Back to my Second Home

Sleeping outdoors and on train stations, and eating canned food and cheeseburgers for days does something to your whole body. The few days that I spent in Austria have been a rehabilitation for my whole body and spirit. The feeling of taking a long warm shower, eat good home cooked meals, cutting my hair, sleeping in a comfortable bed, washing my clothes and starting to do sports was the best treatment I could give myself at that time. During my stay I went mountain biking, played golf, met up with friends and went to a exhibition of modern art called “Höhenrausch 2” ( I also went to Höhenrausch 1 two years ago). Fully charged again, I set the course for Hungary.

Barcelona – The perfect weekend city

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The first thing that happened when we came to the train station in Barcelona, was that I went to go buy some water, and during the few minutes I was away, my friend had all her important things stolen: camera, interrail ticket, passport, money and credit cards, which of course created a lot of problems. First thing we did was to spend a few hours at the police station to get it reported, and then we went to the American Embassy to get a new passport. Her father had arranged it so that she got to fly out of Barcelona the next day with an emergency passport. During the few hours we spent at the police station, we saw maybe 30 others who had the same problem, some of them were people we had been on the same train with earlier that day. Theft seemed to be a huge thing in Barca, and I would therefore advice everyone to keep their valuables a little closer than usual when visiting the city.


Except from that, Barcelona was a wonderful city, with fountain shows Thursdays to Sundays between 8.30 and 11. This was a beautiful event that everyone ought to see, where they played music, shone light on the fountains and great variations of the fountain shower shapes. With that and the unfinished basilica “Sagrada Familia” which has been built for almost a hundred years, I would say that Barcelona is my favorite weekend city in Europe so far:)
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A Little Reunion in the French Riviera

When I came to St. Cyprien it was time for a new reunion. This time it was with people that I studied together with in the US last year. My French friend had rented a cabin right by the beach in St. Cyprien where we put up a tent, and stayed for three sunny days before we continued our trip further south. During our stay we played tennis, went to the swimming pools, stayed on the beach and visited the second biggest marina for private boats. I also discovered the geniality of travelling with a tent, which is a far better idea than sleeping on the beach at daytime, as that gave me a sunburn from hell. With the heavy backpack that I am carrying, I think my shoulders are going to get a little extra sore the next few days.

Rushing through Paris and Brussels

Since the all the trains between London and Paris were full for the next few days, we had to improvise and go to Brussels instead. When we got there it was pretty late, so we ended up just walking through the city in the evening and spent the night at the train station with all the other interrailers who hadn’t found a place to sleep. Sleeping either on the trains or at the train stations was something we did almost every night, as this saved us for a great deal of money, and kept us warm during when it was freezing outside.
After taking the morning train from Brussels, we got to Paris around 9 a.m and had the whole day to go see the Eifel Tower and eat as much French food as we could before catching the night train down to the French Riviera. 

London Calling

After meeting up with my American friend in the British Capital, we decided to go to get some fish and chips and cider for a little picnic up in South Clapham. Why Clapham? Because that is where it is said that you can get the best fish&chips in London. We went to a place called Fishclub, which has gotten several prices for their traditional fast food, and it sure did live up to its reputation.  After a few hours in the park, where it was way too cold, we went to go clubbing in the city, but were surprised that we did2 not get to stay longer than until 12, when the pubs closed. The following day we went for pub breakfast, which was quite a cultural experience: the pub was packed with people already at 11am. Mostly men, some with children around, making themselves ready for the football game that was going on later that day. After the late breakfast we went to see Big Ben and The London Eye before the time ran out and we had to catch the our train to Brussels.