Italy

Pictures from Italy

I don't know why, but I have always wanted to go to Rome. Finally I got the chance. I bought myself a travel guide and spent a week reading it and planning out our way around Rome. I got a little excited and tried to see everything in just two and a half days. James said his feet suffered and I think he got a little sun stroke but we saw lots. On the first day we had a wander around the centre of the city, walked down the Spanish steps then sat by the Trevi fountain which is even more flamboyant than I imagined. We had our best meal in Italy on our first day when we found a little restaurant on a back street away from the crowds of tourists that made amazing pizza. Our second day was Sunday so we went to the Vatican City. We saw St Peters square, had a look around St Peters Basilica and then spent the rest of the afternoon in the longest queue possible through the Vatican museums to see the Sistine Chapel. Worth the wait though. We finished Sunday at the top of a fort guarding the entrance of the Vatican city to take in the view of the Basilica.

I think Monday was my favourite though. We walked to the Colosseum where we skipped the queue (I'm very glad we bought tickets before we left the UK). It is so impressive. Its huge. Apparently it was built to hold 60,000 people sitting and 10,000 people standing. Considering it is nearly a thousand years old it is also remarkably intact, only one side suffered people stealing stone from it over the ages. Having read some of the information cards it seems the Romans had a brutal taste in entertainment though. From the Colosseum we moved onto the Roman forum. They are basically ruins of ancient Rome where people like Julius Caesar lived. It was odd walking around the same streets that Caesar would have walked.

On the Monday afternoon we caught a flight to Sicily where our friend Nick was kind enough to let us stay in his flat. Sicily was lovely and a lot more relaxed than Rome. Nick showed us around the local area. We spent some time at the beach, saw a nearby flock of flamingoes and ate a few breakfasts at a cafe next to a salt museum on a lagoon. They make sea salt there in the traditional way by evaporating the water in pools that become increasingly more shallow. They then shovel it into wheelbarrows and finally pour it into giant piles of along the side of the pools. The lagoon made a lovely setting to watch the sun go down with a gin and tonic.

One morning we made a trip to Segesta which is an ancient temple built on top of a hill. It was never completed apparently but was still very impressive. There was also a amphitheater at the top of a hill so there was an amazing view off the back of the stage. There was a spot in the middle where if you spoke it could be heard all around the seating area.

Our busiest day in Sicily was our last. We went with Nick to visit a town at the top of a hill called Erice. It is a pretty, old fashioned town with cobbled streets and quaint, white stoned buildings. We walked right to the highest point and ate a picnic lunch at the edge of a cliff with a stunning view of the coast.

Nick then dropped us off in Trapani from where we took a ferry to the nearby island of Favignana, whilst Nick went to work. Once we arrived on the island we hired two bicycles and equipped with a map we cycled around the east of the island. We found a lovely beach with crystal clear water where we sat and enjoyed the sunshine for a while. We actually were the whitest people on the beach. Everyone else was Italian and at the end of the summer they were all very tanned. We stuck out like a sore thumb.

It was great cycling around. We felt like we saw lots more than we would have done walking and didn't get so tired out. James enjoyed it so much that he insists that on any future holiday we hire bikes. We took the fast Cat back to Trapani as the sun set then had a wander around the old town, which had some beautiful architecture, before finding a pizza restaurant that had come highly recommended.

We both really enjoyed Italy. It was lovely to see Nick and meet some of his friends. My highlight was the Colosseum which was touristy but not to be missed. The ice cream or Gelato was incredible, particularly the coffee flavour and I am now a fan of tiramisu. The only slightly disappointing thing was the food which was not as great as expected. I think that is only because we do Italian food so well in the UK though. Also, it is just not fair that when we pay to go somewhere hot and sunny the UK gets temperatures of 30 degrees at the beginning of October! Oh well, we have just booked flights to Cuba in January. I bet the UK won't be so warm then.

