Homebake @ The Domain

Frenzal Rhomb Setlist

 

The Crap Facts

This is my 155th concert.

This is my 2nd concert at The Domain.

This is my 34th concert in Sydney.

This is my 150th concert in New South Wales.

This is my 152nd concert in Australia.
The Feelers are the 204th band I've seen.
This is my 2nd Something For Kate concert.

This is my 4th Fini Scad concert.
This is my 8th Frenzal Rhomb concert.
This is my 2nd Nancy Vandal concert.
This is my 2nd Mavis' concert.
This is my 5th Screamfeeder concert.
This is my 4th Jebediah concert.
Jebediah are the 50th different band I've seen in 1998.

This is my 2nd Sidewinder concert.
This is my 3rd Ratcat concert.
Ratcat are the 50th different band I've seen in Sydney.

This is my 5th Living End concert.
This is my 3rd TISM concert.

TISM are the 400th time I've seen a band in New South Wales.

Sprung Monkey & Nitocris @ The Zoo

What I remember (in 2024)

Went with Jason.

Nitocris wouldn't play until people moved closer to the stage.  People inched forward song by song.

The Crap Facts

This is my 154th concert.

This is my 21st concert at The Zoo.

This is my 21st concert in Long Jetty.

This is my 149th concert in New South Wales.

This is my 151st concert in Australia.
This is my 5th Nitocris concert.

Nitocris are the 50th time I've seen a band in 1998.

This is my 3rd Sprung Monkey concert.

Superjesus, Local H & Violeteen @ Central Coast Leagues

What I remember (in 2024)

Went with K & Jason.

Local H had their roadies sitting on stage playing cards, with one of them joining in on a 2nd guitar on a few songs.

The Crap Facts

This is my 153rd concert.

This is my 5th concert at Central Coast Leagues.

This is my 5th concert in Gosford.

This is my 148th concert in New South Wales.

This is my 150th concert in Australia.
Violeteen are the 203rd band I've seen.
This is my 2nd Local H concert.

Local H are the 400th time I've seen a band in Australia.

This is my 3rd Superjesus concert.

Living End & Area 7 @ The Metro

The Crap Facts

This is my 152nd concert.

This is my 29th concert at The Metro.

This is my 33rd concert in Sydney.

This is my 147th concert in New South Wales.

This is my 149th concert in Australia.
Area 7 are the 202nd band I've seen.

Area 7 are the 50th different band I've seen at The Metro.
This is my 4th Living End concert.

Hong Kong, Hong Kong to Bateau Bay, Australia

I woke up at 11.30 am Hong Kong time (4.30 am London) to be served breakfast. Although I slept well last night, I was awoken twice because of turbulence.

We arrived at the new Hong Kong Airport at 1.30 pm. I disembarked and went straight to my gate, where my flight left at seven pm. I sat in the waiting room, writing in my diary and reading until I could no longer keep my eyes open. I didn’t sleep more than an hour, but I felt great when I woke up.

It then seemed to take forever before we boarded. I am on one of those new planes that have a television in the back of every seat. I also have two seats to myself as the plane is only half full, which you would think is conducive to sleep. However, I stayed awake the whole trip. I watched Mercury Rising, then Godzilla on the inflight movie channel, before moving on to write more in my diary. There is also an on-board computer which monitors where you are on a map and can be displayed on the tv right in front of you. While it kept me amused, it made it feel like forever before we got home.

Wednesday 7 October 1998

It is now 4.53 am Sydney time, and we only have 953 kilometers to go (or an hour, 27 minutes). We’re just about to cross the New South Wales/Queensland border. I spend my time seeing familiar sights and reflecting on an amazing last five months. So close to home!

London, England to Hong Kong, Hong Kong

This was it! I was continuously woken from 5.30 am as people wished me farewell before heading off to work.

I didn’t go anywhere this morning, just procrastinated about packing everything. It was only me and Luvo in the house until two pm, when he left after we’d had some lunch.

Finally, it came time for me to head to the station, but not without some drama. I closed the door behind me and then realized I didn’t know where my passport was (dickhead!). I frantically unpacked everything on the front step – but to no avail. My only hope was for a next-door neighbor to be home, and see if I can get in a back window. Fortunately, someone was and they supervised me jump the back fence. The back door was locked, as was the spare room, but the window near the fridge was open, so I climbed in. What a relief! I found the passport on the floor of the spare room and left in a hurry, pledging to call my first born after the neighbor.

I only waited five minutes at Streatham Hill for a train, and another was waiting for me at Victoria. A change at South Kensington was my last before the Heathrow Terminal.

I checked in with plenty of time to spare and wasn’t questioned about the excess three kilos on my baggage. I did, however, have my day pack checked in a random search. It’s one of those situations where you know you’ve done nothing wrong, but you can’t stop sweating and being nervous.

I had a good seat at the back of the plane with plenty of leg room and a chair that leant way back. I sat next to a guy, Dave from Leicester, who was a shoe manufacturer heading to Hong Kong on business. I watched The Truman Show, before a good night’s sleep.

London, England

At nine am Reggae decided that the whole house should be awake, much to no one’s delight.

I struggled to get up, but managed a shower before Brett and Simone came around. The three of us, with Reggae and Bert, went back to yesterday’s café for another plate of fat. It was good to catch up with Brett before I head home tomorrow, even though it was only for an hour. While members of the house went their own way for the day, I caught the train to Hammersmith to meet with Kern, Luvo, Johnny, Karla and Jen for lunch at a pub on the Thames. I thought I was doing badly being 20 minutes late, but I had to wait another 40 minutes for the others to arrive.

We had a Sunday roast at this pub and then headed to another, Salvation, to watch Liverpool and Chelsea on TV.

After the game, Johnny and Kern went back to their new place (they moved in yesterday), while Luvo and I made the trek back to Streatham Hill.

We got home at seven pm and Bert had made dinner for everyone, with some leftovers for us.

