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We pick up our rental car and head off towards the Wild Atlantic way or more particular the cliffs of Moher. We stopped for lunch at a creamery thinking it would serve a scone and cup of tea but alas just pub food.  Ate some average soup and moved along.  Got to the cliffs and it was freezing.

There were 15 buses lined up and  car park full of cars.  I would hate to see it in tourist season.  It was nice but you can never beat the west coast of New Zealand for “spectacular” and did I mention that it was freezing.

Moving along we followed the coast road and unfortunately lost the light as we headed to Galway.  There were pretty houses and villages.  Bobbing boats and rolling hills.

We arrive in Galway amongst heavy traffic because the Christmas fair is on. Our accommodation is in Salthill which is just down the road.  After settling into our apartment we grabbed a cab and went into the city for dinner.  Christmas lights are very much a big deal here and they were everywhere.

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Today we enjoyed a morning in and a catch up with the washing, which as you blog readers will know by now for me is always exciting.  After walking the promenade we grabbed a bus and went back to Galway to see it in the daylight.

It’s not as colourful as I imagined and as the sun had disappeared so much of it was very gray.  We walked and wandered and ambled along doing nothing in particular.  There were no amazing sights hiding around corners and so we just wandered back to Salthill and read a book.

Tips for rental car

We try and pick up rentals from the airport even if we don’t have a flight as they (usually) have good in and out transport links.  Or take public transport to a smaller town and then pick up your car.

in Dublin we should have done a loop back to Dublin as the one way hire was way more than the car, but I had already booked our airfares out of Belfast and they weren’t Flexi so was easier to leave as is.  Also in Ireland the insurance is €50 a day, which is exorbitant or else they take €1500 of your credit card and hold it until you return the car.  You are liable for everything they tell you.  The poor young guy next to us in the queue didn’t have 1500 euros to leave them and the insurance was going to be way more than the car hire.  He told them that this was not on there website and he should have been told.  He is right.   Shop around.

check car carefully especially as they have 1500 of your money.  We found a ding and multiple scratches and scrapes which we photoed.

Forget the score, for now anyway.  Dublin was welcoming, There were black jerseys all around, many being worn by people who weren’t speaking English.  We saw a group of French who were buying All Blacks flags.  The atmosphere was great and the biggest problem was that we had to wait until 7 pm for kick off.

We left the hotel at 4.45 as it was a beautiful evening and we were naive enough to think we could stop and have a drink on the way. “You’re dreaming mate”, as gridlock meant no one was going in or out of any drinking establishment and those that looked like they had room also had big burly bouncers on the door who asked if you had a booking.  We did manage to stumble across the All Blacks getting onto their bus but Sonny Bill was the only who would pose for the fans.  The young Irish boys waiting were wrapped however were very worried about how there hair was in the selfie they had managed to get with Sonny Bill.  I said, “you looked great”. He said “I know Grand right” .

We kept on going to the stadium and it looked great all lit up in the distance enticing us inside.

The Guinness was easy to get once in the stadium and we joined our little pod of kiwis to discuss all of our hopes and expectations for the game.

Whether you are a passionate rugby supporter, an event socialite, or a wandering tourist there has to be something for everyone at a game like this.  There is a pulse to it.  A collective pulse that unites everyone even those on different teams.
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The kiwis do not a bad job of the anthem even though there were no words for them to follow on a screen.  It was certainly not the poorest, cringe worthy effort that us kiwis sometimes deliver.   We are soon outshone and outclassed as the Irish belt out both of there versions and it is deafening.  It is the equivalent of there haka. It stirs the blood and screams bring it on.

The haka is received far better than in England, and let the game begin.

I can only describe it as a dance. If you choreographed it you would not do better.  The rise and fall of 50,000 people, like an instantaneous Mexican wave. Up then cascading down. The oohs and ahhhhhhhs providing a rhythm to it all.  When they kick for goal the silence is deafening as “shhhhhhhhhhhhhh” spreads around the stadium like it was a library not a stadium filled with 50,000 rugby fans.

Every now and then the Irish fans would belt out a song or a chant which brings them all together and I am yet again left wondering as to  why NZers can not get just one song to identify with and stir the masses.

