Netflix et chill

After  a winter wondrous 11 days in the UK it was time to F off to France and complete our FUK’ing trip in Paris.  We were expecting to be surrounded by high viz gillets jaunes and fires burning in the streets, instead we were met with an eerie since of silence on the chilly Parisian streets. A silence only broken by trying to touch a piece of cheese in our “friendly” MOF fromagerie.

With so much of our time in Paris spent (fr)omage to baby cheeses, it must have been thanks to him that NOTHING happened!! And it was great! The nearest we came to danger was on the Tuileries Christmas market when we saw a horror ride themed around Michael Jackson in a Santa suit…now if only he was to sing from fiddler on the roof???

We stayed at the same place as last time, for the first time ever! Still an incredible location, but we started to realise that maybe the romance of last time overlooked a few essential amenities like soaps, comfortable bed, oven…but realised our priorities were straight when our make shift cheese, croissant and baguette bag rubbish was placed in makeshift bins from bottles of vintage Veuve, Moët and Pommery.

New activities in Paris: we went inside Notre Dame (no euphemism), found the falafel in le Marais (no euphemism) and watched Netflix…cos we could. 

Merci toujours Paris! If only we could start every year in you (no euphemism).

The Stewarts do Edinburgh

With James powering through a cold and feeling excited to head to Scotland, albeit with some trepidation that blocked ears might not be the best thing to have when trying to understand the locals,  Lea put any worries aside:

Lea: “How are you feeling?“

James: “I‘m fine!!“

Lea: “Ok, but you sound more like Nanny Fine.“

We took a beautiful train ride through England and along the Scottish coast to Edinburgh where we stayed through the Hogmany festival with our friends from London.

Much of our time in Edinburgh revolved around searching for an appropriate amount of items made of Stewart tartan to take home. We walked up and down the Royal Mile, surprised by the amount of cinnamon sticks burning, perhaps to cover up the unusual smell of the old town. It left us wondering if there was more incense in the Royal Mile than in the Royal Line.

Shopping success was had with a scarf and a bow-tie, but there was disappointment as no Stewart undies could be found. This isn‘t overly surprising as it turns out most clan tartan undies are actually invisible.  Info that would have been useful in London when I didn‘t have my bag. The highlight came when Lea had to hand over her email address on buying the bow-tie and the giggles that came when the salesman realised we weren‘t your ordinary tartan buying tourists (each stocking up on more fabric than went into Idi Amin‘s final kilt), we were far sadder than the ordinary.

Lea, desperate to do a whisky tasting, found us a good one, where we got 5 different drams each. James knew he didn‘t like whisky, but went along anyway. Lea, one sniff in, “I cant drink any of these…“ Man flu aside, James stepped up to polish off most of the 10 drams within the hour, along the way confirming his dislike for young and smokey ones. Which is a little strange, as Lea was young and smokey when we first met!!??

We loved Edinburgh, and felt at home in the castle where our tour guide made his daily joke about asking tourists what time we thought the 1 o‘clock gun might fire (these are my people!), however the 500 year old portraits of James Stewarts in the castle, and being surrounded by 60000 kids pissing in the street to ring in the new year, left us feeling a little…auld.

Christmas really is…all around

After delay upon delay, including a missing pilot at JFK, to get us home from the US, we were looking forward to an uneventful start to our next trip. And as luck would have it, it was indeed uneventful…for the first 6 hours. Then we actually had an aborted take off in Singapore, in an A380 half way down the runway quickly changed our luck. Another 3 hours on the tarmac ensued as they somehow managed to fix the mechanical issue and we waited for the brakes to cool down!

On arrival at Heathrow we could breath a sigh of relief and awaited our Love Actually style greeting, before lining up for 2 hours to then find out my bag had been lost. This was actually perfect as after the aborted take off I was confident my undies still had a few more days in them. After 2 days, Lea started offering me to try hers and it took all my powers of persuasion to convince her this hadn‘t been a 15+ year elaborate ruse of always packing my undies in one bag hoping for this moment to come. And besides, these ones were starting to grow on me..actually.