The night was spent in, as all of the Castle had had a big weekend, and was overflowing with people. I can’t believe I’m going home tomorrow. It depresses me in some ways, but I’m excited in others. I can’t wait to surprise mum and Kelly.

London, England

I arrived in Victoria Station at eight am, and it’s cold for the second day in a row. I caught the train down to the Castle and manage to wake up most of the household, who’ve had a big night last night.

Kern, Lisa, Cousin Suze and I head out for a fry-up breakfast at a café just around the corner. Most people were up by the time we got back, and if not, I made sure it was time they were.

The day was a pretty lazy one, with not much happening until two pm, when Luvo, Creany, Kel, Dan (Creany & Kel’s friend) and I went up to Camden to go through the markets again. I wish I had heaps of money, because I would’ve spent a fortune here again.

We walked down to Benno & Jane’s as they are having a house warming party tonight. We picked up some dinner and beers on the way, as the Hawaiian party kicked off at eight pm. The house was packed with about 60 people in their small 2-bedroom flat that they share with at Kiwi, Quinton. The party was great – the place was literally jumping, and I met a ton of new people.

Me, Camden, London, England

Me & Luvo, Camden, London, England

Johnny, Me, Simon, Luvo & Karla, Camden, London, England

Kern, Camden, London, England

Benno, Camden, London, England

Karla & Me, Camden, London, England

It wasn’t until 4.30 am that we decided to go home (and we left a dozen people there). Luke, Karla, Luvo and I caught a cab back to Streatham Hill, and I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

Edinburgh, Scotland to London, England

I left my backpack at the hostel to do a day’s sightseeing before heading back to London. First stop was the bus station to book on the 10.30 pm bus tonight. No problems there.

I went to the tourist office in order to plan my day. I started by getting on the Edinburgh Tour Bus, which takes you around the city allowing you to get off whenever, to look around. The bus started at the Walter Scott Monument, which couldn’t be seen due to restoration works (Scotland’s contribution to the growing European Scaffolding Plague). The bus went down to Prince Street (the main shopping street), and then into the old town.

My first stop was Edinburgh Castle. This 12th century castle is situated on an extinct volcano and gives great views over the city. There are numerous old buildings within the castle, and the free audio guide gave many insights into Edinburgh and the Castle’s history. Today the sight is used as headquarters for the Scottish Army, and also houses Scotland’s Crown Jewels.

After two hours in the castle, I got back on the bus, which headed down the Royal Mile to Holyrood Palace. This palace is used by the Queen when she visits Scotland. I walked around the outside of the grounds as it was too expensive to go in.

I got back on the bus and stayed with it as it drove around the new town, before stopping again in Princes Street. I got off here to go to the National Gallery. This gallery was filled with a variety of paintings by Scottish artists.

After walking around the gallery for a while I opted to wander around the streets, just looking around, it was 5.30 pm and most shops and sights were closed. I sat in Princes Street Gardens for a while, writing in my diary, before going for a baked potato for dinner.

I then went back to the Tron Hostel to get my stuff, before going to the bus station. The bus was half an hour late getting into Edinburgh, and was packed. I was squashed into my seat and tried desperately, to get some sleep, but was kept awake by pissed Newcastle supporters who didn’t shut up until they were threatened with removal by the bus driver. This was when we were in Leeds at 3.30 am, at which time everyone was ready to kill them. I slept on and off the rest of the way to London.

Glasgow, Scotland to Edinburgh, Scotland

This morning I checked out of the hostel and took my backpack up to the youth hostel where the bus picks up in the afternoon.

I walked through Kelvingrove Park to the museum. There was a small guided tour through the museum, which was basically an elderly volunteer telling us which paintings she did and did not like. Once that was complete, I had a look around for myself. There were paintings there by Monet, De Gas, De Goya, Whistler and Velazquez to name a few. Other areas of the museum had a dinosaur display, South Pacific art and an Armory, which had a full-size Storm Trooper suit.

After the museum I had enough time to grab some lunch before heading back to the hostel for the bus to pick us up.

It took only an hour to get to Edinburgh and we were dropped off at the Belford Hostel, an old converted church, just on the edge of the city. We ended up staying at the Tron Hostel in the old town, before kicking on to a couple of pubs in the Grassmarket area. There was me, Adam, Andy, Yvonne, Kathy, Catherine, Carol from Ireland, and Rick and Eve from New Zealand. It ended up being a really good night, that wrapped up at two am.

Glasgow, Scotland

Finally, it rains in Scotland! After a week of great weather, Glasgow turns on the weather I had been expecting. It rained constantly all day, but I was inside for most of it.

The girls and I started off the day walking to the tourist info to decide what do.

My first stop after that was St. Mungo Museum of Religious Life & Art. My reason for this was to see Dali’s Christ of St. John of the Cross, a controversial, but most intriguing, painting of the crucifixion. Controversial because it is a rare perspective of looking at Christ from above, and not the traditional frontal view of his death. I love me some Dali, and this painting was no exception.

The museum also had displays covering many religions (i.e., Jewish, Buddhist, Hindu, etc.) and their role in Scotland. There was even a painting from the Aboriginal Dreamtime.

Behind the museum is the Glasgow Cathedral. This church was built in 1238, and has numerous small chapels, which were full of art students trying to copy the gothic style, and also the tombs of St. Mungo.

After lunch I met up with Kathy and we did a tour of the city’s chambers, located in George’s Square. The City Hall was built in 1880 and houses offices of Glasgow’s Lord Provost (Mayor), local council meeting rooms, dining/function room, and two, three-floor marble staircases. The tour gave us a brief history of the building and a run-down of how the local council works.

This took and an hour, and gave us enough time to go to the Museum of Contemporary Art afterwards. This was four floors of some great works, but the two pieces that stood out for me were by an artist who had done these 3D paintings. The first one was in a triangular shape of a building, which looked all fresh and new in the afternoon shadows, but when you looked at it from another angle, the building looked like it was in a state of ruin. The other painting was of three hallways, which moved when you did. Very trippy, but amazing! I’d love to know how it was done.