The game ends.  Ireland wins. The Irish go mad, all we can do is smile and clap.  They are euphoric.  Everyone is standing but No one moves from their seat.  We have witnessed history and it was great to be there.

The train ride home was met with lots of laughs and good banter, and lots and lots of singing.   The guy next to me said to his mate, “that’s  the second best rugby game I have ever seen”.  I really wish I had asked him what the best one was.

Happy Irish singing on the way home in the train, with the exception maybe of the lady who is possibly still stunned.

Flight to Dublin all ok and drama free.  Taxi rank was ridiculously long so found an Uber and made it to our hotel.  Went out and about for a wander into town.  Went the wrong way by following the twinkling lights but eventually turned ourselves around.  Found the bustling shopping centre which was all lit up with Christmas lights.

Bought the compulsory Christmas decoration, found some Ireland travel maps, got an official IRFU cap for the collection.  Job done.

A lot of ground had now been covered so we stopped at a pub for a Guinness, and G&T then back through Trinity College and along the riverfront to our hotel.   Wandered into bar and chatted with some fellow Kiwis catching up on travels and anticipating tomorrow’s game.

We actually slept until 6.30am this morning so it’s only taken a week to get into the zone.  Another week and we will be home so will have to set the clock the other way.

Headed out to explore some more and the tip from the boys at the hotel the night before had said to buy a visitor pass which we did.   We walked up through/the Temple Bar district

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And then jumped on a tram.  Rode around for half an hour just seeing what we could see and then got off at St Stephen’s green.  They had the most amazing statue, or maybe sculpture, there which was on loan from a private collection.  It’s called the haunted soldier, and it’s of a weary soldier returning home after world war 2.  Its made from all sorts of bits of metal. It’s an incredible piece and certainly has to be art of the day.

Rode the tram one way then the next and decided we had seen all we wanted to see for now and headed back to the hotel.

looking forward to tonight’s game but everyone we have talked to seems of the same consensus that the day games are so much better but I guess for all of you at home the evening game means you get to see it live at breakfast.  Go the All Blacks.

tip

buy a LEAP visitor card.  Can buy them in 1, 3 or five days.  Can catch the airport bus plus the tram, dart and buses.

Art of the day:  The haunted Soldier

 

I just downloaded my photos which was a really good idea because it reminded me of the calmness and serenity of how the day began, which was in stark contrast to how it finished.

Good morning from the room with a view in Portmeiron.

We stayed at the most amazing place, just outside Porthmadog which was our original destination due to the fact it was by the sea, or so I thought.  Alas it was not and I was wanting the sea so we travelled a little further. The darkness falls really quickly and I might just add a quick note that it helps if your car has its headlights on but that’s another story for another day.  We pulled up at Portmeiron gates, fed up and settling for anything really,  asked if there  was a vacancy and whola, dinner, bed and breakfast, all immediate problems solved.

Our room was at the top of a windy staircase and a long narrow creaky boarded hallway.  Just another few steps and not quite the attic.  I am not carrying the bag of course but on the plus side there is only one as I had the sense to pack everything we weren’t going to need for a few days in another bag and leave it in the car.   Our room is very quaint with all that that word encompasses.  We are in need of food but probably more particular of wine.

Our hotel with attic room on the end at the left.

Our dinner was superb.  A three course meal, although no course was very large and it was great.  Beetroot and carrot tart, followed by butternut tortellini with brocollini, followed by Eaton mess with raspberry and rose water.   WH has crusted duck egg, venison and parsnip and blueberry soufflé.  Sorry but you really had to be there so no point in describing more.

We are still early to bed early to rise and as you can see by the above photo dawn broke to a spectacular day.  The place we were at was beautiful in its absurdity.  A little faux Italian village complete with domes and Roman pillars and waterfalls, on the Welsh coast.

We climbed up to the top and wandered around and then headed back for the best breakfast we have had for a long time.  No soggy sideboard full of lukewarm sausage , WH orders smoked kippers and poached egg and I ever adventurous order eggs Benedict.  Both were lovely served with hot tea and toast delivered to your table.

We bid farewell to Hotel Portmeiron and decide to cross over Snowdonia National Park and  head towards the tallest canal,  Pontcysyllte aqua duct. But first just one more photo.

