micetrail

Sitting on the train (yes, train) from Skye to Inverness. I had no idea there was a bridge and that it was so close to the “mainland.”

I arrived from the south via a ferry crossing and leaving to the east in the 2 car train. Whew! They just turned on the a/c. Not a beautiful station on the Skye side but adequate.

Skye weather was amazing and highly unusual. I recommend packing lightly for summer AND fall. This is June/July and the weather can change in a blink. I also recommend skipping Skye if you’re not a hiker and not interested in geology at all. But if you insist, the scenery is amazing and you can tour the island via a local bus day pass which allows one to stop wherever you will.

The buses don’t run all that often, and the last bus back is pretty early, so beware.

I did one stop at Old Man of Storr which is a geologic formation and quite impressive. You can also climb, at a 45 degree angle, up to the top. Why not, she said? It’s only 1 1/2 kms. I took the more circuitous route thinking I’d be rested for the last bit at about 60 degrees. Ha!

Not a chance. Once I had spent myself on the lower section I told myself “you don’t need to do this”. This time I actually listened to myself. Took a couple of pics and headed down which was a bit more treacherous then going up since I headed down the scree path.

I then continued around the peninsula on the local bus for more eye-candy scenery.

Recommended place to eat is Scorrybreac in Porter, Skye. Best meal I’ve had in Scotland. Not usually a venison lover, it was wonderful. I had to ask if it wasn’t filet mignon they were passing off. Also had pigeon for starter (uh, you know, squab) which was delicious as well. Great wine list and detailed information from the sommelier/owner.

Continuing on my train ride. I’ll be in Inverness shortly…2+ hours with all the local stops.

Here I am sitting on the “Harry Potter” train heading to Hogwarts…oh, no I mean Maillig. I’ve learned more about the Jacobites in these couple of days than I knew in all my long life. This is called now the Jacobite train trip since Harry retired. Well actually long before.

I happen to have a first class seat…la de da…and am sitting across from a couple on their honeymoon heading to Skye for a couple of weeks. She’s knitting away…not sure why.

I have to say, the travelers seem to be a bit longer in the tooth than those muggles and wizards formerly occupying these seats.

The concrete used in the Glenfinnan Viaduct is mass concrete, which unlike reinforced concrete does not contain any metal reinforcement. It has 21 spans.

I had a lovely stay at the Old Pines Inn near Spean Bridge. It’s along the way from the Commandos memorial to the High Bridge…site of the start of the 1748 Jacobite rebellion. See…I told you I learned something about Bonnie Prince Charlie and his groupies. Probably best not to call them “groupies” while I’m in Scotland.

The food was excellent at the Old Pine Inn…this is the lake trout on pesto noodles. Yum.

Ken, the propietor of the Old Pine Inn gave me a ride to the local bus which I took to Ben Nevis and the gondola. Some lovely views and a crazy hang glider. He made it.

The goat said “Hmm…looks easy”.

Back on the Jacobite train: I’m hearing the rhythmic heartbeat of the steam engine. The clack clack clack of the tracks. Gray smoke pouring from it’s chimney. Soot on my clothes, on my hair. Too warm to close the windows…must be that global warming. Here comes the tea wagon. There’s the whistle. Some damn loch coming up now. Now speeding up. How romantic Diana! Yes, Diana, how romantic.

The tour company did a good job. I’m sitting in first class on the best side of the train facing forward. Lovely. People are discussing how the train disengages and turns around at line end. Everyone (including me) seems fascinated by trains. Many seem to be doing a round trip on the steam train. Now I feel better about hogging the view on my side.

Scottish foxglove everywhere. What did you expect?

By the way, it is ridiculously warm here. Everyone is surprised evidently. I thought to get a good tan in Mallorca but it seems a better chance here. My packing left something to be desired, so I ended up buying some shorts and shirts in Fort William. I now have two outfits I can wear for the next 10 days. Not sure how I could have escaped this problem even in looking at the forecast but one gutfull day I’m going to head off with two outfits only and make-do. Sure.

Oh my, Oh my…I spend about 2 hours a day figuring out where to go next. Such a problem.

Right now I’m in Edinburgh and loving it. Such a Harry Potter world…alleys, dark corners, sinewy stairways, towers, old soot colored buildings. The city is built on two levels with “bridges” spanning the dales below. It’s an odd feeling to be walking on the South Bridge since it doesn’t seem like a bridge at all but rather a wide boulevard aligned with shops and restaurants. But sure enough there are archways below holding up the 1000 foot bridge. Supposedly there are 19 archways below but only one is still visible. Buildings, shops, homes have all been built into and onto the arches so as to defy reality. A good tour to book is the Highs and Hidden Lows of Edinburgh. Full of arcane information and a very small group (six). I was huffing and puffing a bit as we climbed up and down streets and steps for about 2 miles. I tried to put on a good face and managed to keep up.