With it still raining, another night in was on the cards, so I go some take-away, went back to the hostel and watched a couple of UEFA Cup games.

Oban, Scotland to Glasgow, Scotland

I got up this morning and headed out for some breakfast. After eating I headed back to the hostel to wait for the afternoon’s Haggis bus. On the way I stopped to buy a film for my camera, only to find out there was no money in my wallet. Someone must have lifted the £60 from my wallet when I left it in the pillow case when I went to the bathroom this morning. I was livid, but three was nothing I could do. Damn hassle! I couldn’t believe it happened with only a week to go, after five months of no trouble at all. Oh well!

I got on the bus bound for Glasgow. It made a stop at Loch Lomond, which had a beautiful converted castle as its youth hostel. I was tempted to stay at this magnificent place, bit a lack of things to do kept me on the bus.

The bus arrived in Glasgow at 4.30 pm and four of us (Kathy, Yvonne, Ania and I) went to Berkely Backpackers to check in for two nights. We all went for a walk through the main shopping center in town before stopping at a pub, Shenanigans, for dinner. This was a cheap two-course meal, which was the nicest meal I’ve had for a while.

After dinner we went looking for an internet place, which saw us wandering around in the dark for an hour before we came across one. I read and sent messages for half an hour before we headed back to the hostel for an early night.

Oban, Scotland

I had planned to go to the Isle of Lismore today, but found out that the ferries don’t run on Mondays. I was also too late to get to the ferry across to Kerrera, where there is a monument on the point called the Hutcheson Memorial, that I wanted to see.

What I did instead was take a walk around Oban. I headed north to the War Memorial and then beyond to Dunollie Castle. This semi-ruined, grass-covered castle is owned by the McDougall clan, and was built about 685. The castle has been in its abandoned state since the late 17th century.

From below the castle I walked out to a point, which looked across to the lighthouse at the entrance to the bay.

I sat there for a while watching fishing boats come in and out before continuing north along Corran Esplanade. The walk took me along the water’s edge, past farms and two villages before coming to a camping ground at the end of the road, leaving me with only one option – turn around and come back.

I did so, walking back through town, past the train station to the foot of Pulpit Hill. I climbed the hill and got a great view over both the town and the harbor.

When I came down from there, I walked along Gallanach Road, south of the city, along the water. There was nothing along here to really talk about, but the view was nice. Once again, I came to the end, and headed back to town.

When I arrived back, I grabbed some take-away for a late lunch / early dinner and went to McCaig’s Tower again to eat, and then sit and read from the highest point in town.

I met up with everyone again at the hostel and we decided to go bowling tonight. The bowling alley was over near the train station, so we walked over and each had three games and a few beers.

Afterwards we headed to McCaig’s Tower, again, to get some night photos, as the tower and town are well lit. We didn’t stay long, as it was too cold and I’d done enough for one day to last me a week.

Oban, Scotland

This morning Kathy and I caught a ferry over to the Isle of Mull – a 40-minute trip from Oban. Today the weather has become cloudy for the first time since I arrived in Scotland.

Once on the island, we caught a small tourist train to Torosay Castle. This is a small steam train which runs along the water for about 20 minutes.

Train to Torosay Castle, Isle of Mull, Scotland

Torosay Castle is a privately owned castle, which is open to the public. The magnificent home is filled with the history of both the castle and its owners. It is also set on acreage and has a beautiful garden, lined with statues, which Kathy and I walked around. After touring the castle, we walked to a local weaver and jewelers, where I picked up the perfect present for Kelly.

After this we walked back to the ferry terminal, stopping on the way for a late lunch that we had bought at Tesco’s earlier on in the day.

The ferry got us back to Oban at six pm.

Back at the hostel, the Haggis bus had arrived, and on it was Matt, Jen, Yvonne and Catherine. We headed to a pub where Matt and Jen had been in the afternoon, watching the NRL Grand Final. They were meant to be showing some NFL, but when we arrived, they were showing English football, so we decided to go back to the hostel, via the bottle shop, and have a few drinks near the fire and spend the night playing pool.

Isle Of Skye, Scotland to Oban, Scotland

I left Kyleakin at 8.30 am, bound for Glencoe. The Haggis bus made two stops first – at Ben Nevis and Fort William – to drop off and pick up other passengers. On the way I got my first sight of rain since arriving in Scotland, but it only lasted five minutes.

We arrived at Glencoe, to find the only thing to do was go for a hike. That, coupled with the fact that the youth hostel was fully booked, helped me decide to head onto the next stop – Oban. I checked in for three nights, and set about for a walk around town.

Oban is a smallish fishing village that happens to be having a seafood fair this weekend.

I walked through the main street of town and to the tourist office to find out what I can do for the next couple of days. I then walked up the hill to McCaig’s Tower. This was a tower built by a local banker in the late 1800’s in a style similar to that of the Colosseum in Rome. His vision was to have a statue of a family member in each arch, but it never came to fruition. I ended up sitting up there for an hour, reading and listening to my Walkman.

Oban from Pulpit Hill, Scotland

I eventually came back to the hostel when it started getting too cold.

I was going to spend the night in at the hostel (they have an open fireplace) but Kathy suggested going to the movies, which was only a couple minutes’ walk from the hostel. We went and saw The Gingerbread Man in a cinema that makes the loungeroom at the Entrance look like the MCG. The movie was alright, but nothing to rave about.

Afterwards we took a walk along the water’s edge to a War Memorial, before heading back to the warmth of the hostel.

Isle Of Skye, Scotland

What a lazy day! I got out of bed at nine am and that’s the most energetic thing I did all day.

Most of the day was spent out the front of the hostel, in the sun, reading and listening to music. I had lunch at a coffee shop next door with Catherine, before continuing with my basking in the sun.

I bought a rice dish from the grocery store for dinner, so as to not set of the fire alarm like I did Wednesday night.

Tonight was another night at Saucy Mary’s. Not as big as last night, but still a good one. They had a live band as well, who were pretty good. We left just before closing to head over to the Haakin Bar for a bit of a dance, although they were only open for another 20 minutes.