The drive through Snowdonia Park is lovely. Sometimes we get down to a single lane with no road marking but it’s nothing like Italy.  It’s tarsealed and open and there are not huge drops on either side.   The mountains are made of stone or probably more accurately, slate, but I have no idea.  I just know they are black and shingley and barren.

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We stop for a photo op but end up having lunch at the pub as it’s the only place to park.  Turns out the sun wasn’t right for photos and I haven’t got a filter but the ham, lettuce and tomato sandwich was just like home and delicious.  The pub is at the end of the swing bridge and they have photos of the water running over the top of the boards, and yes nay saying children I did walk across.

We moved on from here to the aqua duct and again were met with low, weak sun, straight into the lens. I know I shouldn’t complain and just seize the moment but I am disappointed.   The aqua duct height is out of my league and I make it about 15 metres in.  It is a sheer drop on the other side of the canal as in bad photo below.

The engineering feat is quite amazing, and it’s history absorbing so well worth a visit.

With leave here and head for Ludlow but 30 minutes into it we realise it will be nearly dark when we get there so we abandon it and back track again this time headed for the Novotel at Birmingham airport.  Our plan is to check in and get rid of our bags then drop the rental car back and that way we don’t have to worry about it in the morning.

But first one more gentle reminder of the peaceful journey meandering through the picturesque Welsh countryside.

Somewhere in Snowdonia

Night drops like a curtain, but this time we have lights so all good.  Motorways Criss Cross each other, but we have sat nav so all good.  Take the A this and the M that, the 2nd exit, and the third lane.  With only one hiccup of entering a car park which we then had to pay 2 quid to get out of, we arrive at the Novotel.  We check in and drop our bags, all going to plan so far and we head back out to take the car back – just down the road.   WH mentions that we haven’t filled it up so we hit “fuel near our location” on sat nav and proceed to the highlighted route.

We sail past the petrol station as the sat nav lady, who has been pretty good in the countryside, tells us we have reached our destination on the left.  Oh yes it is on the left, but two lanes over and on a slip way.   We recalculate, recalculate.  Off the motorway and take the 3rd exit.  Who has time to count, what lane should we be in. One, two, three, off.  Nope wrong.  Recalculating, recalculating.  We actually end up in the countryside near Coventry which is bit funny really.  We search again for fuel near us and this time we end up at a defunct petrol station which is now a car sales.  Recalculating, recalculating.

”please” I implore just take the bloody car back and pay extortionist fuel prices.  “Nope it’s a challenge now, it can be done” WH is on a mission.   Back again to the motorway.  Take the 6th exit.   Noooooooooooooo wrong again.   You get the picture, but in fact we did get fuel and WH has proved yet again that he is far more patient and tolerant than me (just for those of you who doubted).  We dropped the car back and headed for wine.

Must fly as have a plane to Dublin to catch. No time for proofing so apologise in advance.

art of the day.  Exploring the world.  A sculpture from Portmeiron.

We leave the lovely Chester having walked the walls and wandered the streets.  Our little cottage was brilliant not just because of its location but because of its washing machine, and lounge, and couch, and table, and fridge.  If you are ever in Chester this is the place to stay.

We have multiple choices of where to head but decide on Betws-w-Coed, evidently a typical Welsh town.  The drive was pretty and it was nice to arrive and just stroll around.  I bought  the mandatory Christmas decoration and we headed to Beaumaris.

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We headed down the coast and soon began running out of light and it was only just after 3pm.  We were trying to get to see the sea and it was tantalising close but the roads had other ideas and kept a barrier of land between us.  We finally climbed a hill which said no trucks, no coaches and even proved a bit of match for a trusty Ford Focus but alas by the time we got to the top and found somewhere to pullover the photo op was gone.  A bit like the beautiful valleys we drove through earlier I will have to remember them in my minds eye which is never that reliable.

It now 5 pm and dark and we need to find somewhere to stay which proves a little difficult but we stumble on a little place called Portmeirion. It’s  a little village built by an architect who wants to create a bit of Italy.  Very strange and when it’s light tomorrow I shall show you.

art of the day is a rubbish Gorilla.  In Betws y Coed lots of the shops were saving the Gorillas it must have been there cause.

