This weekend was my first substantial experience of traveling alone for fun, rather than with a group or traveling for work. I'd had a rather intense week this past week, and had heard from a number of people that this is the time of year to see Scotland -- the weather's decent and the crowds aren't quite as insane as during the summer.
On Friday afternoon, I took the train from Kings Cross up to Edinburgh, where I found the hostel that I'd booked for the two nights in town. I started talking with two girls who were also staying there, and the three of us decided to head out and find dinner. After walking through the Grassmarket and looking at a number of different places, we found an amazing French fusion place. Their venison special was phenomenal, and I have to admit that yes, I tried haggis as an appetizer. It isn't something I'd order frequently, but I figured I should at least try it since I was there... it was fried and served with potatoes... definitely a bit more refined of a way of trying it than in the more-traditional manner I saw at many places for breakfast the subsequent day. If you really want to know: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haggis
Saturday morning, I went on a run through a nearby park, and saw an incredible view of the city, sea, castle, and countryside. All in all -- phenomenal.
After breakfast at a local cafe, I took a tour of the Edinburgh castle, did a scotch whiskey tasting, found a streetmarket, toured the Scottish parliament building, and found a pub for some scotch and dinner. I tried a bit of the other side of Edinburgh life later that night, joining up with a group doing a pub crawl. Probably not the best way to keep up my marathon training, but I ended up having a blast with a rather wide group of people -- from 20-year-old students studying in Edinburgh to an asset management guy on a weekend vacation from London, to a few guys from Texas over here for a week.
Sunday morning was a bit more relaxed. I went to an Anglican church right in the center of town that I'd seen before and wanted to explore inside. After the service, I walked up to the top of a hill I'd seen but not climbed on the Saturday run. I'm now writing this on the train on the way back from Edinburgh to London, sitting on the floor between two cars. I guess I've learned my lesson about buying a train ticket on short notice and not purchasing a seat when I do so. Apparently flights would have been cheaper than the train, had I booked this trip more than three hours in advance of my departure.
All in all, my lessons from the weekend: Definitely get out and explore more like this. Just plan a bit more in advance to get a more-sensible and yet still somewhat affordable way of getting there.
My next stop for a weekend trip is likely to be Ireland. I don't yet know when or with whom, but I'm thinking it'll be after the Chicago marathon, as there are only two more weekends between now and when I travel back to the States for that.
Sunday 21 September 2008
Friday 19 September 2008
Politics
I've intended to write this entry for a while, but haven't gotten around to it. It's not quite as timely as I'd like, but so be it.
During the Democratic and Republican national conventions, I was shocked at the coverage in the UK. The popular dailies -- Metro, City Paper, and other free papers handed out at tube stations -- had their lead stories for about three weeks straight focusing on Obama, Biden, McCain, and Palin. Likewise, the BBC One morning news TV show was hilarious. I don't watch it often, but I had it on at 7am one day as I was getting ready for work. The introduction at the beginning of the show was a 45-second intro into their coverage of the Republican convention, 15 seconds or so on something to do with politics here in England, and then a five-minute segment on the previous night's RNC speeches.
It almost seems as if people here know more about our politics and election process than many in the States.
During the Democratic and Republican national conventions, I was shocked at the coverage in the UK. The popular dailies -- Metro, City Paper, and other free papers handed out at tube stations -- had their lead stories for about three weeks straight focusing on Obama, Biden, McCain, and Palin. Likewise, the BBC One morning news TV show was hilarious. I don't watch it often, but I had it on at 7am one day as I was getting ready for work. The introduction at the beginning of the show was a 45-second intro into their coverage of the Republican convention, 15 seconds or so on something to do with politics here in England, and then a five-minute segment on the previous night's RNC speeches.
It almost seems as if people here know more about our politics and election process than many in the States.