The night finished back at Dun Caan watching a Rage-like show, which was showing snippets of performances at Reading from previous years. I’m not on a mission to go to this festival at another time.

Isle Of Skye, Scotland

I had a feeling last night that this guy in the common room was someone I knew, but couldn’t figure out who he was. When I woke up this morning, I realized it was Jason Pittman (Joanne & Grant’s cousin). I saw him this morning and had a great chat. He is on the three-day Haggis tour.

Today we are doing Nickstour, a bus trip around the Isle of Skye. We left at 10.30 am with our driver, Steve. There were 14 of us, most being from the trip in yesterday.

Our first stop was at Portree, a small seaside village. We had half an hour to walk around and have lunch, which I did with Ken from San Francisco.

After that we stopped at the Old Man of Storr. This is a rock formation on a hill that took us around 40 minutes to get up to. The view at the top was magnificent, looking back over Storr Loch and Raasy, the island to the east.

Old Man of Storr, Isle of Skye, Scotland

Looking Towards Storr Loch, Isle of Skye, Scotland

We were all relieved to get to the bottom and relax in the bus for the next drive up to Kilt Rock. This is a cliff face on the east coast, that is said to look like a Scotsman’s kilt, though I couldn’t see the resemblance. There was also a waterfall here – Mealt Falls – which had a huge drop to the seaside below. Not far from here we saw another couple of waterfalls as well as some old salmon smoking factories, which were at the bottom of the cliff, and looked completely inaccessible.

Time for another climb. We reached another hill, The Quiraing, and climbed to its 600-meter peak. Once again, the view was so beautiful. I wish I could just bring the tent up here and camp and take in the view 24 hours a day. Also, while I was up at the top, I ran into Matt from the Contiki trip (small world is an understatement). He’s also staying in Kyleakin, doing a three-day Haggis – so I will catch up with him later tonight.

Our next stop was The Fairy Glen. This is an area in the north of Skye which is littered with miniature mountains. These were formed by giant glacial deposits, but the better legend has the King of Ireland marrying a fairy and moving to the area. The Irishman felt overwhelmed by the vast area, with its huge mountains, so his wife made all these smaller hills to make him feel more at home.

After climbing a couple of these hills, we headed for home via Uig and Portree. We stopped at a pub on the way home for a drink, before getting back to the hostel at 6.30 pm.

When I read back what I had just written, it doesn’t go near doing it justice. What we saw in eight hours and the ground we covered was like nothing else. And once again we were blessed with incredible weather. Not long after getting back to the hostel, we headed out to Saucy Mary’s – the local pub – for a big night. Liverpool and Manchester United were on the telly, and some card games in a pub full of backpackers, who knew each other for the most part, made for a quality night out. We came home at closing time and watched telly and chatted until three am.

Inverness, Scotland to Isle Of Skye, Scotland

This morning five of us caught a mini-bus around Loch Ness.

Our first stop was the Official Loch Ness Monster Exhibition. This was a little 40-minute tour explaining the legend of Loch Ness, which the whole area bases its tourism industry around. The exhibition is good, in that it didn’t say that there was or was not a monster, but gave stories of sightings, fake photos, and exhibitions of scanning the loch. The exhibition finished with the usual souvenir shop, with this one selling kilts in the tartan of various clans – I kind of wish we had a Scottish background.

After this the bus continued around the lake to Urqhart Castle. This castle, in ruins since being destroyed in 1692, sits on the loch’s edge, and with the fantastic weather, creates the most beautiful scenery I have ever witnessed. To top it off, above the entrance to the castle, was a man playing the bagpipes. Perfect! The serenity was only once destroyed – by a low flying RAF helicopter heading to a base further north.

Urqhart Castle, Loch Ness, Scotland

Urqhart Castle, Loch Ness, Scotland

We stayed at the castle for about half an hour before going down to the wharf to catch a Jacobite Cruise back to Inverness along Loch Ness. This trip took us an hour and a half. With the morning fog lifted, and not a cloud to be seen, the cruise along the loch, with the surrounding mountains, was so relaxing I didn’t want to get off.

When we got back to Inverness, we had time to grab some lunch before jumping on the Haggis bus at 2.30 pm, heading for the Isle of Skye. We drove along the same road as the mini-bus this morning, dropped some people off at Loch Ness Backpackers, and continued on our way.

We stopped at Loch Cluanie for a photo break, as this is yet another brilliant landscape, as well as Eilan Donan. Eilan Donan is a castle owned by a Scottish clan that is still in working order. The castle had been destroyed in a battle, but rebuilt when a man dreamt a vision of the castle and was paid by the respective clan to do so. It was also used in the movie Highlander.

Loch Cluanie, Scotland

Eilan Donan Castle, Loch Cluanie, Scotland

We got to Kyleakin on the Isle of Skye at six pm and checked into Dun Caan Backpackers, where I shared a room with Kathy from America, Ania, Catherine and Yvonne from New Zealand.

I had a packet pasta for dinner on the second attempt, after I left a lasagna in the oven and set off the smoke alarms. Even though I was embarrassed, I stayed in for the night, watching TV before heading off to bed at 11 pm.

Pitlochry, Scotland to Inverness, Scotland

I got up at nine am to see what looked like a typical Scottish day – fog and mist and not a hint of the sun.

I walked down to Pitlochry Dam to sit down and write in my diary, when I ran into Adam, Andy & Catherine. I joined them for a walk around the lake, which headed north for about two kilometers, before crossing a footbridge and turning back.

We arrived at the hostel with about half an hour to spare before the bus came to pick us up, giving us enough time to have some breakfast. By this time the fog had lifted and once again it had turned into a glorious day.

The bus took us to Inverness, with a stop in Aviemore to pick up a couple more people.

In Inverness we decided to stay at Bazpackers, which was fairly close to the center of town. We checked in and headed to the tourist info to see what we could get up to. We ended up booking a bus and ferry trip for tomorrow morning for the four of us to go to Loch Ness.

