Travel – Page 23 – Fergy's Rambles.

Still busy doing nothing.

14th of May.

Of the 14th of May I must confess I can tell you precious little. As I have mentioned in earlier I am relying heavily on my images to remind me of what I did on any particular day, but the sole image I have from this day is the one you can see and was apparently taken at 1808 hours. I cannot, to my eternal shame, even remember what that food was but I do recognise a cocktail sauce when I see one! Continue reading “Still busy doing nothing.”

Whatever happened next?

12th of May.

I am relying heavily on my images here to jog what decaying brain cells I have and it appears that I must have happened upon a place clled the Brasserie du Mont Blanc where I had a few excellent beers. At least I thought that was what it was called when I visited but, as the attached hyperlink shows, it is actually the name of a brewery so I really am at a loss to tell you what the actual bar was called. Sorry, folks, you will just have to discover it for yourself. It really was turning into that kind of trip. Continue reading “Whatever happened next?”

Another great day in another great city.

I did mention that the days had started to roll one into another when I was at Flaneur hostel and it would be terribly easy to spend quite a few months of your life there (and not overly expensive) in what is undoubtedly one of the best hostels I have ever stayed at. Continue reading “Another great day in another great city.”

Travel inertia sets in.

There is now going to follow, in this lamentably tardy blog, a series of days which are all very much the same and which the reader may wish to skim-read or even skip entirely. Believe me, there are some pretty crazy things to come!

Basically, I eventually fell foul of what I refer to as “travel inertia” insofar as I get to a place I like and just cannot get up the impetus to move on. It is not country or even continent specific, it will happen to me just about anywhere sooner or later on a trip. Continue reading “Travel inertia sets in.”

Another day, another travel debacle and another city.

The 9th May started early as I had determined to keep heading South in search of the still elusive sunshine and again decided to take it in easy stages so Lyon looked like a place to aim for. To live two hours train ride from Paris I really have visited France remarkably little, basically a cycling holiday in Normandy and Brittany about 30 years previously, and I was determined to rectify the situation now that I had the travelling head back on.

Whilst I described in the previous entry here that I had never heard of Macon, which provided me with enough reason to go there, I had most certainly heard of Lyon and was keen to see it as it is, if I have it correctly, one of the more important towns in the country. Again I had booked a carpool at about €9 or thereabouts which is roughly comparable to the bus and considerably cheaper than the train. Besides that, I was getting quite cosy with the concept. It is comfortable and you get a chance to chat to people as well, which I love to do. Try doing that on a long-distance bus and you are likely to be thrown off as a stalker! I had taken the precaution this time of finding out precisely where I was to be picked up and where I would be dropped off in Lyon and picked my hostel accordingly so that I was not going to have the trek I had endured in my last location. Continue reading “Another day, another travel debacle and another city.”

Exploring a town I had never heard of – it was shut!

After the slight travel difficulties of the previous day but revived by an excellent meal and a great night’s sleep I decided it was time to see Macon. I knew it was a bit of a trek back into the centre but I didn’t mind as I had nothing specific to do and all day to do it. Situation normal for Fergy really. Continue reading “Exploring a town I had never heard of – it was shut!”

Macon? Never heard of it, let’s go.

A last look at lovely Dijon. I do love that place.

The 7th May arrived, a Sunday. I had decided I was going to move as I was in imminent danger of falling foul of what I term “travel inertia” which constantly manages to creep up on me. As I believe I have mentioned previously in this blog I went to Dumaguete City in the Philippines for two or three days back in 2012 and was still there five months later! In truth, it caught up with me later in Rome but that is a long way down the track in this saga. Hopefully I’ll get to it sooner or later. Continue reading “Macon? Never heard of it, let’s go.”

Mussels? Here?

The 6th of May was again spent mostly just meandering about fairly aimlessly and enjoying the sights of Dijon, a city I did find rather pleasing on the eye. Certainly, I had scored my mustard (my main, if slightly idiotic reason for going there) but the rest was very much in the lap of the Gods. Continue reading “Mussels? Here?”

Night of the 4th of May revisited.

After the excellent repast of the previous evening (I am still salivating thinking of that boeuf Bourgignon!), I had a bit of a lie in on the morning of the 5th of May and awoke to a day that was much more climatically suited to me. Certainly it was not stunningly hot but at least it was dry and you could see the sun.

Perhaps somewhat oddly I still had the Al Stewart song “Night of the 4th of May” as an earworm. If you have happened upon this page randomly then please see the previous entry for an explanation of this. Continue reading “Night of the 4th of May revisited.”

Where did Al Stewart come from?

As I have explained in earlier entries in this series I was rapidly losing track of time and sometimes awoke wondering what country I was even in. It was therefore something of a surprise to find that shortly after waking on this day the Al Stewart song “Night of the 4th of May” bounced into my head in what I believe is called an earworm. It must have been something subliminal like seeing the date on the TV news but it was no problem as I simply love Al as an artist and have something like 17 of his albums in various formats. Whilst I do like his later offerings my favourites remain the earlier stuff most of which were written and released before I ever became a teenager or picked up a guitar. Continue reading “Where did Al Stewart come from?”