Glamping in Devon

The last weekend of the summer, just before the schools go back, perfect time to go camping. Or in our case Glamping. There were eight of us that were going to desend on Croyde on the Friday, mostly after work. However Nick and I had the day off so we could spend the morning trying to solve the slight problem of how to pack a tent, 4 sleeping bags, three air beds, 4 pillows, 4 surf boards, 1 body board, a cool bag full of food and drink, 7 wetsuits, several bags of clothes, a cricket set and the obligatory twister game into the boot of a audi A3. Well, as we discovered it only works if you put the drinks in with the spare tyre and the wet suits in the surf board bags on the roof rack. Stupidly we managed to get to this point before realising the tow hook (needed to secure the surf boards to the roof) was in with the spare tyre, now under all our stuff. So after packing the car for a second time we were ready to leave by the time James and Amy made it home from work.

From Left: Beccs, Charlie, James, Nick,
Amy M, Trevor, Amy S, Caroline, Ben
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We must remember in the future that our predicted 3 hour journey always takes over 4 hours because the roads are rubbish. However we made it to the cherry tree camp site in plenty of time to make the other campers laugh with our squeaky air bed foot pump before wandering to the pub for some dinner. Amy, Trevor, Ben and Beccs arrived during the evening and had the fun of setting up the tents in the dark.

Saturday morning we were up bright and early for a cooked breakfast made in the kitchenette section of Amy and Trevors very large tent. There was fresh tea brewing in the pot (hence the glamarous part of our camping) and a selection of condements to go with the sausage, bacon, egg and beans. We then headed to the beach for our first attempt at surfing in over a year. I think it was a successful attempt too. I managed to stand up on my first try and I think I was more surprised than most. At least it made me feel less of a fraud having spent the first hour in the sea teaching Beccs how to catch a wave and stand (yes stand) for her first experience of surfing. By the time we got back to the tents it had clouded over and the heavens fell in so we zipped ourselves in to chill out for a few hours.

Charlie arrived to make us a party of nine. In true group camping style we had a game of rounders on some incredibly slippy grass which made it all the more fun. There was less skill and more sliding involved plus a very graceful face landing courtesy of Amy M before the game finished in time for dinner at the other local pub.
Sunday we packed up the tents, ate another hearty breakfast then made our way to Woolacombe beach. In true extreeme sport style James managed to get dragged along the beech by a kite, ripping his best pair of jeans in the process much to everyones amusement. Unfortunately I missed the whole spectacle but it does mean a shopping trip is now in order. A little surfing, some cloud bathing and a sandy BBQ later it was time to make our way home.

My 28th Birthday

This week has been a good one, I have been pretty busy but mostly it has been fun. On Monday Charlotte and I met up in Camden in London. Charlotte had been given a voucher whilst shopping in Colchester to have her hair and makeup done with a friend followed by a photo shoot. It seemed a great excuse to meet up and have a day out in the capital.

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I was first to have my hair and make up done. I asked to have slightly wavy hair but not too boofant. Afterwards Charlotte said she wanted something simular but challenged the guy to get some volume into her hair. I have never seen so much back combing. It did look great though. We then had our photos taken. I think the lady took about 60 or so. We had taken our own clothes and we had about three changes of outfit. Some of the pictures were taken with us

together but most were individual. Most of them were incredibly cheesy but some were nice.

The most difficult it was choosing what pictures to keep and which to get rid of. We were able to have one free one each and naturally the others were pricey. The lady tried to do us a deal to make us buy lots but we were having none of it. Didn't really want to part with any cash. Eventually we came back with four. An individual one each. A picture of us together and Charlotte had an extra one.

From Camden we went onto Covent Garden where we had a wander around the shops. Charlotte knew of a good milk shake shop in the market area. I had a maltesers shake whilst watching the string quartet playing 'Arrival of the Queen of Sheba'. Afterwards we went to get some dinner. We made our way to a morroccan resturant called Souk Medina which is just off Neal Street. We both failed miserably to eat all of our huge tagines but they were delicious.