We then went for lunch before I headed off on my own. I walked through the shopping district and then down to the river, where I sat in the sun for a while reading the paper. After this I went for a wander along the river, heading west, until I came to a footbridge, which I crossed and walked back on the northern side of the river.

The walk took me back to the hostel an hour and a half later – just in time to head next door to the Harlequin Bar for happy hour. Everyone from today’s bus was there – Adam, Andy, Catherine, Jenn & Matt from Brisbane, Patrick from Perth, Joan from Canada and Bernice & Daniela from Perth. We had a good night and left just on closing time. I shared a room with Adam, Andy and Catherine in a small but relatively cheap room.

Edinburgh, Scotland to Pitlochry, Scotland

I woke up as we were pulling into the bus station at Edinburgh. At 6.45 am this is a quiet city, and nothing was open. Which is typical because I was both starving and busting to go to the toilet.

It took me 15 minutes to walk to Haggis Backpackers from the station, but had to wait another hour before it was open.

The bus left at nine am, with only ten or so people, with the sun blazing. We made a stop within a couple of hours at Perth to pick up two more people before moving on to Pitlochry. All but one of us got off here, and stayed at the youth hostel. Once we’d gotten everything in our room, we, Adam from Woy Woy, Andy from Brisbane, Ania from Adelaide and Catherine from South Africa, headed down to the tourist info and picked up walking maps.

We had some lunch in a park nearby before heading off on our trail. The trail took us out of Pitlochry to the south before getting on the walking track. It wasn’t long before we came across The Black Spout – a beautiful 60-meter waterfall, where we stopped to get some photos.

Black Spout, Pitlochry, Scotland

Not long after this we came across the Edradour Whiskey Distillery, up above the town. This is the smallest distillery in Scotland and one of a few which still use manual labor instead of “factory line production”. We did a small tour of the distillery and sampled some of the product (not for me) before continuing on.

We walked for four hours all up, just taking in the views of Pitlochry and the neighboring town of Moulin. When we finished, we stopped at a market to buy some dinner and then went back to the hostel. I was stuffed after a long night on the bus and a half day walk, so I decided to stay in – as did everyone else. We ended up in the common room for a night of Trivial Pursuit until around midnight.

London, England to Edinburgh, Scotland

Talk about lazy days. I was up until 2.30 am with Reggae and Ange Petic (who has just got back from Portugal) just chatting and watching bad television.

This morning I crawled out of bed at 10.30am to the sounds of people cleaning, so I got up and did my share.

Midday, Reggae and I went to a local café for a big fry up. The food was great and it’s good to do something with just one person in the house (instead of organizing a million) even if it’s only for an hour or so. I helped her with some shopping afterwards and we headed back to the Castle for an afternoon on their roof in the sun. When we got back her friend, Ange from the Mansions, had turned up so the three of us were joined by Kelly, Lisa and Cousin Suze. We stayed up there until about six pm, when it started getting a bit too cool.

I went and made sure everything was right for my trip this evening.

I left the flat at eight pm and had 45 minutes to wait until the bus left for Edinburgh.

It took over an hour to just get on the freeway and it wasn’t long after that, that I was asleep thanks to the Normasson. I had a restless night but slept through our two scheduled service stops – which was a blessing. Luckily, I had a seat to myself.

London, England

We decide to head up to Camden Markets today. The tube ride is a long one and when we get out of the station, I’m amazed by how many people are around.

We decide to meet up at 2.30 pm, so we can go our own ways.

The markets are shops either side of Camden High Street and then two lots of stalls – one behind the pub (which is massive) and a smaller bunch next to the canal. It took me an hour and a half just to walk up one side of the street, having stopped in heaps of record, book and clothing stalls. By the time we had all met up, it was decided that we all needed time looking around. It was here that I bumped into Helen and Sarah, who we met through Eurobus in La Rochelle. They did both the southern and northern circuits before coming back to London, where they are now working.

After a good chat with them I kept walking though the markets as it was decided we’d meet up again at Dingwall’s (the pub where Benno works) at four pm.

A chicken curry lunch kept me going while I wished I had more money for the million things I wanted. There were some great t-shirts, and CD and video bootlegs that I would’ve killed for. In the end I settled for a Melvins shirt and Nick Cave’s biography.

Before I knew it, it was four pm, so I went and met everyone at the pub, including Jane and Benno, who I haven’t seen in nearly a year. Benno has to work tonight, but he has organized for us to come back to his pub tonight to see a comedy show for free.

After a couple of drinks, a few people decided to head home. Cam and I go back with Jane to suss out her and Benno’s new place.

We were there for about an hour and met up with Creany before going back to Dingwalls at seven pm. Our names were on the door, so we saved £10, walked in and saw Benno hard at work.

The show was great. There were five acts and a compare, and all were hilarious. The show ended at around 10.30pm and while the others prepared for a night of clubbing, I headed back to the Castle with my free Guinness and glass that were given as we walked out the door.

London, England

Today is another extremely lazy day.

At 11 am, Suzy, Lucas, Cam and I caught a bus down to Brixton, where we went to the library to use the internet. We were there for an hour before walking down to the markets and taking a stroll through. I think I’m coming down with a cold (perfect!), so after buying some fruit we just catch the bus home.

Today is mum’s birthday, so I called her late last night and caught her before she headed off to work. She seems well, and tells me that Kelly has only one week left of school – God I feel old!

When we get back to the Castle, Jen and Karla are there, returning from Greece. Everyone stays at the house talking travel until it’s time for everyone to leave for their flights to Munich.

This leaves only four of us and I decide to get a pizza for dinner and once again spend the evening in with everyone in front of the box, chilling.

London, England

Once again, nothing was planned for today. It’s as though this week is our holiday within our travels.

I did, however, get my act together enough to book a trip around Scotland with Haggis Backpackers. It’s a hop-on-hop-off service as well – so it will be my own mini-Eurobus.

When I get to town, I also purchase my return ticket to Edinburgh on the bus, which will leave on Sunday night from Victoria.