A rental car in hand, sat nav set to avoid motorways and we leave Birmingham behind and head for Chester.  We take a detour to Ironbridge to view the first iron bridge ever built, and yes it’s under scaffolding.  I begin to feel it’s us,  first  Big Ben, then half the city of Birmingham and now the iron bridge.

Still a pretty place to be and as it’s lunch WH tries out the world famous pork pies, which are actually cold so not my cup of tea.  He informs me they are very good but I decide to settle for a hot sausage roll.

Arriving around 4 after a drama free drive we pulled up at our Airbnb accomodation and it didn’t fail to disappoint.  A cottage, on the river, with windows and doors and more than one room and yes a washing machine.  Pure bliss after a week of hotel rooms.   We are the second story with cute tea rooms underneath.

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Chester is pretty and you do find something interesting around every corner.  The people are lovely. The cathedral is huge. The weather was kind.  The river is sparkly. The walls are for walking. The Sunny seats for sitting.  It’s all good.

art of the day from the courtyard inside the cathedral.

The train was easy enough and apart from the fact we sat next to a group of 4 guys who had had a big night in London and were now wanting to have a pi##ing competition (excuse my language) about their exploits, it was all fine.    Sleep eluded me the night before and so it was easy to feel aggrieved, but a macho loudmouth in pink tracksuit pants with a very tight white t shirt can easily get your goat up.

We got to our hotel and a nana nap had to be had, there was nothing else for it.  WH woke  me in an hour as discussed earlier, “if I fall asleep don’t let me sleep more than an hour”,   But again I feel aggrieved as it feels far to soon.  I forced myself out of bed and out the door to wander the city.  It was cool out and nothing seemed of interest.  There was lots of construction and not a lot of character.  We stumbled on a canal that at least provided a photo op.

Another loop around and we came across the library, which trust me after our walk the next morning, looks better at night.

We gave up on walking and went back to our hotel for a luke warm bowl of soup  which about summed up Birmingham so far.

The next morning we once again wake way ahead of the dawn and lament the fact that we have useless circadian rhythm, or whatever it’s called.   We wait for the light and then head out thinking we will follow the canal and something will be around the corner to surprise us.
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Nothing was there except again huge amounts of construction and hoardings and the setting up of a Christmas market.   Maybe it’s worth a look in another 5 years when everything’s finished and the hoarding is down, or maybe once Santa’s village is finished and all alight as I think Birmingham may just be better at night.

Tips

Buy your train tickets online and if you don’t care what time you travel then you can get some really good deals.  We got two first class tickets to Birmingham for £1 less than an ordinary ticket.

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It was special to be in London on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th year, 100 years on from the end of the First World War.  Remembrance Sunday  is observed as the second Sunday in November and this year, the 100th anniversary of the end of world war 1, fell on remembrance Sunday.

We had a train to catch at lunchtime and couldn’t venture far so decided to walk across Westminster bridge towards Parliament as the taxi driver we had the day before was telling us about the Remembrance Day parade so we though we might get a glimpse.  The bridge was lined with taxis two deep all the way across.  They are poppy taxis that pick up all the serviceman and take them to the cenotaph free of charge and then take them back.  There are hundreds of them, old and new.

We couldn’t get much further than the end of the bridge as the crowds going to the epitaph were huge and we didn’t want to take the chance of  not being able to get back so we wandered back to the river and watched as a flotilla of boats started to emerge.  I hadn’t bought my camera so the photos attached are only off my cell phone.
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At 12.30pm, led by Big Ben, all the church bells in England were rung simultaneously.  They call Remembrance Day the nations thank you.  It felt privileged to be in London on this 11th day of November and bear witness to this tribute.  Lest we forget.

I have to write about the test match in its own space, it was an event that deserves the limelight.  As previously discussed I am not a die hard fan but I love the nationalism, the competition and an exciting game.  WH is in his element.

We catch the train with the tens of thousands but it’s all pretty easy.  We even get a seat.  Follow the herds at Twickenham and meet up with WH brother.   There seems to be a lot of Black about and the mood is friendly all round.  Time is spent people watching and eating a German sausage as we wait for an excited kiwi girl currently OEing in London who has scored spare tickets to the game but underestimated the time it takes to get there.