Dinner finished in perfect timing for us to wander around the corner to the theatre where we watched 'The Woman in Black'. It was amazing. The theatre was small but we had great seats, right in the middle near the front. The play is an old fashioned ghost story. There are only two actors and it starts off as a comedy but turns into a mild horror. There was a lot of suspense and it was quite jumpy but probably one of the best shows I have seen in the West End.

The next day was my birthday. I met up with Kelly for a light lunch and then James and I went out in the evening for dinner. We went to a new Thai resturant in Petersfield. The food was lovely, definately somewhere to visit again.

Wednesday I started my new job in Stroke rehabilitation. It is such a novelty being able to leave the hospital at 5pm each day and have most of my weekends off. A different world from working in MAU. I finished off my week on Friday with a BBQ in the back garden with a group of friends. I think in summary I seem to have eaten loads this week, perhaps I ought to go for a run.

France June 2011

At the beginning of June it was time to go back to the South West of France again to stay at Maison de Pruniers. This time I went with James, Charles, Sarah and Nick. Again it was an opportunity for the boys to drive their cars so we caught the fast cat ferry from Portsmouth to Le Havre and then drove over 600 miles along the auto routes to the house close to Moniestier.

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This year we were not so lucky with the weather as we have been in the past but we still managed to get out an about. We started the week by visiting a market in Duras where Charles suffered after eating some seriously strong cheese and Nick was ripped off by a market seller who chopped off an enormous chunk of cheese for him to buy. Sarah and I both bought ourselves a shopping basket each which seems to be what the locals use instead of plastic bags. That afternoon we drove to Chateau Monbazillac to taste some wine and replenish our stocks of their desert wine.

The next day we decided that considering it was our third visit to this house which is built on the grounds of a golf course that we must have a go at some golf. None of us thought we were good enough to play properly so we hired some clubs, some basket of balls and hit the driving range. It was good fun but just proved we were not good enough to play properly. I had to make several attempts before even hitting each ball and when I did who know what direction it would go in. I did get one to go more than 50m though which I was pleased with. Charles was our big hitter though making a distance of more than 300m. Though even he had no control of the direction.

One day we drove for an hour along winding country lanes to go for lunch at Sarahs uncles house. He retired out there in his early fifties a couple of months ago. His house was beautiful, a converted old farm house. They had added a tennis court, swimming pool, conservatory, summer house complete with bar and two areas where there family can stay when they visit. However it seemed her uncle was most proud of his wine cellar which was complete by a small table and seating area for tasting. Someone said when we got home that unless you see places like this then you have nothing to aspire to.

After leaving his house we wandered into the picturesque local town which was built on top of a big hill, from which we could see a huge house in the distance. That house turned out to be Chateau Biron which we wandered around later that afternoon. We were all slightly spooked by the torture chamber in the basement of the house until we found out it had been set up as a film set and was entirely props.

Sarah, Charles, Nick, Me, James.

We jointly decided that one day we would like to spend some time in Bordeaux. Charles has a friend who was a student there a few years ago and had recommended and area with some good bars and restaurants. We decided that we would get two rooms in a local cheap hotel so we could all enjoy some wine with dinner. The hotel for the five of us was cheaper than a taxi would have been. Before getting some food we went to see the fountain alongside the river which essentially is water over the pavements which reflects the ornate buildings behind it. There were lots of restaurants to choose from but we chose one that seems traditionally French. We all agree it was the best meal we had. Starting with a pate of choice, followed by either duck or pork with roasted potatoes, pureed swede and accompanying sauce and completed with profiteroles or crème brulee. Yummy! From there we wandered on and found a lovely wine bar with a difference. It had life size trees in the middle, overstuffed ornate French furniture and sold only wine. Just as well James had started to try some of the local wines and was managing to no longer pull strange faces.

On our way home from Bordeaux we made a stop at St Emillion for lunch. Unfortunately there were no wine tours that day but we had a wander and Charles and Nick bought some grape vines to bring home instead.

On Saturday we went into Ste Foy La Grande to the market. It was the biggest, busiest and best market I have been to in France. Lots of fresh fruit, vegetables, meat, fish and other stalls with clothes and jewellery. I managed to buy a bag full of fresh cherries for next to nothing.