Tuesday 9 September 2008
Zurich and Geneva
Departure
So, on Friday afternoon, I went straight from the office to Heathrow, on my way to four days in Switzerland. As much as BA has been hyping Terminal 5, I have no particular desire to fly through there again after this. The train stopped about a mile outside of the airport and the conductor said it was due to an evacuation at Terminal 5. We waited for 15 minutes or so, and then continued on without hearing any further announcements. When the train eventually got to T5, the public transit transfer area was deserted. Apparently an alarm of some type had gone off, so they were keeping everyone outside of it. Police escorted us up the escalators and outside into a huge crowd, without telling us anything about what was going on.
Eventually, I noticed people inside the main terminal building, fought my way through the crowd, and walked through a wide-open set of doors into the terminal. Now, I was on ground level, which is two stories (four escalator rides) below departures. The elevators were not working due to the evacuation, so I found a set of escalators and took them up to departures. Security was uneventful, except for the government statistician attacking me as I tried to put on shoes. However, the terminal itself was virtually empty, and my flight left from a gate at the absolute end of the terminal. The nearest food was six gates away, and it was closed. I ended up finding a takeaway sushi place another 10 gates further back toward civilization, and was able to eat dinner with chopsticks as I walked onto the plane.
Granted, after that, the flight was uneventful and the service was great. No lost baggage, food and alcohol included, just a bit of a hassle getting to the plane itself.
Friday Night
I got to Zurich just after 10, and met Chris at his place. He started a rotation to his company's office there just a few days prior, and is in corporate housing until he gets the keys to his actual apartment. After dropping my luggage there, we explored the city a bit, found a bar, and split a bottle of a decent French wine. It was great to catch up and to hear the stories of someone else who's doing a similar international rotation, but with a completely different company. Granted, I give him massive credit for doing it in a country where he doesn't yet speak the primary language.
Saturday
We found a decent place for brunch. Wow, brunch! We had issues with interpreting everything on the menu, but both settled on a Swiss breakfast plate. It had a few types of bread, fruits, jams, eggs, and more... it was phenomenal!
We meandered through the city for most of the afternoon and took a number of the photos posted here. Originally, we'd considered going swimming in part of the river through town, which is apparently great when the weather cooperates. Unfortunately, though, it was 20 degrees and off-and-on raining, which made that a bit tough.
We found a great little Italian restaurant around the corner from his place for dinner, ventured through the city at night, and crashed much earlier than the previous day.
Sunday
We went to a design museum for a bit, before I hopped a train to Geneva.
...or so I thought.
I was supposed to get off the train at Bern and transfer to a train on the opposite track to continue my journey to Geneva. Now, the train that I was on left Zurich 10 minutes late or so, and it was only a 6-minute connection in Bern. I should have thought of this, but it apparently didn't register. So, I walked across the track, asked someone "Genève?" heard something resembling yes, and got on the train. I buried myself in my book again, until the conductor came by, looked at my ticket, and told me I was not headed southwest to Geneva, but rather southeast. He told me to get off at Thun, the next stop, transfer back to Bern, and then on to Geneva. I did, and got to see some amazing countryside in the process, but it did put me into Geneva a bit later than initially expected.
Geneva
Sunday night was a quick walk through town. Monday morning, I got up and did my first run in five days. As the sun was rising, I went north along Lake Geneva. It was a crystal clear blue sky, clean air, light breeze... it felt perfect! After the meetings for which I was actually in town, I ventured out to a coffeeshop on the lakefront to write up my notes, go through email, and organize myself. I'd originally expected to have dinner with someone from my client, who was supposed to be coming in from London that night. However, he said he was on a later flight than expected, so I ended up getting dinner on my own at Restaurant Le Lacustre, overlooking the lake.
Today was a much quicker day -- I had a meeting that ended at 10:30, spent a half hour writing notes afterward, and then was back in London in time for a 4pm meeting. Now, off to a spinning class!
So, on Friday afternoon, I went straight from the office to Heathrow, on my way to four days in Switzerland. As much as BA has been hyping Terminal 5, I have no particular desire to fly through there again after this. The train stopped about a mile outside of the airport and the conductor said it was due to an evacuation at Terminal 5. We waited for 15 minutes or so, and then continued on without hearing any further announcements. When the train eventually got to T5, the public transit transfer area was deserted. Apparently an alarm of some type had gone off, so they were keeping everyone outside of it. Police escorted us up the escalators and outside into a huge crowd, without telling us anything about what was going on.