Off to Glasgow and heading to the Highlands. Why is it that the night before I travel, no matter how far, I have trouble sleeping. No different this time even though Glasgow is only 45 minutes from Edinburgh…worry about Uber and WiFi and pick up and finding the right track and checking my bag into left-luggage at the station. I surely don’t want to carry that around on my 13-day “Grand Tour of Scotland”. It’s a bit costly but worth it…I hope.

The company I organized the private tour with had their associate meet me at the station in Glasgow and handed me a huge envelope of vouchers, maps, timetables, tickets, etc. It worked like a charm…whew that worry dealt with and pointless. Heading to my first 2-day stop at Spean Bridge and the Old Pines Inn…near 4000 foot Ben Nevis in the highlands. Dressed for mild weather…my mistake…more on this later.

If you purchase an item in Europe you qualify for a tax refund when you leave the country. One thing of note: the “country” means the entire European Union. So, if you buy something in Lisbon and then go to Mallorca you are not able to get the refund. Then if you continue on to Edinburgh, you’re still not out of the European Union. Basically you have 90 days from your purchase to get the customs stamp that verifies your purchase and refund. And you must get that stamp from the last country you visit before returning home.

So…a little problem if you’re not heading out within 90 days. But sometimes a sad story will suffice or rather…lying. It all depends on who is manning the customs office and how long the line is. I had some lying luck leaving Mallorca with something I had purchased in Lisbon. (I wasn’t successful with this ruse when I left Lisbon.) The customs agent wanted to see my boarding pass and passport, of course, along with the receipt and the VAT form that had previously been filled out by the shop where I bought the item.

He perceptively noted to me that my boarding pass showed I was not leaving the EU and was heading to Edinburgh. So where was my ongoing itinerary? Well…unfortunately my “friend” had gone ahead of me and had all that information. “Not even an email from the airline with your itinerary”, he asked. No, unfortunately not. Of course, he wasn’t fooled but felt like giving me a break, I guess. So, he stamped my form and YAY, I got my refund.

So, the moral of this story is if you’re not leaving in that 90 day period either lie or give it up. It depends alot on the refund amount…if it’s a small amount, it’s definitely not worth it. And…have a sad luck story ready in detail; go in the morning before a line forms and; hope to god you have a sympathetic agent.

I won’t try this again.

Boy, this is getting boring. One beautiful place after another. They say you can’t go home again and I’m not sure that one would want to. The Balearic Islands which include Mallorca and Menorca, Ibiza, and Formentara are situated off the Spanish coast. I had the good fortune to spend some time with friends who have lived in Mallorca for 40+ years. It was like having a vacation inside my year-long vacation.

Of course it didn’t help that I barely lifted a finger, was chauffeured around to see all sides of the island and some hidden gems from Port de Pollenca to Alcudia to Valdemossaand Deia. In Valdemossa, it’s worth a visit to the Carthusian Monastery which was founded in 1399 by King Manuel. The monastery (church, cloister and cells) has been converted into a museum with a chemist shop, a library and has collections from Chopin and George Sands who stayed there in two “cells” for an extended time once it was privatized.In the chemist shop can be found original contents in the medicine containers.Tres interessant.

We also had a run at the Joan Miro atelier and museum which is in Palma (Marivent) and worth a visit.Before our Miro visit we had a lovely lunch over the sea at the Il Paradiso in Marivent just outside of Parma. The view can’t be beat but the prices can. There’s lots to see in addition to the sea. It was pretty hard to leave but leave I did. Doreen & Pepe treated me too well. I will return. Pepe’s Paella was particularly delicious.

June is party time in Lisbon. Every street corner, Praça, miradoura has something going on. It’s the feast of Saint Christopher with singing, dancing, parades going on throughout the city. The Bairro parade takes place in the 12th which has all neighborhoods participating for the ultimate prize of best presentation. Don’t plan on a quiet stay.

The Book Festival takes place around this time and is quite the event. Booths set around the Edward VIi parque near Marques de Pombal Praça. There are author presentations, lectures, food, drink, what have you. A must see if you’re there.

My friends tell me it’s cold but to me, it’s San Francisco weather…which is ideal. OK, a few sprinkles but if you carry an umbrella it won’t rain at all.

There’s something to see and experience around every corner. Lisbon is a very easy place to be… no pretensions, good espresso, international food, and friendly. Plus everyone speaks English which is good and bad. Bad for my language learning but good for getting by.

One thing not to miss is the wonderful street art on many Lisbon streets and lining the Gloria funicular. But the piece de resistance is the neighborhood of Marvila where street art decorates the apartments of this disadvantaged area.

Since my last post I’ve made some moves both physically and mentally. I feel pretty much at home in Lisbon now but started watching too much TV. That Netflix will really get you going. Anyway, I think I told you I went on a little cruise around the Mediterranean with a friend. We hit some great spots including Menorca, Marseille (I recommend it), Monaco (I don’t recommend it), Elba, Corsica and finally Rome.