On the Sunday we got up early to make our way back to the ferry port. The funniest bit of the driving was getting through the tolls. As there were five of us there was always someone in a car on their own making it pretty difficult to reach to pay.

James' 28th Birthday.

Trying to keep anything a surprise is nearly impossible. I decided to book an activities afternoon for the day before James' birthday back in February. Of course by the end of February he knew exactly where we were going even if everyone pretended he didn't. On Sunday the 17th April we Myself, James and a group of friends made our way to the new Go Ape course near Southampton. We were lucky to have beautiful weather for April. I'm sure the afternoon would not have been nearly as fun if it were raining.

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When we got there we were taught how to use our harnesses and how to link them to the safety lines. We also had the Go Ape mantra drummed into us: 'Always stay attached'. It didn't take long for us to realise why. We made our way around a course that consisted of wobbly ladders to climb into the trees, lots of obstacles to make our way over in the tree tops and several zip lines to bring us back to ground level. Possibly the scariest moment was just before doing a Tarzan jump. Basically I hooked myself up and jumped before I could chicken out. The rope had slack in it so I dropped about 3 feet before swinging several meters to land in a net suspended in the trees. I only discovered later that the deep breath I take before jumping only helps me scream.

The last obstacle was a series of ropes that you had to walk across, suspended up near the tree tops. One of my friends insisted that I had to talk her across because she was starting to feel sick being so high up and couldn't look at her feet in case she saw how far away the ground was. I think several of us discovered we were not as happy with heights as we thought we were. I think we all had good fun though.

To recover in the evening we made our way to Emsworth for a BBQ and birthday cake in the back garden. All in all a fun day though possibly not a surprise for the birthday boy.

Thailand

I think James and I have decided to make it a regular event that we go on holiday during February so that we can get away from the worst part of the winter and find some sunshine to make us cheerful again. This year there was no hesitation in deciding where to go. James' brother Stuart moved to Thailand at the end of last year with only 4 days notice to start a new job. Naturally Thailand became the perfect destination.

We flew into Bangkok where we stayed for the weekend. Inbetween suffering from a touch of jet lag and in James' case some food poisoning we did manage to visit the Grand Palace and Khaosan Road. This is an area visited by backpackers and we met a guy on holiday from Amsterdam and a girl from Eastbourne. We had a great night out in a bar with live music that overlooked the road. Unfortunately for James this inspired his street noodles which he classed as an Asian version of Kebab.

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On the Monday morning we flew to the island of Phuket. We were collected from the airport and taken by taxi the the Lim Han pier where we waited for a boat. The only way I can describe the first sight of The Village Coconut Island is if you imagine what paradise would be. I had heard about the island and seen pictures on the website. However for some reason I was still amazed by how perfect and beautiful it looked. They have a small pier which enables you to walk from the boat, across a white sandy beach, under the palm trees and to a golf buggy which we were driven to the reception in. We were then told about our upgrade. Thanks to Jess who had helped us book the accommodation in the first place we were upgraded to a three bedroomed villa complete with its own private swimming pool. Very luxurious. We did make use of the pool too swimming every day as a way of cooling off in the evening.

Every day was hot and we experienced some fantastic lightening storms during the evenings. The worst was whilst we were eating dinner at a restaurant at the Han Lim pier. This particular restaurant did not have walls only plastic roll down shutters which seemed designed to keep out light showers. Not torrential monsoons like we experienced. Most of the customers had to move seats to the centre of the dining room away from the rain whilst the staff got soaked fighting to keep the shutters in place. We waited until the rain stopped before going to get the boat back to the island. Whilst standing on the pier we saw some stunning lightening that spread horizontally around the sky several times. We found out from Stuart that one of the islands boats had been rescued from sinking and a couple of trees had also come down during the storm. My only casualty was the book I had left by the pool which took the rest of the holiday to dry out.