I head to Leicester Square, where I spend my time looking through record stores and book shops on Charing Cross Road.

I want to head to Trafalgar Square to go to the National Museum, but I’m not sure how to get there. Besides, I said I would meet Reggae for lunch, so I got back on the tube to make my way to London Bridge.

We met up at noon, and Cousin Suze, Lisa, Cam, Bert and Reggae were there, as well as a few of Reggae’s work mates (including Duncan from Sidcup). After a couple of drinks, the locals headed back to work while us tourists decided to head on home.

We stopped for some take away in Streatham Hill for a late lunch before settling in for an afternoon of television watching.

Tonight, Lisa and Cousin Suze took charge of dinner, cooking everyone spaghetti bolognaise. Tonight no one could be bothered doing anything so we all stayed at home. Luke, Kern and Beck arrived back today from their adventures in Egypt, so it was good to catch up with them, as they head off to Octoberfest in Munich tomorrow.

London, England

After a fairly good sleep in this morning (we are sharing a room with Cousin Suze and Lisa) we don’t get up to too much as most of Roberta’s time is spent making sure everything is alright with her backpack.

We do, however, go out for lunch at The Genevieve again, after Monday’s great meal. Today, unfortunately is another story, as the food is terrible and not properly cooked.

After lunch we keep heading west on the main road of Streatham Hill just looking at the shops. Roberta picks up a couple of things for her flight before we head home.

At three pm we start our long journey out to Heathrow. We catch a BritRail to Victoria, where we change for the 20-odd stop Tube ride to Heathrow. Check-in is no problem, and we only had time for a coffee and coke before Roberta disappeared into customs before boarding her flight.

No point in me hanging around any longer, so I got back on the train to make my way back to Streatham Hill. I arrived home at around the same time as Roberta’s flight actually took off.

Tonight is Cousin Suze’s 28th birthday, so we have a mini celebration for her i.e., balloons, streamers and cake. Meanwhile, Bert Petic cooked up a storm for us.

After dinner Cam, Bert and I headed down to Big Hand Moe’s to have a couple of beers to end the night off.

London, England

We decide that today we’ll make the most of our free tickets.

We catch three trains to get to Baker Street Station, where we walk straight into Madame Tussaud’s Wax Museum (no queues again).

The first room is full of all sorts of celebrities including Dame Edna, Eric Cantona, Terry Venables and Brad Pitt. These are great, and some are actually eerily too good.

The museum then has theme rooms. Its first one is actors i.e., W. C. Fields, Sly Stallone, then a music room (Michael Jackson, Cher, etc.) before explaining the House of Horrors. This shows some infamous criminals and explains about how executions had been carried out. Pretty gruesome! It also shows how Madame Tussaud got her start. During the French Revolution she had to make death masks for royalty that was executed. When the war finished, she immigrated to England and started doing face masks and started her museum.

The next room is that of past and present royalty, as well as political and religious leaders. These include the Dalai Lama, Nelson Mandela, the current Royal Family and our own John Howard.

The last part of the exhibition is a ride which takes you through the history of London. When we finished, we headed out and got some lunch before going to the Planetarium.

The Planetarium was basically a half hour movie, shown on the domed roof, that talked about the starts, solar systems, the sun, planets and their moons. Although it was really interesting, I’m glad we didn’t pay to get in.

We jumped on the tube when we left and headed out to St John’s Wood. This is only a couple of blocks from Abbey Road Studios made famous by The Beatles. After Roberta signed her name on the wall, I got a photo of her crossing the road – just like the album cover. That was enough for us for the day, so we headed back to The Castle.

We had a take away dinner before Roberta, Kelly, Beck and I went to a local pub (Big Hand Moe’s) for a goodbye drink, as Roberta is leaving tomorrow. We stayed until closing.

London, England

We decided to go to town today for another look around. We had a sleep in this morning. It’s good to sleep in a bed in a real house.

We started at the Genevieve, down the road, for a pub lunch. That was great! (Chicken & Ham Pie with veggies).

The train to Victoria took 20 minutes, before jumping on the tube to Leicester Square. Tonight, we are going to a show, so we head to the Half Price Tickets booth to see what we can get into. Our best option is Grease for only £9.50 so we take it.

We now have no idea as to what to do next. We eventually decided to head to Trafalgar Square to the National Galleries, when we were stopped by someone doing a survey. She offered us £15 each and free tickets to Madame Tussaud’s for 45 minutes of work. As if we could say no! Madame Tussaud’s Rock Circus is being completely refurbished, and the survey wanted our opinions on the concept they had come up with. We gave a fair bit of input, which the marketing person liked, as she didn't really like the proposed concept.

Afterwards we went to spend our new found fortune at a little cafe just off Charing Cross Road for dinner.

From there we found where the theatre was, so we wouldn’t be late. There was a pub next door, so we stopped in for a pre-show drink. Grease started to 7.30 pm and was an absolute blast. As with other musicals we have seen, Grease was fantastic – and it was very true to the movie, except for a slightly different ending. 

The show finished at 10 pm and it took us until close to midnight to get back to Streatham Hill, where everyone had already gone to bed.

Paris, France to London, England

We were out of the hotel at 7.30 am to walk down to meet the bus at Three Ducks Hostel for our ride back to London. The bus leaves another miserable Paris day half an hour late (8.45am).

The bus ride to Calais made two service stops before meeting up with the 1.30 pm ferry. One of the service stops was a huge Cash & Carry, so we bought some cheap wine and chocolates to take back to our hosts at the New Mansions at Streatham Hill – now known as Barcombe Castles. The ferry crossing was a little rough, but not too bad. We spent our time on the boat just having lunch and reading the paper. We got through customs relatively quickly at Dover and headed onwards to London.

We arrived at the Porchester Hotel just after five pm., and after a quick phone call, we were on our way to Reggae’s. This was a mammoth three train effort which took us the best part of two hours, but we arrived to a much nicer place than what they had at the Mansions. There’s a spare room for us dossers. The place is about 20 minutes away from the tube via British Rail, but everyone seems happy with the place, even though they are out of the middle of London.

