Planes, trains and automobiles (and you
can add a ship, trams, Segways, rickshaws, boats and good old shoe leather)
best describes this months whirlwind trip around parts of Europe. This blog is not really about cruising,
although boats, yachts and ships feature quite a bit, seems we might be a bit
addicted….
So here goes –
Flew Cape Town to Athens via
Johannesburg and Doha.
24 hours later arrived at Athens International
and were met by a very patient lady holding a board with names of Proaxia
employees and who then had the onerous task of hearding us all to the awaiting
coaches.
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Cocktails on arrival |
A 55min coach ride south and we arrived
at Cape Sounion, a real gem on the south eastern coast of Athens, nestled under
the shadow of the Temple of Poseidon. Cape Sounion is the spot where Aegeus, King of Athens, leapt to his death off the cliff, giving his name to the Aegean Sea. The story goes that Aegeus was anxiously looking out from Sounion and despaired when he saw a black sail on his son Theuses ship, returning from Crete. On departing Cape Sounion to attempt to defeat the Minotaur, Theseus agreed that if he was successful, on his return, he would fly a white sail, but tragically, although he was successful, he simply forgot the sail.
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View of bay, Temple & resort from our
room |
The resort has a 180deg view of the bay which provides safe anchorage
for numerous sailing yachts and some super yachts.
After welcoming cocktails we were
zipped to our cabanas by golf cart to freshen up, ready for the official
welcoming barbeque on the beach. The
setting, décor, food and company, under cloudless, star strewn skies was the
perfect start to our European trip.
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Gathering for beach party |
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Beautiful setting, Temple of Poseidon
in the back ground |
To take a step back, in recognition of the
achievement of some significant milestones by Proaxia, the company Kevin works
for, all employees and partners were invited to attend a special weekend celebration
at Cape Sounion. The whole event was
made even more special by the opportunity created for the employees, all of
whom are globally situated and have little more than internet contact with each
other, to meet in person.
Sunday saw a split in the majority of
people, two trips were organized, one to a local vineyard for a tour and wine
tasting – well, we come from Cape Town where wine is arguably the best,
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Delicious Tapas at the
foot of the Acropolis |
so we took
the other option, a coach trip into Athens and a tour of the original
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Meandering through Plaka |
Olympic
stadium and the Acropolis, with lunch at a magnificent restaurant at the foot
of the ruins and we even got a tour of the city of Plaka thrown in.

Lunch provided the opportunity to taste a
local dish – octopus, which turns out to be a sliced, very large grilled octopus
tentacle, surprisingly tender, best washed down with good Ouzo on ice. The Acropolis was restored sometime back but
it was not very successful so now a major restoration effort is underway which
unfortunately means scaffolding surrounds for many years to come.
A bit of wandering and an ice-cream saw
Kevin and I hold the tour buses up for a couple of minutes (seems African time
is worse than Greek time), rather embarrassing.
Another amazing evening of roof top
cocktails, speeches and a gala dinner and all too soon the weekend was
over.
The next morning breakfast was
time for farewells as the majority boarded busses and headed out, some to
continue on holiday and some back to work.
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Temple of Poseidon |
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View from the foot of the Temple |
We were fortunately in the holiday category and were staying on another
night at Cape Sounion so together with TC and his wife we donned our walking
shoes and trekked off to see the Temple of Poseidon, only to be stopped at the
gate as it was a public holiday and the Temple was closed. On the return we stopped at a quaint local
tavern on the seashore where we consumed Tappas including more of that octopus
washed down with local beer this time and it tasted just as good. Could get used to this Greek way of life.

Next day we were winging our way to
Barcelona, Spain – via Istanbul, Turkey for lunch. After checking in to our hotel we were off
exploring and found a marina, two yacht clubs and a great waterfront
complex. Next morning we hopped on the
“City Sightseeing Tour Bus” for a quick spin around Barcelona,
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Port Olimpic |
stopping quickly
at Port Olimpic where the events of the 1992 Summer Olympics were hosted and which, incidentally, was the reason for the
turnaround of the harbor area from slum to tourist attraction (during the
Olympic games) to highly sought after, expensive real-estate (the accommodation
built for the Olympic athletes is now upmarket residences).
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We watched our ship come in from
the hotel the night before |
Then it was time to board the MSC
Orchestra to begin our Western Mediterranean cruise, so exciting. We were fortunate to have been upgraded to a
balcony suite at no extra cost, it was amazing.