We went on a few evenings out with Stuart into Phuket and Patong. It was good because after several months living there he knows some good places to go. We ate some great Thai food played some serious Jenga and also had the best muscles I have ever eaten in a Belgian restaurant that specialises in European beers. Having said all that, my favourite food of the holiday was the Thai food on the menu at the Village where we were staying. Full compliments to the Canadian Chef who has been living there 8 years.

On the Wednesday we took a boat to the island opposite Coconut island. The beach there was perfect and as it was also the site of a pearl farm. Thursday we got up early to go on an activity day. In the morning we stopped off at an area to see some wild monkeys before going white water rafting. The rafting was slightly reminiscent of the River Rother Rafting Race. There must have been 30 plus rafts on the river and it was therefore like bumper cars on the way down. As the water level was fairly low in the river small dams had been built to collect water so they could be opened as the rafters go past. It was good fun.

Next was the Elephant treking. James and I were on the same elephant with its driver. However it was not long before the driver got off and let us sit further forward on the elephant. I was at the front and had to tuck my legs behind its ears. It wasn't the most stable I have ever been but the elephant did seem to hold its ears back while we were going down hill as if holding me in place. I was still greatful for James holding me on around the middle. All the elephants used for the tourist trade had been rescued from the logging industry. I think ferrying tourists around the forest must have been favourable to them than hauling logs around all day every day. Last on the agenda for the day was to ride a quad bike around the rutted roads of the forest.

On the Saturday we went for a kayak around the islands next to coconut island. We managed to find a deserted island with an old bar on it that had long since been forgotten about. We also found a empty beach that was worthy of a picture or two. We had been told to get the kayak back to the island by 5pm to account for the tide. Unfortunately we should have got back slightly earlier. We discovered that when the tide goes out the mud it uncovered is very simular to the mud found in Emsworth. Thick, black and sticky. Getting the kayak in did give the people on the beach a good laugh.

Sunday we set off early again to meet a boat for tour of the island at Phang Nga. We motored out to some of the most beautiful surroundings I have ever seen. The water was flat calm with a slightly greenish tint. Small islands rose out of the water almost like mountains. There were lots of them and we got to explore them in kayaks. I can only assume the landscape was the inspiration for the floating mountains in the film Avatar. We also went through some caves that led to an enclosed mangrove which was very scerene. As the tide was high we had to lie down at times to get through the caves in the kayak without bashing our heads. One of the islands was James Bond island which was filmed in 'Man with the Golden Gun'. As there was a small beach opposite it we were able to get some reasonable photographs. The only shame is how touristy the beach had become. It was lined with stalls selling cheap mementoes. The afternoon was spent on yet another beautiful beach where we were able to cool off by going for a swim and drinking pina colada out of coconuts.

The last day we went for a bike ride around Coconut island. Having managed to avoid being bitten by mosquitos for most of the holiday in the space of 2 hours I got thoroughly munched. We cycled (well walked) up the steepest hill ever seen, which is a lot coming from someone who has treked to Everest base camp. When we got to the top we found there was no where to go except back the way we had come. A lot of hard work but the reward was possibly the best view on the island.

Week in Bodrum

Its October and therefore time for a week somewhere in the sun. James had to do some diving to get a development week off work so we started looking around the Mediterranean for places to go. Egypt priced us out again so the other options were Tunisia and Turkey. As the Government is currently advising against Tunisia due to the risk of kidnapping that left us with Turkey. It may have been last on the list but we found it to have been a great choice.

As before when we went to Cyprus we booked a cheap deal on the internet. This time however we were more careful with the location of the hotel. Close to Bodrum but also next to a marina with some Diving schools in a village called Turgutreis. Once we had booked it we discovered two of our friends, Jules and Sam were going to be on a sailing holiday in Turgutreis too. When we arrived we left the airport to find the transfer company. They looked at our forms and said 'Your hotel is closed'. However the company have changed you to another hotel. We didn't have much choice at that point but to go to the new hotel as it was gone midnight.

