Hello again.
So, after being met by Megan at Heathrow, we caught the Heathrow Connect to Paddington Station. It was rather surreal to be on the train, which was above-ground, because it illuminated the fact that we were actually in a foreign country now. Spending 25 hours on a plane doesn't necessarily make you feel that you've actually gone anywhere, but travelling through the suburbs of London brought home the reality of the change that we've made to our lives. Catching a black London cab from Paddington to Megan and Brett's home made the experience even more exciting. Unfortunately, though not surprisingly - it was about 4.30 by the time we got in the cab - the traffic was pretty heavy, although we travelled past some landmarks, like 22b Baker Street...and I'm sure there were others too.
Anyway, it was a relief to make our way up to Megan and Brett's sixth-floor loft, which has a sloping ceiling and a view across to the financial district, including the Gherkin. A shower never feels better than one had after a long plane journey. I had to down three cups of coffee in about fifteen minutes (not an exaggeration!) to stay awake, while G had a cup of tea. To pass the time before we were due to meet Michelle at a nearby restaurant, Megan introduced us to some wonderful British TV, including the afore-mentioned "Golden Balls" and a Japanese obstacle course show, much like the stupid "Wipeout" that was on Australian television.
It was lovely to see Michelle again, and G & I were given a belated wedding present from the three of them - tickets to a West End show, overnight accommodation in a hotel, and breakfast the next morning, to be taken at a time of our choosing! We're looking forward to the experience.
The jetlag had the effect of making everything anyone said seem really hilarious, which probably just made me seem drunk. The dinner was great, although neither of us were that hungry, and the high cost of eating out in London became clear when the bill arrived. Luckily, the wait staff had failed to factor in the half-price deal that the restaurant had on that night, so it wasn't quite as expensive as it first appeared (but still expensive). Plus, we received free drinks because our meals were late, so all up it was a good dinner.
We were so glad to get to bed and slept immediately, but woke up around 4-ish. We both read for a while, then G went back to sleep while I finished my book. G woke up again around 7am, and we ate breakfast (vegemite on toast - like we never left!) with Brett when he got up. We left the flat at about 8.30, and Brett escorted us to Old Street tube station and made sure we got on the right train. It was only two stops to Kings Cross station, but struggling through the crowds as we made our way to the long-distance trains was not fun. Picking up our tickets was so easy, and because we'd booked on the internet (yay internet!) we were able to skip the long queue of people purchasing their tickets there and then. We had quite a thrill when we looked at the departures board and saw we were on The Flying Scotsman up to Edinburgh. The train was relatively empty (though we still had an encounter with a Mr Grumpy, who ruined the start of the journey), and we both had window seats across a table from each other.
The trip up to Edinburgh was just lovely, and I'd recommend this to anyone travelling between London and Edinburgh. We passed so many iconic British scenes, including canals with barges, white sheep with black feet and faces, actual scarecrows in fields, swans, typical English houses, and rolling green fields. It was just wonderful to see. The train stopped at a number of stations, including Peterborough, York, Newcastle (with the train crossing the Tyne on a spectacularly high bridge), and Darlington. At one point, about an hour before we arrived in Edinburgh, I looked to the right and saw the sea! That was unexpected, and such stunning scenery.
Arriving in Edinburgh, it was cold, but not as cold as we had expected. We caught a cab to our accommodation (we were never going to make the bus, as our landlady had suggested), and had a chat to the cabbie. He was very friendly, but essentially said we were idiots who hadn't thought through our plan to move overseas. So that was a bit of a downer. Our rooms, though, are quite good and our hosts very nice. We have a bedroom with ensuite and a kitchen, and unfortunately they decided last year to try to sell the house and so blocked off the door that was between the two. This means that we have to go out into the communal corridor to get from one room to the other and unlocking the doors, which is a bit of a pain, but nevermind.
We unpacked our suitcases and then went for a wander down the main street of Portabello. The beach at Portabello is a real beach, with actual sand instead of pebbles, but it's still hard to imagine wanting to take a dip in the waters. We bought ingredients from a convenience store (called Kost Konscious, clearly competing with Cost Cutters) for a pasta meal, and some Irn Bru, which is actually pronounced "Iron Bru". After a quick dinner, we went to bed quite early again.
Unfortunately, this meant that G woke up at around 3.30, and me an hour later. We got up at about 5-ish and watched tv, which was wall-to-wall coverage of Obama's victory. Stirring stuff.
Yesterday was spent exploring Princes Street to find a suit for G to wear at his job interviews today. It was starting to drizzle, too, and the rain felt like ice. (We're definitely getting warmer jackets, but will probably get them from a charity shop until we decide (and can afford) to get nicer ones.) G finally found a good suit, and had the trousers taken up. I bought a hat, which made such a difference, and also an umbrella. The highlight of the day, however, was definitely going into McDonald's to see if they had Irn Bru on tap, and they do!