Headed off to Siena from the port in Rome when our bud Mario picked us up. I hadn’t been to Siena before and I have to say, it was impressive. I didn’t know what I had missed. There are so many gates to the old city that it’s very easy to get lost. The cathedral is other-worldly.

Heading to Rome with the Coliseum on my list. Yes, I’ve seen it before but not since they opened up the inner workings. It’s pretty awesome.

One can download an app to get access to the various historical sites. It helps to skip some of the lines.

There are also several Palazzo’s that are deserving of a visit: Palazzo Venezia, Palazzo Farnese and a must-see, the Sistine Chapel. You’re out about 30 euros is you want to skip the line, but it is worth it. And you get the best “bang for your buck” if you go in the evening just before it closes. You’re allowed to spend a good amount of time (1 hour in my case) without the normal rush through. And the tourist groups are minimal. No photos here because they do not give the experience justice and, even now after several weeks of being away from Rome, the remembrance is sublime.

Of course it might have something to do with the fact that I am looking out on a beautiful bay in Mallorca right now, so peace and tranquility reign. Lucky, lucky, lucky.

And to complete the trip to Rome, one must have a Tartufo at the Tre Scalini in Piazza Navona.

The year of living lazily is going well. Heading from Roma on the train to Napoli and then on the ferry to Ischia (“taking the cure” island)…one over from Capri and more “Italian” if you will. This is definitely taking it easy. Nothing to do but stroll, shop, head to the spa and dine.

This would be a place to come back to if you really need a rest. Definitely a resort town. There is a plethora of spas with volcanic hot springs throughout the island. Many are in hotels but there are two major “termes” that are unrelated to hotels. One fantastic one is #Negombo where there are 14 pools, some marine, thermal and therapeutical…and a beach with fine sand. It’s quite lovely and and costs about 35 euros for the day. Towels for rent but better to take your own, as their towels are a bit skimpy. The setting is a lovely garden and pools are placed discretely around the property. You can easily spend the day here…it’s not a health resort, BTW, as smoking seems to be de riguer here…and they have a bar. Mix of ages but many older adults. Did I mention the massages?…a full list of massage types and quite good. I’ll definitely put them on my list of “massages around the world to experience”.

Let this be a warning…think twice before you decide to travel in threes…or rather, think thrice. This is definitely a first world complaint but, nevertheless, it is a warning.

It makes it doubly hard when two of the three speak Italian, and two of the three speak English. Being the solo English-speaking guest of the one that speaks only Italian means you must put up with the bilingual Italian/English speaker speaking Italian 99% of the time to the Italian speaker. Hope you got that!

Anyway, decisions are made without me knowing what decision has been made. Are we leaving now? Are we going that way? Where and what are we eating? Oh, rabbit for three? Oh, you’re not having it? OK, I’m paying 1/2 instead of 1/3 now? I should leave the tip too? What are you f**king arguing about? Oh, you made up? What, you’re not going? Oh, you’re sensitive? Really? Where are you storming off to? Who has the key? where are you? Should we take a taxi? Oh, a bus? Cheaper? It’s raining…oh, it’s your umbrella?

Three days is more than enough with three people…Ben Franklin’s “fish and visitor” truism from Poor Richard’s Almanac couldn’t be more apt.

Timeline: May 12 – Palamos

On Board – not a great fan of cruising but at least you don’t have to unpack and pack. At least that’s what everyone says. The downside is that I don’t think one ever feels 100% on a ship. That pea-brain is always trying to rebalance. After a day or so you get a bit used to it. Good weather helps a lot.

Docking in Palamos and disembarking, Mary and I take a stroll around the island until we find a cafe with internet. I ask the proprietor if he has internet and he looks at me with a bit of disgust and wants to know if I want anything else. Guess he was concerned that I just wanted to use the internet. He has obviously had a bad experience with us tourists. Anyway we manage a cappuccino and a sweet…and are able to get on the web. (This will be a daily occurrence…what is wrong with us??)

Not much to see in Palamos but a church with a black Madonna and a little shopping street. It is quite charming however. There’s a lovely view from the park and we managed our own walking tour. We did have some great scallops (with the foot attached – yummy) and a cheese plate…and the usual glass of wine.

Speaking of wine (and this is a common theme) there were a number of drunkards on the ship. One couple, Harry & Margaret, a British couple, cruise all the time. They basically stay on the ship and sun bathe. Of course they’ve been together for 40 years, so everything’s a bit old hat it seems. As it turns out, they are one of many couples who never disembark. Many of the passengers are “cruisers” and have been on umpteen cruises. Average age ~ 60??

At our evening dinner at the Thomas Keller Grill onboard, we had an encounter with a couple of Trump voters (from North Carolina, of course) who took the Fifth when asked about it. I did get my dander up but restrained myself somewhat…well maybe. Harry, of Harry and Margaret, was in his cups and kept trying to stir the pot. He was moderately successful as I couldn’t bear to associate with them the remaining trip.