All is very organized, an information session spelled out do’s and
don’t’s and how things work, followed by an emergency drill – that was quite
funny really, we all gathered on the deck next to the life rafts and were shown
how to don our life jackets, I would far rather have learned the workings of
the life rafts!!
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Farewell cocktails |
Then we whizzed up to
the 14th (top) deck to wave farewell to Barcelona as we cast off and
headed out to sea.
Dinner is served in two sessions in two
dining rooms, first at 19:00 and second 21:30.
Somehow we were in the 2nd sitting and lo and behold our
table companions were an elderly South African couple, what were the odds. A late dinner on the first night was cool,
gave us plenty of time to explore and the ship is massive so there was lots to
see.
Fortunately from the second night
we were moved to the earlier dinner session and to our delight we had a South
African waitress.
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Arrival in Corsica |
Day 2 arrive in Corsica (France) –
disembarked and found a little tourist train with English commentary guide.
We
got off at Napolean’s monument and not concentrating got back on the wrong
train, fortunately spotting the mistake just in time to leap back on the
correct one as it was heading down the road.
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The WRONG Train ha ha ha |
Lunch in a little café with free wi-fi, English speaking maître di and
the most delicious moules mariniere (mussels in their shells with local goats
cheese and white wine sauce). Night time
departure and mini wine tasting after dinner – not bad wines – in the ships
wine bar with good music.
Day 3 Civitavecchia (Italy) – Disembarked
with a friendly Australian couple we met at breakfast, took a long walk to and
around a marina
followed by a brief stop at the yacht club, standing wide open
with no-one in sight to assist so on to lunch on the balcony of


Riva di Traiano
Open Club, then back to a café with free wi-fi to get daily downloads
(data is
so expensive on the ship we decided against that option), I went to the loo and set off an alarm by pulling the cord
hanging from the ceiling which I thought was the flush so embarrassing,
then we
had a little difficulty finding the ship as we had been paying more attention
to conversation and less to our surroundings in the morning, to find our
buddy’s the Carr’s already onboard.

Day 4 La Spezia (Italy) – A rainy
day
made going ashore less appealing, Kevin and the Carr’s popped out to catch up
on internet and do a wine tasting and I spent time lounging on the ship.
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Really narrow streets |
Day 5 Genoa (Italy) – A short walk from
the harbor and we decided to do a rickshaw tour, fortunately the bikes were
semi-electric so we didn’t feel so bad.
What an amazing trip, the guides were well versed and informative and
the streets so narrow that we barely fitted through, apparently the city was
built as a labyrinth so that enemies would become confused and easy to
kill.
We learnt about the old and new
Mafia and
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Genoa Cathedral |
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Piazza Raffaele de Ferrari |
stopped for photos at the fountain at Piazza Raffaele de Ferrari and
the
Genoa Cathedral where a busker was playing, we bought the CD he was pretty
good. Inside the Cathedral is an Armour Piercing shell that was fired through the north eastern corner by a British battleship in February 1941 and failed to detonate, a real miracle.
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Little boat from Mother Ship |
Day 6 Cannes (France) – Transfer
to
land by boat as the ship was too big to enter harbor, interesting trip as the
wind and waves were up and the boat leaked like a sieve.
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Cannes the City of Art |
Another tourist train trip down the Riviera,
past the Palais de Festivals et de Congres where the Cannes Film Festival is
held and through Le Suquet (Old Town).
The trip ended with a draft cider and wifi at a little Irish pub near
the harbor.
Day 7 Palma de Mallorca (Baleric
Island) – This was one of our most favourite stops, a charming Island with
beautiful marinas, could just imagine us here with our yacht.

We walked to the closest marina and did a
harbor cruise and had a G’n T at the Yacht Club.