We went back home, after getting some groceries from Morrisons, and then had a nap. We were woken by the sound of intermittent explosions, and remembered that it was Guy Fawkes day! Hurrying outside (it was cold!), we tried to follow the traces of fireworks in the sky, but didn't seem to be getting any closer to them. We ended up heading to the beach, and sure enough, there were a number of bonfires dotted along the shore. People were setting of fireworks, which seemed quite dangerous, and we saw at least one firework backfire. It was pretty special, seeing people celebrating Bonfire Night, and we tried to take photos and video the events.
Anyhow, better go as this is a long post. More tomorrow!
Much love
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Thursday, November 6, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
The Journey: Pt 1
C here.
I'm writing this from our self-catered flat in Edinburgh, watching a game show called "Golden Balls". Yes, it is as intriguing as its title suggests. We arrived here about three hours ago, and drinking hot, caffeinated drinks to fight against the jet-lagged.
The excitement of our overseas odyssey came before we'd even left Brisbane. I went through the security check ahead of G, and after walking through the x-ray thingamy, two security guards whisked me away to a booth for a random sample check and body search. Unfortunately, G didn't see this happen as his backpack had to go through the x-ray machine twice for some reason, and therefore assumed I'd gone through the passport check without him. My sample check (all clear for drugs and explosive residue) and body search (more intimate than your usual pat down) took about five minutes, and when I emerged he was already at the desk having his passport examined. The problem was that G had my passport while I had both our boarding passes, so neither of us could get through customs without the other. I had to skip the queue, which probably annoyed everyone else, but who cares?
The flight from Australia was long, but okay. It left Brisbane at 11.45pm, which I'd hoped would help encourage the sleep, but no luck. G managed to snooze for a while, and I watched several movies. At Singapore, we had a three hour break, and luckily G had enough Singaporean coins left over from his last trip to Germany to buy two bottles of water. Our seats for the flight to Heathrow, which were exactly the same as those on the first leg, were the aisle and middle seat of a three-seater by the window. After we got settled, the window seat in our row continued to remain unoccupied and we became rather excited with the prospect of having three seats to ourselves. Then we noticed that about eight whole rows in our section were empty, and kept our fingers crossed that there wasn't a last-minute influx of passengers. When the plane began reversing away from the gate, we gave a silent cheer, as the idea of comfortable sleep on the plane became a reality. After the first meal was served, I popped a sleeping pill. G wasn't feeling tired, so he moved to the empty row behind ours, while I lay down across our three seats and managed, for the first time ever, to sleep on a plane. Hooray! Later on, G found an empty three-seater on the other side of the plane and slept too.
For some reason, our flight was half an hour early landing at Heathrow, and we were vaguely concerned that we might miss Megan. However, we needn't have worried because border control was soooo busy. I went through the UK passport lane, whereas G had to go through the slower "all other countries" queue, which took about fifteen minutes longer. After he got cleared to enter the country, the passport man told him he could have come through with me, as my spouse. That's good to know for future reference! We must have been some of the last people through, as there were only about ten pieces of luggage left on the carousel, and no one else waiting. I was paranoid that someone had nicked our suitcases because we were late, but thankfully they were still there. We loaded up our trolley, walked through the exit gates, and spotted Megan waiting for us. Yay!
Anyway, that's the first part of the trip from Brisbane to Edinburgh, more to follow...
Much love
I'm writing this from our self-catered flat in Edinburgh, watching a game show called "Golden Balls". Yes, it is as intriguing as its title suggests. We arrived here about three hours ago, and drinking hot, caffeinated drinks to fight against the jet-lagged.
The excitement of our overseas odyssey came before we'd even left Brisbane. I went through the security check ahead of G, and after walking through the x-ray thingamy, two security guards whisked me away to a booth for a random sample check and body search. Unfortunately, G didn't see this happen as his backpack had to go through the x-ray machine twice for some reason, and therefore assumed I'd gone through the passport check without him. My sample check (all clear for drugs and explosive residue) and body search (more intimate than your usual pat down) took about five minutes, and when I emerged he was already at the desk having his passport examined. The problem was that G had my passport while I had both our boarding passes, so neither of us could get through customs without the other. I had to skip the queue, which probably annoyed everyone else, but who cares?
The flight from Australia was long, but okay. It left Brisbane at 11.45pm, which I'd hoped would help encourage the sleep, but no luck. G managed to snooze for a while, and I watched several movies. At Singapore, we had a three hour break, and luckily G had enough Singaporean coins left over from his last trip to Germany to buy two bottles of water. Our seats for the flight to Heathrow, which were exactly the same as those on the first leg, were the aisle and middle seat of a three-seater by the window. After we got settled, the window seat in our row continued to remain unoccupied and we became rather excited with the prospect of having three seats to ourselves. Then we noticed that about eight whole rows in our section were empty, and kept our fingers crossed that there wasn't a last-minute influx of passengers. When the plane began reversing away from the gate, we gave a silent cheer, as the idea of comfortable sleep on the plane became a reality. After the first meal was served, I popped a sleeping pill. G wasn't feeling tired, so he moved to the empty row behind ours, while I lay down across our three seats and managed, for the first time ever, to sleep on a plane. Hooray! Later on, G found an empty three-seater on the other side of the plane and slept too.
