Friday, 28 June 2013


Lille, France

We encountered two gypsies while in Lille, both with cups held out for coins. Mamie Nicole warned us that the Romani children steal from you, while the adults strip outside wires for their copper components. This leaves residents without the use of their telephones until replaced. We were not lifted of any possessions, even any copper wires we happened to keep in our pockets.
We ate at a small creperie called La Petite Flambée. The galette (savoury crepe) that caught my eye was one with ham, walnuts, honey and chèvre - goat cheese. It was, of course, the best crepe I have ever had. 
Later, we went for a walk with Mamie Nicole, who said we were going to see chèvre. I giggled to myself, imagining a pen with lumps of goat cheese tethered inside. But the word chèvre means both goat and goat cheese. Saying le fromage de chèvre is quite redundant. The pen did indeed contain goats, as well as chickens, a couple of geese and a baby goat (which I put into a different category as the other goats because it was so much cuter). This pen was around the back of the town centre of Lambersart, which I found surprising as it seemed a very rural thing to do. 
On a similar note, the pigeons here have such deep voices I mistook them for owls out in the daytime. I have yet to see for myself that they are actually pigeons. I remain unconvinced. 

View from Mamie Nicole's bathroom window.

Sunday, 23 June 2013

I give the fruit a 9/10

Hong Kong Airport, Hong Kong

Not being overly fond of airplane food, we were amazed when we were booking our flights with Cathay Pacific. We were expecting the typical food option and the vegetarian option but were met with a long list to choose from. The fruit platter sounded the most appealing.
I didn't have high hopes for it but was left impressed. Everything was ripe and tasty except for the slightly out-of-place half strawberry. 
So far I've greatly enjoyed the journey. I get lots of cut up fruit brought to me, and even better: I can sit around under a blanket for 12 hours watching movies and not feel unproductive. Here's to another 16 hours of the same. 

Saturday, 22 June 2013

The Storm that Sent Us on our Way

You know the one. Your fence or letter box may have been blown down or that tree by your bus stop was left with no branches. You may be missing a front door or have gained a trampoline that used to be in the lawn two streets over from you. In Auckland they had lightning and they said it was beautiful. We just had wind and rain. 

A good send off, I feel, though our flight was delayed somewhat. Tonight we feast and tomorrow marks the first stage of the journey. We will go sleepless until we are in Europe - 100 days of wine and good food and sun (if we're being optimistic). 

For those in Wellington, stay warm and don't bother replacing your umbrella.