England, Ireland, Wales, and Beyond: An Improvisation
The itinerary strayed far from our original intent (it's called flying standby in summer), but we saw and did a lot of what we wanted to and now we're home again (jiggity jig). The barebones trip went: London -- Chester -- Holyhead -- Dublin -- Holyhead -- Conwy and Llandudno -- London -- Brussels -- Amsterdam.
We're thinking about making our own little film: Planes, Trains, Automobiles, and Ferries. The trains would include London undergrounds (tubes) and overgrounds, the Eurostar from London to Brussels, and an IC from Brussels to Amsterdam. The title's already too long but I suppose we could throw in taxis, shuttles, and a lone bike (the last night I biked from our hotel near Schiphol to a small village to use the only ATM).
The Eurostar and IC only because we couldn't get out of Heathrow so we trained down to Amsterdam to have a better shot: it worked.
Among the gold there was some dross: driving in England (we finally got used to driving on the left side and roundabouts), as already said: the frustrations of flying standby in high season, a stolen backpack (lifted unintentionally or by a roving pack of Dutch boys?), . . .
Enough for now but the whole (dross and gold) will I'm sure come back in further posts (unfortunately, as my camera was in my backpack, most images will be gleaned from the net).
We're thinking about making our own little film: Planes, Trains, Automobiles, and Ferries. The trains would include London undergrounds (tubes) and overgrounds, the Eurostar from London to Brussels, and an IC from Brussels to Amsterdam. The title's already too long but I suppose we could throw in taxis, shuttles, and a lone bike (the last night I biked from our hotel near Schiphol to a small village to use the only ATM).
The Eurostar and IC only because we couldn't get out of Heathrow so we trained down to Amsterdam to have a better shot: it worked.
Among the gold there was some dross: driving in England (we finally got used to driving on the left side and roundabouts), as already said: the frustrations of flying standby in high season, a stolen backpack (lifted unintentionally or by a roving pack of Dutch boys?), . . .
Enough for now but the whole (dross and gold) will I'm sure come back in further posts (unfortunately, as my camera was in my backpack, most images will be gleaned from the net).
Conwy Castle, Wales
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