Eventually, I noticed people inside the main terminal building, fought my way through the crowd, and walked through a wide-open set of doors into the terminal. Now, I was on ground level, which is two stories (four escalator rides) below departures. The elevators were not working due to the evacuation, so I found a set of escalators and took them up to departures. Security was uneventful, except for the government statistician attacking me as I tried to put on shoes. However, the terminal itself was virtually empty, and my flight left from a gate at the absolute end of the terminal. The nearest food was six gates away, and it was closed. I ended up finding a takeaway sushi place another 10 gates further back toward civilization, and was able to eat dinner with chopsticks as I walked onto the plane.
Granted, after that, the flight was uneventful and the service was great. No lost baggage, food and alcohol included, just a bit of a hassle getting to the plane itself.
Friday Night
I got to Zurich just after 10, and met Chris at his place. He started a rotation to his company's office there just a few days prior, and is in corporate housing until he gets the keys to his actual apartment. After dropping my luggage there, we explored the city a bit, found a bar, and split a bottle of a decent French wine. It was great to catch up and to hear the stories of someone else who's doing a similar international rotation, but with a completely different company. Granted, I give him massive credit for doing it in a country where he doesn't yet speak the primary language.
Saturday
We found a decent place for brunch. Wow, brunch! We had issues with interpreting everything on the menu, but both settled on a Swiss breakfast plate. It had a few types of bread, fruits, jams, eggs, and more... it was phenomenal!
We meandered through the city for most of the afternoon and took a number of the photos posted here. Originally, we'd considered going swimming in part of the river through town, which is apparently great when the weather cooperates. Unfortunately, though, it was 20 degrees and off-and-on raining, which made that a bit tough.
We found a great little Italian restaurant around the corner from his place for dinner, ventured through the city at night, and crashed much earlier than the previous day.
Sunday
We went to a design museum for a bit, before I hopped a train to Geneva.
...or so I thought.
I was supposed to get off the train at Bern and transfer to a train on the opposite track to continue my journey to Geneva. Now, the train that I was on left Zurich 10 minutes late or so, and it was only a 6-minute connection in Bern. I should have thought of this, but it apparently didn't register. So, I walked across the track, asked someone "Genève?" heard something resembling yes, and got on the train. I buried myself in my book again, until the conductor came by, looked at my ticket, and told me I was not headed southwest to Geneva, but rather southeast. He told me to get off at Thun, the next stop, transfer back to Bern, and then on to Geneva. I did, and got to see some amazing countryside in the process, but it did put me into Geneva a bit later than initially expected.
Geneva
Sunday night was a quick walk through town. Monday morning, I got up and did my first run in five days. As the sun was rising, I went north along Lake Geneva. It was a crystal clear blue sky, clean air, light breeze... it felt perfect! After the meetings for which I was actually in town, I ventured out to a coffeeshop on the lakefront to write up my notes, go through email, and organize myself. I'd originally expected to have dinner with someone from my client, who was supposed to be coming in from London that night. However, he said he was on a later flight than expected, so I ended up getting dinner on my own at Restaurant Le Lacustre, overlooking the lake.
Today was a much quicker day -- I had a meeting that ended at 10:30, spent a half hour writing notes afterward, and then was back in London in time for a 4pm meeting. Now, off to a spinning class!
Thursday 4 September 2008
Switzerland!
So, one of the projects I'm working on is with a team based in Switzerland. They suggested I meet the team out there at some point. Somehow, this ended up leading into my first trip: I'm flying to Zurich on Friday night, spending the weekend with a friend who's working for a different US company there, and then taking a train to Geneva for two days of meetings there before returning to London next Tuesday evening. Should be a great trip, and even though I'll be in a strange city alone on my birthday, I think it's worth being able to explore Geneva!
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