With tickets handed over we head to the game only to meet with the solid people block at security and as dark storm clouds gather it feels as though it may take forever.  It doesn’t.  We are customarily wand waved and checked for contraband and ushered on through just as the first of the rain starts to fall.   A Guinness is acquired and as the rain really starts to make its presence felt we make it to our seats breathing a sigh of relief that they are undercover.

It is now that I notice that our little pocket of black, tucked into corner is minuscule.  We are merely dots in a crowd of 82,257 and the anthems prove it.  The kiwis bluster there way through the Maori version of the anthem, without the words on the big screen the demographic of the kiwi supporters mean there are few who can recite the words and the English version is not much better.  The high operatic voice of the singer doesn’t help either.

Englands turn and the crowd belts out God save the Queen with the passion and vocals of a evangelical choir.  We are in awe.  The Haka takes shape and the English rendition of “swing low” dominates the air space.  It reminds me clearly that we are on someone else’s turf and the fire is not all friendly.  We don’t hear a word and have to imagine the sound of the slapping of skin.  On completion our little corner of black stand up clapping and cheering, if only to make ourselves feel better.

The only time the crowd unite in entirety is the two minutes silence for Remembrance Day,  it is a poignant and moving two minutes to be immersed in such silence amongst so many.  You can literally hear the rain on the roof and it feels like this amazing crowd of 80,000 has breathed in and held its breath together.  The poppies fall in the graphics and we will and do remember them.
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The game itself,  I guess you saw it if you were interested and if you didn’t then you aren’t that interested so I shan’t go on but to say it was great.  The rain poured but in our little corner it didn’t really matter.  The atmosphere was amazing.

I wish I could immerse the sound into this blog as it surely has to be the most memorable. As kiwis our  three All Blacks chant. All BLACKS, All BLACKS, ALL BLACKS, seems so inferior not just because in comparison it is a barely heard whisper but also for its lack of tune and tradition when the deafening singing of the English carries itself like a perfect Mexican wave around the stadium.

We won and yes today the press here bare there teeth and fix the headlines but that’s not the reality.  It was fun and friendly and I have numerous nameless English who we have promised to meet at the final in Japan.  It’s a date.

We vacate our seats and I must admit to being slightly concerned as to how The 80 odd thousand are going to get back so we get more Guinness (or at least WH and his brother do)  I drink  anonymous “white wine” in a plastic bottle and we watch the aussies and welsh on the big screens beneath the stadium.  We eat traditional Cornish  pasties for our dinner and wash it down with more unmarked wine.  We eventually leave and make our way back to the train, again just follow the herds which are still migrating towards the station.

It’s not that hard and the rain is now an intermittent drizzle so life is good and everyone’s happy.   This experience was definitely as much about the journey as the destination.

Singapore- London.  It’s a long way. 14 hours and 15 mins flying time, so add to that the getting to and from and wait time and you’ve pretty much spent 20 hours getting from S to L.  All pretty easy though had an excellent run at both airports security and customs, with no queues and no dramas.   Wish all airports could be the same.

I have to flick my mind back to Singapore in order to remember what we did with our Singapore evening.  We went to the bar at the top of the marina sands building,  floor 57, and drank a Singapore Sling or at least I did and WH had a beer.

View over Gardens of the Bay.  The ships in the harbour are amazing in number, they dot the horizon as far as you can see.  I could say lots more but I am in a hurry as each blink feels like my eyes are too heavy to lift the lids again.  I am trying to stay awake but the brain is rebelling.

So let’s get moving. Had a misty jet lag sleep and gave up pretence at 0500.  I know should of wrote my blog then but didn’t.  Wandered around and then caught a train out to Richmond to have lunch with WH brother.  Was a nice cruisy day.  Found a cool tunnel to subway so check out the photos.   All a stark contrast to the order and straight lines of Singapore, here is a messy melting pot of colour and curves,
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Tips Singapore

Don’t book airport transfers from hotels.  Taxi are very reasonable and readily available.  Taxi cost $17 to airport and was $100 through hotel (granted would have been a flasher car)

Singapore airport great place to chill because it’s so relatively quiet but beware no boarding calls or reminders so keep an eye on time.