We went down the road and had some take-away for dinner before joining everyone for an evening of television – in English.

Paris, France

Our last day doesn’t start too well weather-wise. The clouds and rain are still hanging around.

We had nothing really planned for today, but decided that seeing as though we’d been to the Louvre and the Musee d’Orsay, we would go to the next museum in chronological order – Musee d’Art Contemporary. We caught the Metro over to the station and arrived to find the museum was under renovation and not re-opening until November.

We are, however, within sight of Notre Dame, so we head down there to see if the scaffolding has disappeared. On the way we found a cheap Italian place, so stopped for lunch.

Notre Dame is still covered in scaffolding so we opted to head for the Eiffel Tower – we can’t come to Paris and not climb the tower. On the way we stopped at numerous souvenir and book/magazine stalls along the Seine River, where we picked up a couple of presents for people. By the time we got half way to the tower, it started to rain, so we opted to catch the Metro back to our hotel and do some reading, writing and relaxing.

This we did until about eight pm when we decided to go back and try our luck at the Tower again. We picked up a dozen spring rolls along the way for dinner and walked the 15 minutes through Champs du Mars before making it to the Eiffel Tower. We were in line for about 20 minutes before catching the elevator up the eastern leg to the second level. We had to get out here to change elevators, and it was absolutely freezing. We got straight in the next elevator and made it to the top of the 310-meter tower where, to my relief, the area was enclosed in glass. The view here at night is spectacular, with the best being the view down the Seine to the Louvre and Notre Dame, as well as looking at the Trocadero with the Arc di Triomphe in the background. We didn’t stay up there for too long, as my love of heights got the better of me, but enough to have a perfect view of Paris.

Roberta & I, Eiffel Tower, Paris, France

Afterwards we walked back home for our last sleep on the continent.

Paris, France

We had a bit of a sleep-in this morning – still tired from yesterday’s big adventure.

Today we are going to another of Paris’ famous museums – Musee d’Orsay. The museum has three floors of painting, sculptures and art decor from 1848 – 1919 as purchased by the French government. It is housed in a 1900 converted train station, refurbished in 1986 to be a museum. There are many works here by Van Gogh, Renoir & Monet amongst others, but the most famous piece would have to be Whistler’s Mother by James Whistler. It took us five hours to get through the entire collection. We picked a good day to do it, as well as the gloomy skies only bought more rain to the city.

When we finished, we decided to go home via the Metro, the walk here took us half hour and the longer the day goes on, the lazier we get.

We spent the early evening watching the rain fall, reading newspapers and writing in our diaries.

At eight pm we decided we would go out for dinner. We were going to go to a small restaurant around the corner, but it was closed, while another place was deemed too expensive. With the persistent rain and lack of shelter, we ended up buying take-away Chinese and going back to the hotel to eat it.

We’ve kind of blown the usual budget the last few days, but Paris is so expensive, it can’t be helped. And it’s well worth it. We had another night in hoping that tomorrow, for our last day on the continent, the weather will improve.

Paris, France

Today is the second most anticipated day of the trip, only beaten when I found out we could see The Cure in Portugal.

We left early this morning and caught two metro trains to Nation, then another train to Marne-la-Vallee Chessy to go to DISNEYLAND PARIS!  For all the great churches, palaces, museums and beaches we'd seen, we thought it was time for a change.

We arrived at 10.30am on a day when it looked like it may rain at any moment, to walk right in (no queues again). With map in hand and a photograph of the entrance taken, Australia’s two biggest kids were on their way.

Me, Disneyland, Paris, France

We started off in Fantasyland, its theme being Disney’s stories. Its entrance is Le Chateau (covered by the very distinct European scaffolding – as found everywhere). It contains stained-glass windows, one of a million souvenir stalls, and the story of Sleeping Beauty. On to our first ride. Snow White & The Seven Dwarves, and then Pinocchio, were sit down rides which took you through the stories of both. Roberta went on the carousel, before we both got on the Mad Hatter’s Tea Cups. Next up was It’s A Small World – a boat ride through thousands of dolls representing each country – even your typical Aussie with an akubra hat, a koala, and a kangaroo were there. The other canal ride took us through Storybook Land with scenes from about 15 Disney stories (this was the lamest of the rides). Alice’s Curious Labyrinth was next. This hedged maze took a bit of getting through even with so many people going around. We skipped the Casey Jr train ride and Dumbo The Flying Elephant, but went on Peter Pan’s Flight – a flight in the same vein as the first 2 rides – before going into Adventureland.

We started off on the Pirates of The Caribbean – a long cruise through many swashbuckling adventures. This ride is indoors and from it you can see the Blue Lagoon Restaurant. It looked great and we were going to go there for lunch, until we saw the prices. I don’t think even Bill Gates could afford to eat there. We then walked through Adventure Island and The Swiss Family Robinson’s tree top home until we got to Le Temple du Peril – a roller coaster that we waited 45 minutes for (and were only on it for two) just to keep the heart pumping. We had lunch at Colonel Hathi’s Pizza Outpost and I rang home to tell them where we were. The last stop in Adventureland was La Passage Enchante d’Alladin, which was scenes from the movie Aladdin (Dud! I thought it was going to be a ride).

Next was Discoveryland – the high-tech section of the park. We walked through Arcade de Jeux Video – a pinball parlor like any at The Entrance – until we got to Space Mountain. This was easily the ride of the day. This is an indoor roller coaster completely in the dark where the only things you can see are the props i.e., moon, planets, stars, etc. Unfortunately, you couldn’t see the complete loop, the two corkscrews or any of the other twists and turns. This ride gave me enough adrenalin to last a lifetime. After this, we went on the Startours ride, which is a simulation ride from a scene in Star Wars. Another good ride – but would’ve been better (for me) had all the characters been talking in English. As we got out of this ride it finally started to pour. We headed over to Le Visionarium to watch a short film about time travel. The film was in this huge room with a 3600-view, giving you the feeling that you were experiencing everything that was happening. When we got out, the rain had stopped and the sun was blazing away for the first time since we’d been in Paris.

