops!! Oops! Actually ok, as the rest of the area is pretty upmarket, and the studio is fantastic. Off to the patisserie for dinner provisions, some beers, and dinner is served.

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After dinner a long walk around the district as it doesn’t get dark till about 10.30. Only one full day in Lyon so we could be busy tomorrow.

Ballooning over Beaune

Beaune, France


Our only full day in Beaune (bone), so plenty to do.
First port of call, the patisserie for brekky, then a coffee creme. We now know the French are hopeless at coffee, but the creme is as close as we will get to a decent cup, so…..when in France!
As with a lot of French towns, the old city is surrounded by walls, or fortresses, which were designed to keep out the maraudering Huns, or Gauls, or Romans….or neighbours.
Beyond the walls was a moat, for those said invaders who couldn’t swim!!
The old centre of Beaune is one of those towns, with some of the moat still flowing, and the rest made over to grassed areas, or car parking.
It is a most beautiful centre, with cathedrals, hospices, shops and lane ways, cafes, wine cellars, patisserie’s, etc, all crammed into a walled garden about 2.5k around.

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After brekky we headed of into the countryside, loaded the GPS for non toll roads, and set sail for the old village, Chateauneuf en-Auxois.

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Our travels there took us thru quaint villages on smaller and smaller roads till we climbed the hill to this most enchanting village, classed as one of the loveliest villages in France, with an impressive, medieval castle.
One of the previous owners of the castle took a fancy to someone other than her husband, knocked him off, and got burnt at the stake for her troubles!
That was back in the 1400’s mind you!

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After a wander around we headed down to the town of Meursault, with is a premium white burgundy region.

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This is where Rachael’s command of the French language took off.
I asked the lady at one of the cellars doors how you pronounced said towns name, she demonstrated, and Rachael was away, guttural “r’s”, swallowed vowels…..the whole Inspector Clouseau impersonation!
To make matters worse, later on she was complimented on her pronunciations, and was declared a French speaker.
She’s now bunging on the accent when speaking English!!!

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Anyway, we move on.
Beaune is a beautiful place, but to be fair we thought we’d head out to the burbs in search of a recommended cellar of cheap plonk, according to the Lonely Planet.
Well….we ended up in the Bronx of Beaune, in a shopping centre similar to the NQR of NQR stores. A girl was been frog marched out the door by the cops, handcuffed no less, which didn’t paint a great picture, and it went down hill from there.
The so called cellars was the bargain basement of plonk, tres very ordinaries!
All was not lost though, as we needed plastic glasses for our dinner and can across some charming Eiffel Tower ones, 4 to a pack… €1.50. Winners!!
Quickly out of the Bronx…..and.

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Another visit to a cellar in Beaune, more tastings, more compliments…..then to the charcuterie for some dinner, then off for the highlight of the day/week…a hot air balloon ride over Burgundy.

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In total we had 8 of us in the balloon which was a nice number, 4 each side. The set up of the balloon was amazing to watch in itself and took about 30 minutes before we were all hustled on board, and in no time were up in the air watching the people below become smaller and smaller.

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It felt like you were drifting seamlessly away from the ground, up into the air and the only time you knew you were in the balloon was the intermittent shot of propane from the gas cylinders which jolted you back to the fact you were only floating in the air. A bizarre concept to get your head around, but fascinating to watch the pilot use the thermal air and gas to move us around the Burgundy district.

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The view from above was truly breathtaking and you could hear a pin drop, it was that quiet and still in the air. We had a beautiful sunny evening and our photos and video of the whole experience have captured the experience beautifully.

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Whilst we debated about the cost of doing the balloon ride, I’m pleased we did as it was an experience we will never forget and to see the rows and rows of vines amongst the many villages was something to behold. The landing was perfect, in the middle of a road, in the middle of nowhere, and our support crew was there within 5 minutes to collect us. Once packed up we headed to a Chateau to toast the success of the ride with a glass, or two, of Champagne before heading back to our Hotel.

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Our last job before bed was to head into the old city of Beaune and capture some night shots of this beautiful town.

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This has been a wonderful 2 days experiencing the best wine region of France and tomorrow we head to Lyon which thankfully is only 130kms away.