Then it was all over and we were
heading for the airport again. For
anyone considering a cruise - drinks package is a must! We bought one while booking and it certainly
paid off. Cocktail of the day was a big
hit and in fact most cocktails were free on the package, also a most quaffable
Merlot and dry sparkling wine, some whisky’s Heiniken draft beer and most
spirits, cooldrinks, tea and coffee and ice cream. Drinks on board are horribly
expensive!
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The famous Grand Pier Weston-Super-Mare |
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Papa's - same table too |
We flew to Bristol, picked up a rental
car and drove to Weston-Super-Mare. Had
a snack at
Papa’s, the restaurant where we celebrated my Gran’s 93 birthday 3
years ago,
enjoyed a walk up and down the promenade then went for dinner only
to find we were no longer in the land of late meals, the restaurant at the
hotel closed at 20:00.
The Old Thatched
Cottage a quaint thatched restaurant, part of which is the original beach house
built in 1774, was our only choice and it was brill.
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Closest I came to a carpet of bluebells |
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View down Cheddar Gorge toward the reservoir |
Next morning we were off to the village
of Cheddar in Somerset, after which Cheddar cheese was named and which is still
made there today. It is also the home of
Cheddar Gorge, Cox’s Cave and Goughs Cave.
After purchasing cheese and biscuits for lunch,
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Goughs Cave |
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Jacobs Ladder |
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Goughs Cave |
we climbed the 274 steps
of Jacobs ladder and did the clifftop walk with breathtaking views forever. Our
picnic lunch on the clifftop idea was thwarted by rain but we managed to find a
cave on the side of the road back through the Gorge to hide in and eat. Goughs Cave was truly magnificent, it took Richard
Gough 6 years, working at night, to excavate, eventually breaking through into
the Diamond Chamber by the age of 72. It includes St Pauls Cathedral and
stalactites and stalagmites, the replica of the oldest complete skeleton ever
found in Britain - “Cheddar Man” who used to live there,
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Cave maturing cheese - Goughs Cave |
Solomon’s Temple and
the piles of Cheddar Cheeses maturing (the only truly cave matured cheese in
the world).
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Picnic in the cave |
Next was Cox’s Cave, the original
Cheddar Cave, discovered by Goughs uncle, but this was rather disappointing,
commentary and décor made it more a story of evolution rather than of the
actual cave.
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Bath Abby in the background |
A quick draft cider and next stop was a
lovely hotel on the river Avon in Bath for the night.
Walking shoes on again next day, we walked to
The Royal Crescent via the Circus, Bath Abbey and the famous Roman-built baths
which are so much bigger than they appear – you can almost picture the scenes
as they would have been when the Baths were built in AD60.
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He drank the water, said it wasn't bad |
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Royal Crescent |
Leaving Bath we drove past my grans old
house in Fishponds, had a quick drink at the Spotted Cow bar for old times sake
and onward to Langford to spend a couple of days with my cousin Sarah and her
husband Mark (who has definitely missed his calling as a tour guide
extraordinaire).

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Clifton Suspension Bridge over the River Avon with Giants Cave (yellow railing on left) |
Sarah organized and catered for a huge
family lunch, a spread fit for royalty, it was a day of reconnecting with those
family members I knew, meeting some for the first time and introducing Kevin to
all, a special event put together by special people.
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Clifton Suspension Bridge from Giants Cave |
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View from Cabots Tower |
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Top of Cabots Tower |
We were given an informative guided
tour of so many areas of Bristol by Mark and Sarah, we could never have
accomplished covering this much ground on our own. Clifton suspension bridge over Avon gorge and
the Avon river, Giants cave – not big giants in those days! to the top of Cabots
Circus tower with its amazing 360deg view of Bristol and Bristol Harbour.
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Wells Cathedral |
Clevedon and Wells (England's smallest City) and a whippy (soft
serve ice-cream right from the van),
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Railway Inn |
lunch at The Railway Inn, owned by Thatchers
cider brewery and serving great cider and food,
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St Michaels Tower |
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Glastonbury |
Glastonbury – a very
interesting town if you are interested in goth, fairies, gnomes and goblins and
flower power – up the Glastonbury Tor (a hill topped by St Michaels roofless
Tower) and went in search of a field of bluebells but were unfortunately a week
or so late.
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View from Glastonbury Tor |
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Top of Glastonbury Tor |

We then embarked on a road trip to
Scotland – whisky tasting having been high on both of our bucket lists. We stopped at the Donington Grand Prix
Exhibition “The heart of British Motorsport”
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Bretby |
then overnighted at Bretby (yes
it’s a real place) in Derbyshire, where my good friend Leonie now lives,

then
on to a picturesque B&B, Ach-Na-Side, on the Loch Ness Glen Hilltop.