For some reason, our flight was half an hour early landing at Heathrow, and we were vaguely concerned that we might miss Megan. However, we needn't have worried because border control was soooo busy. I went through the UK passport lane, whereas G had to go through the slower "all other countries" queue, which took about fifteen minutes longer. After he got cleared to enter the country, the passport man told him he could have come through with me, as my spouse. That's good to know for future reference! We must have been some of the last people through, as there were only about ten pieces of luggage left on the carousel, and no one else waiting. I was paranoid that someone had nicked our suitcases because we were late, but thankfully they were still there. We loaded up our trolley, walked through the exit gates, and spotted Megan waiting for us. Yay!
Anyway, that's the first part of the trip from Brisbane to Edinburgh, more to follow...
Much love
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Auf Wiedersehen!
So. This is it.
We're leaving for the airpor in one hour. We have managed to pack our lives, for the next two years, into two suitcases, a backpack and a carry-on bag. And a ball of white fluff, who is currently pulling his cousin around by the ear, oblivious to the exciting journey he'll be taking in a few weeks.
Many people have asked me over the past week if I'd packed yet. I know some people like to take their time packing, but both of us prefer to leave it to the day and then cram everything into the suitcase at once. When you're a hoarder like me, who keeps everything on the off-chance they might come in handy one day, the more time left for packing provides more opportunities to convince yourself that, yes, you will need that decorative pen from Employee Services at your old job. And the pair of pink socks with flowers. And the brown burberry scarf, despite having packed five scarves already. Therefore, leaving everything to the last minute helps to avoid arriving at your destination unable to find a pair of clean undies, yet having that brown jumper that you haven't worn in years but brought just in case this trip provokes the desire to wear it.
We dropped Max off at H's, his home for the next few weeks. It was a lump-in-the-throat moment, yet the emotional parting that I'd envisioned was destroyed by Max's discovery of some rawhide. He gave a brief "Yeah, bye" over his shoulder as we left, and pranced off into the shadows. Oh well, can't have it all.
See you on the other side of the planet.
Much love
We're leaving for the airpor in one hour. We have managed to pack our lives, for the next two years, into two suitcases, a backpack and a carry-on bag. And a ball of white fluff, who is currently pulling his cousin around by the ear, oblivious to the exciting journey he'll be taking in a few weeks.
Many people have asked me over the past week if I'd packed yet. I know some people like to take their time packing, but both of us prefer to leave it to the day and then cram everything into the suitcase at once. When you're a hoarder like me, who keeps everything on the off-chance they might come in handy one day, the more time left for packing provides more opportunities to convince yourself that, yes, you will need that decorative pen from Employee Services at your old job. And the pair of pink socks with flowers. And the brown burberry scarf, despite having packed five scarves already. Therefore, leaving everything to the last minute helps to avoid arriving at your destination unable to find a pair of clean undies, yet having that brown jumper that you haven't worn in years but brought just in case this trip provokes the desire to wear it.
We dropped Max off at H's, his home for the next few weeks. It was a lump-in-the-throat moment, yet the emotional parting that I'd envisioned was destroyed by Max's discovery of some rawhide. He gave a brief "Yeah, bye" over his shoulder as we left, and pranced off into the shadows. Oh well, can't have it all.
See you on the other side of the planet.
Much love
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Countdown: six days to go!
The title says it all.
We spent yesterday morning going through the paperwork that we had put off going through while moving out of our house. By lunchtime we had run out of steam, and then C went shopping to buy travel stuff (a pillow for the plane! luggage lock!) while G stayed at home and read. So today is more of the paperwork fun. Yay.
C looked at online train tickets from London to Edinburgh yesterday - they are 105 pounds if bought at the station, and 40 pounds if bought in advance online. The train journey is only four and a half hours, and leaves every half an hour from Kings Cross. Pretty good, really.
Max is currently asleep in an office chair in the study while C writes this entry, and snoring loudly. The world keeps on turning.
We spent yesterday morning going through the paperwork that we had put off going through while moving out of our house. By lunchtime we had run out of steam, and then C went shopping to buy travel stuff (a pillow for the plane! luggage lock!) while G stayed at home and read. So today is more of the paperwork fun. Yay.
C looked at online train tickets from London to Edinburgh yesterday - they are 105 pounds if bought at the station, and 40 pounds if bought in advance online. The train journey is only four and a half hours, and leaves every half an hour from Kings Cross. Pretty good, really.
Max is currently asleep in an office chair in the study while C writes this entry, and snoring loudly. The world keeps on turning.
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