Anyway…I don‘t want to bore with tails of woh as the troubles of travel are short-lived, but include them because it‘s Christmas…and at Christmas you tell the truth. A tradition dating back to the first Christmas and the immaculate conception. “Honestly, Joseph, it was God!“. And one that continues to this day through Santa.

After a lovely greeting and lunch with our gracious hosts at their lovely home in Greenwich where we were presented with awesome Christmas jumpers (taking the numer of jumpers James had access to to one…so don‘t judge the photos, it‘s half necessity and half Christmas spirit…who am I kidding I would have worn that everday anyway), we were treated to a Panto at the local theatre. It was a traditional Christmas performance of Robinson Crusoe and very quickly we could see why so many Aussie stars from Neighbours and Home and Away travel to perform in Pantos, for a lesson in subtlety. The shows are aimed at children, but certainly entertain the adults. There are 4 shot cocktails on offer, that you can take into the theatre, and more overt sexuality in a children’s show than in the last rendition of tie me kangaroo down…

On our second day in London, we travelled into town to see the Borough markets where Tones asked James if we should get some brandy ‘n‘ cider. James was aware that the English aren‘t renowned for their hygeine so wasn‘t sure if he was offering the girls the latest in brandy based disinfectant, but when he received the mulled cider with an extra shot or two of apple brandy things became much clearer…for a bit. James and Lea continued over Tower bridge, with more brandy ‘n‘ cider, toured St Paul’s and went to Harrods before we all met up at Winter Wonderland in Hyde park. An incredible set up for young and old, with the highlight being a carousel tuned into a bar!! Which Lea described as…horseome.

Day 3 included a walk from London Bridge to the Tate Modern, where we saw a busker dressed as Santa playing “If I were a rich man“. James thought it was strange that a Santa would choose to play Jewish songs, but even stranger for any Santa to be playing Fiddler on the Roof. At the Tate, there was a fascinating movie playing called “The Clock“, in which each short scene included a shot of a clock/watch from other movies that counted along in real time. It was amazing, not just to watch, but to think of all the time spent researching looking for clocks. Unless they used some sort of facial recognition software…Other than the Tate, we got out to Kensington to see the Natural History Museum and back up he British Museum where we saw the Rosetta stone and so many Egyptian mummies that were just…petrifying. After all this we went to Covent Garden and Leicester Square for more Christmas markets, which was by far the best bang for buck Xmas hit in the heart of London.

Day 4 was Christmas Eve!!! We were treated to a sky high breakfast bubbles in the xxxx tower with an absolutely fabulous view over London. Our first double decker red bus ride took us along the Strand to Trafalgar square, where we then walked to Hamley‘s toy store in Sohoho. At Hamley‘s, Lea, who had forgotten she was wearing a jumper saying “Mrs Claus“, was accosted by an elf demanding, “why aren‘t you at work!!! Did you get the day off??? Very lucky…VERY LUCKY!!!“ Unfortunately, for this brilliant improving elf it would be some time until we realised what she was wearing and appreciated his true genius and the energy to keep in character, which took real elfort.

On Christmas day we were spoiled with as good a turkey roast as you could hope for…having never really hoped for a turkey roast, accompanied by goose fat soaked potatoes…… amazing!!! After having waited in line at 7am on Christmas Eve to pick up the turkey, Lea delerious with Christmas joy decided to impose an extra challenge on our hosts by purchasing a jar containing at least the body fat of a dozen geese and enough calories to feed a small African nation. Christmas lunch was worked off with a post sunset walk (5pm) through the Greenwich gardens to the observatory where we stared up the lights of the city and straddled the meridian line and James learnt that GMT didn‘t stand for a drink for the undecided, having (hopefully) thought prior that it was Gin and Mmmm Tonic??

Having spent Boxing Day exploring the many o‘ pub in Greenwich as well as the South Wharf Christmas, our final day included a trip back to Westminster where we explored the Mausoleum turned wedding venue of Westminster Abbey. If you look past the fact you‘re in a church, it is a truly humbling experience to simultaneoussly stand where the mortal remains of Newton, Darwin, Hawking, Farraday, Rutherford, Kelvin, Dickens, Chaucer, Kipling, Churchill and so many others. You‘re literally standing on the shoulders of giants to see further, but actually to write a crappy travel blog.