A bit of exploring and we found the beautiful
Falls of Foyers then we were having a drink on the side of the Loch Ness, no
sign of Nessie though.
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The Dowans Hotel |
Next day we arrived at The Dowans Hotel
in Speyside just in time to hop into our whisky tasting chariot for the day
with Toby our guide and most importantly driver.
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The Gaynor frog was a hit |
First stop Ballindalloch, a castle and golf
course that 3 years ago began distilling their own whisky. It can only be
bottled in 7 years time and they are aiming at the top end of the whisky
market, such an interesting tour. On to
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Adding yeast to the mix |
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Beautiful equipment |
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A couple of these have been bought |
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Amazing whisky tasting |
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A stunning display |
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Not getting in there |
The
Glenlivet for lunch, then to Glenfarclas,
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Toby and Kevin and Gaynor frog @ Glenfarclas |
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Hard at work making whisky barrels |
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Kevin and Toby inspecting barrels @ the Cooperage |
the Speyside Cooperage where they
make the barrels – this is an actual Trade, highly skilled, paid and apparently
fast becoming sought after as the interest in it is dying out, and

finally we
skidded into Cardhu just before closing time, the day just flew past. In the field outside we found the most
fascinating pre-historic looking creatures, I just love them. I thought they would have some sort of fancy
biological name but on enquiring was told it’s a wooly coo (coo being Scottish
for cow) aka hairy coo, hysterical. Our
tour guide Toby made a brief stop at an Inn where we met some Danish hunters,
they had been shooting reindeer, apparently 6 that day, guess who isn’t getting
anything from Santa this year!!!
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Joe has quite a whisky selection |
Then finally a drink in a little pub on the
river – Fiddichside Inn, owned and run by Joe who is 87 years old.
Next morning on our way to Edinburgh we
had to take a detour back to the B&B as I had forgotten the Cheddar Cheese
we had purchased for our friends in France but this gave us the opportunity to
drive quite a length of the Loch Ness (still no Nessie) and Loch Lomond, a long
day but truly beautiful scenery.
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The beautiful Brown Villa |
Marseilles was the next stop, Juanita
met us at the airport and chauffeured us back to their beautiful house in
Pierrevert (yup, we called it Pervert).
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Good times, old friends |
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and Champagne |
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At the Cheese Market, yummy breads, |
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and Sweets |
Andy and Juanita treated us to a fun filled week to remember, a goats
cheese fair, goats cheese has genuinely been perfected by the French, it is
delicious,
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Lunch @ the Golf Club |
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He won a Printer, whoo... |
lunch at the Golf Club,
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Carrieres de Lumieres show |
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Streets of Castle of Baux |
an audio visual art show projected onto
various surfaces – roof, floor and columns, to music, in a cave - at Carrieres
de Lumieres followed by the Castle of Baux,
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Display at Castle of Baux |
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Blacksmith at work |
an amazing village of shops and
restaurants in a Medieval fortress ruins with replica siege engines on which
shows are performed daily,

we just missed the catapult display but were witness
to a sword duel,
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Marching through Aix |
late afternoon stroll and sundowners in Aix-en-Provence,

paddle
boating down the beautiful scenic Gorges du Verdon, and throughout lavender is almost out, bushes
have a light tinge of purple, poppy’s abound and its cherry season, such
amazing colours.
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The beach in Nice, like most of Europe, is pebbles not sand, varying in size |
Once again we were on the move, off to
Nice for two nights where I finally managed to get the Segway ride in that I
had been dying to do
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Exotic Cars galore outside the Casino |
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Service with a smile at Casino corner |
then a train to Monaco to walk the F1 Grand Prix track,
all laid out ready for the race on the Sunday.
First stop was Casino Square where there was no end of luxury and sports
cars driving around, the restaurant is obviously exclusive and charge to keep
the riff raff out – one beer cost €18 (around R320) so only one drink
there,
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The tunnel toward the swimming complex |
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With Niki Lauda |
the rest of the bars on the circuit were reasonable and what an
experience it was to walk the track – took almost 5.5 hours (there were lots of bars),
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Lewis Hamilton taking time out |
we saw a number of
racing drivers doing interviews or just getting ready for the next days
qualifying.
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No shortage of super yachts |
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They pack them in in marina's in Europe |
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The Greeks sure know what to do with Squid |
We then caught a train and a bus to
Marseilles airport and all came to a grinding halt. Manchester had been the victim of a terrorist
attack two days before and security had been tightened (that said security in
France is on full alert, there are well armed guards and police everywhere)
causing passport control jams and a bit of fast footing to catch our plane, but
we made it and landed in Athens again, back where it all began. We stayed in a neat little hotel near a large
marina, which we proceeded to scour the next day, then a little shopping and
tram riding before the long haul home.
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Finally, that pea in the Med!!!! |
Wow, what a trip…..
Back home and we are about to scatter
all over the place once again, fitting the long awaited hard top bimini and
moving home once more.