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The new hotel was called the Bodrum holiday resort and spa. It was apparently a 5 star hotel and was pretty good. Not the same type of 5 star you would get in the UK but good none the less. However it was based on the other side of Bodrum. Even better though it had a diving school attached, based on the hotels 'private beech' which was a area on the waters edge, though not sandy.

We spent the first day getting acquainted with the area and made our way into Bodrum to have a look around. Bodrum was probably originally a fishing town based on the South East Coast of Turkey. It now is bustling harbour town obviously thriving on the tourist industry and yachting industry. Whilst we were there it was the week of the wooden boat festival. As a result the harbour was lined with hundreds of traditional looking wooden yachts which effectively surrounded the castle sitting at the midpoint of the harbour.

On our second day we took the bus into Bodrum and then another bus out the other side to Turgutreis to meet Jules and Sam on their boat. They had gone for a holiday with Sunsail so we joined them on their yacht for a day and went sailing. It was lovely. Really good weather, the first they had during their holiday. Jules has done his yacht master qualification but said he had stretched his sailing capability during the holiday because of the storms they had been through. The day we sailed though the sun shone and there was a light breeze, perfect for making our way under sail to a nearby village just round the coast called Gumusluk.

When we got there the small pontoon was full so we tied up to a buoy before getting into the dinghy to go ashore. Despite best efforts Jules could not get the outboard running so instead we paddled the short way to the restaurants lined up along the beech. We ate lunch of fresh fish before Jules and Sam attempted to wade to a small island which had sunk after an earthquake. James and I decided to save the camera and stay in the dry. We did get some funny pictures of them before they gave up and waded back. We had time for some more sailing before heading back to the marina for some drinks and some dinner.

Jules and Sam

The next day we had a relaxing day at the hotel before heading into town for some dinner. Being around the hotel for the day meant we had a chance to book the diving for the next two days. James booked the deep diver course and I booked the Advanced Open water course which is the natural progression from my previous qualification. The Advanced Open Water means you do five dives of different specialities. On the first day we boarded the boat and motored off to a local island that had some good diving sites. James and I dived together for the first day. Both of us did a deep dive to 34m and had a look at a plane wreck. The afternoon dive was to 25m and through a ship wreck. We discovered later on that both the wrecks had been sunk artificially by the Turkish government to provide some good diving sites. The dives were good and felt happy and comfortable in the water. The only problem was how nauseous I felt once I got out of the water and back onto the boat. Strangely I think it was the diving rather that the boat which made me feel ill. I did recover quickly though.

The next day we took the boat out again to do our third dive together. This was to practise buoyancy control at different depths. I discovered it is very difficult to laugh under water with a regulator in your mouth. I had got my weight balance right and now could float still, suspended in the water without floating up or sinking down. However for some reason whenever I tried to hold both my flippers in the crossed legged position I rolled backwards so my head was down and feet pointing up to the surface. The more I tried the funnier it got until I eventually gave up. My third an fourth dives I did with just the instructor as James had gone off to do another deep dive. I did a navigation dive and learnt how to use a compass underwater. I also did a fish recognition dive which was more of a recreational dive looking at the local marine life.

The next day was Sunday and after all the diving time to relax I thought. I booked James and I into the spa to have a Turkish bath and massage. I have never been to a spa before and thought whilst in Turkey why not. It was good. We started with a few minutes in the sauna before lying on a hot plinth for a scrub. They then covered us in bubbles squashed out of a giant muslin bubble before a brief massage and rinse. We then dried off and had a long massage before finishing off with a face mask. The whole thing lasted about two hours and was great.

Monday was our last whole day and as we had to check out a midday we had planned to head into Bodrum to look around the castle. When we got there we found the castle was open every day except Mondays. We headed to the tourist information shop to find out what else there was to look around. We were told that on Mondays all the museums and monuments are closed. We had no option but to head back to the hotel to read by the sea. Not a bad option to be honest because it was nice and hot. At just gone 10pm our transfer arrived to take us back to the nightmare that is Bodrum airport and before too long we were back in the freezing temperatures that is the UK.