Me, Star Tours, Disneyland, Paris, France

With only an hour before closing time, we headed over to suss out Frontierland. There were only two attractions that we went on here. First was Big Thunder Mountain – the meekest of the park’s three roller coasters, but still enough to keep you alert. Secondly was Phantom Manor – a haunted house that told the story of a ghostly bride, with scary skeletons and holograms throughout. The scariest part was the guy at the front door who jumped out and frightened Roberta to death. We gave the river cruise, kid’s playground and animal farm a miss.

Big Thunder Mountain, Disneyland, Paris, France

We headed back to Main Street, USA and had a look through the Disneyland Boutiques (lucky I have some control, as I could have spent a fortune here) before leaving. We had our photo taken out the front of the park before heading back to the train station home. I wanted to go to Disney Village, across the way, where the shops and restaurants were, but another downpour put a stop to that idea.

Roberta & I, Disneyland, Paris, France

The train trip took us an hour and a half, but it was definitely worth it, as we both had a great day.

When we got back to the hotel, we thought we’d go to the Aloha hostel, where Roberta had left some shoes when we stayed back at the beginning of Eurobus. The half an hour walk bought no luck as the shoes weren’t there, but we were told to try with other staff tomorrow.

On the way home we stopped at a Chinese / Vietnamese restaurant for dinner. The food was delicious, and cheap, and a great way to end a great day, as afterwards we went back to the hotel for a well-earned sleep.

Paris, France

We arrived in Paris, to gloomy weather, at 8.30 this morning and head straight off to Hotel Printemps, which is near the drop off point, but half the price. We get a room that won’t be ready until midday, so we dump our bags and head off for a while.

We had breakfast at McDonalds on the corner before walking to the Eiffel Tower.

Weather-wise, Paris is no different than when we left – cloudy, windy and a bit cold. But the atmosphere is heaps different. Gone are the people who were here last time for the World Cup, as too are the makeshift tourist information stalls and countless souvenir stalls. Now the city seems somewhat empty.

We are tired, but decide not to waste the day and head to the Louvre Museum. Once we line up, it takes half an hour to get into the museum and instantly we head to Leonardo di Vinci’s Mona Lisa. This relatively ordinary painting is said to have been carried everywhere by the artist and is famous for the fact that nobody seems to know who the subject of the portrait is, with some saying it is a self-portrait. We also saw the Venus de Milo – the famous armless sculpture of Aphrodite. The Louvre houses thousands of paintings, sculptures, and artefacts (of which we probably didn’t see half). But by three pm we were stuffed and decided to head home for the day.

Venus de Milo, Louvre Museum, Paris, France

We got back to the hotel and were asleep before our heads hit the pillow. We awake again at seven pm and decided on a take away dinner. Paris is probably the most expensive place we’ve come across when it comes to food and for a cheap meal tonight, we had to resort to Pizza Hut. We probably haven’t eaten too well on this trip – but who cares, we’re on holidays.

We are still tired and decided to stay in tonight and hopefully recover from last night’s horrendous bus trip.

Avignon, France to Paris, France

Today couldn’t be more different from yesterday if it tried. The sun is shining and there wasn’t a cloud to be seen when we got out of the tent this morning.

It was back into town again to see it in leisure today. We started off at a café beside the church where a coffee and a coke cost us AU$12 (won’t be racing back there).

Me, Cathedral Notre, Avignon, France

We then headed up to the gardens, which gave us a great view of the Rhone River and the surrounding area of Avignon. We also had a view of Pont d’Avignon – a bombed bridge spanning only half the river, and a quarter of its original size, made famous in a French nursery rhyme, (apparently).

Pont d'Avignon & Rhone River, Avignon, France

After this we just wandered around town aimlessly, going from street to street checking out Avignon until we came to the internet place again. Today it was working better so we spent an hour sending messages and catching up on news.

Lunch was a couple of sandwiches at the park behind the tourist office. 

From here we decided to head back to the campsite to start packing and to prepare for the night’s trip to Paris. All our wet stuff had dried and we spent most of the afternoon cleaning the tent and playing cards. We also had one last cook tent meal – fettucine with tomato, onion and capsicum – before burning off the last of the gas and throwing away our camping utensils that we won’t need from now on.

We spent the evening talking and playing cards with others from Eurobus before the bus arrived at 10.30 pm (an hour and a half late).

The trip to Paris is ten hours and I was so uncomfortable on the bus that I only got three hours of intermittent sleep – even with the help of a sleeping tablet.

Avignon, France

We woke up this morning to the sound of a couple of drops of rain on the tent. I bought my towel in and noticed that the weather had taken a turn for the worse overnight. Within 20 minutes we were in the tent in the middle of this huge thunderstorm. Thinking it would pass any moment, we had some breakfast and thought we’d wait until all had stopped. Unfortunately, it only got harder, so I had to get out and attach all the ropes to the tent, as we’d only used the basics last night when setting up.

When I’d finished doing this I went to the showers, through knee deep water on one of the campground’s roads, to try and warm up. Of course, by the time I got back to the tent, the rain had stopped, but it still looked to be a miserable day anyway.

We walked over to town to take a look around. The only real sight was the church, which we only saw from the outside, otherwise we just wandered around (in the rain) having a look until two pm, when we walked up to the local cinema and saw Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas, which was bizarre, but good, and a great way to dry out for two hours.

Back out into the rain and we walked down to the internet café on the other side of town. There was a problem and the computers were slow, so we didn’t stick around for long, but we met up with two Eurobussers, Nick from South Africa and Steve from Ireland, and we chatted for ages before heading to Maccas for dinner.

We got back to the camp site expecting the worst, but the Taj had handled the rain well, except for a small hole in the floor under my bedroll. We mopped that water up and made repairs with the huge sticky tape bought in Granada.

We were going to go back to town for drinks, but after a few games of cards and the rain persisting, we opted to stay dry in the tent.