Friday 27 December 2024 Day 365 away today from Melbourne and day 416 since leaving Cairns and starting the house sitting, pet sitting, wandering nomad year in Europe. Overseas, we had 74% of our days free of accommodation costs. Flashy reckons this saved us $58,000 in potential accommodation costs. Trusted House Sitters and the Ogilvy clan were our saviours. Of this free accommodation, 40 days used up up all our home exchange points and the remaining 229 days, minding friends and others’ houses and pets. We looked after cats, dogs, chooks and ducks. All of which were delightful. The 16% of days for which we paid accommodation, were mainly BnB’s and 3 star hotels and again, these were all pretty good. Average nightly cost was $217. After checking out of the hotel, we went for a long walk, as we will be entombed in the A380 for 24 hours. The limo arrived on time and the check in at Charles de Gaul was seamless. The Emirates lounge is a bit dated and according to Lady P...
Popular posts from this blog
Wednesday 5 June 2024 Phase 3 of the concreting is completed. Another two bags to go, probably do this on Friday. A big day of washing, airing of suits etc as the sun is shining (all day too). Lady P stokes up the BBQ and cooks the fillet of beef, which we enjoy on the terrace. Darkness here is 10.30 pm, so it is often still light when we go to bed. And there are no streetlights in the village, consequently, it’s as black as a coal bin all night. Still, another slow day today, with cleaning, washing and attending to the pool. It is clearing nicely but a bit low still on chlorine. Thursday 6 June 2024 We went to Surgeres today. A pleasant drive just north of us 18 kms – about 20 mins and a largish (7,000) town with a market and the major train connection to Paris. Some shopping done and home to a ham and cheese baguette. Now, there was this little patisserie, with a line up out the door and down the street, with tradies buying filled baguettes and little ...
Monday 23 December 2024 We wake early after the amusing fire alarm incident last night and check our bags and train it into the Duomo, a magnificent cathedral and shopping centre. All the brands are there but nothing takes our fancy. A bar on the way back provides a couple of vino rosso and a gigantic Negroni for Lady P. She womanfully consumes it, then needs special supervision on the walk back. On the recommendation of The man in Seat 61 again, we head for a little restaurant near the rail station called Noblesse Oblige, where we enjoyed a shared tuna tartare then a dark seafood pasta and a Sea Bass with porccini and roast potato. This was enjoyed with a bottle of Sardinian Vermintino. A taxi takes us to Statzione Garaboldi where we board the SCNF to Paris. It departs on the second of 15:10, silently slipping west to France. The journey of eight hours was in first class, which means comfy seats and a few less fellow travellers but not much else. Train travel is actually pre...





Comments
Post a Comment