From Italy to the Canary Islands...

 28 September 2017 - 15 October 2017

We have arrived in Rome! Because we were coming to the end of our allowable time in the Schengan region we were only able to have two days in Rome before we would have to get out of Italy and into a friendlier country. We packed as much sightseeing in as we could but we will definitely have to go back. 

First stop was the Colosseum. Mark had initially thought that we had seen plenty of Roman arenas during our trip and so there was no need to go into the Colosseum. Then we walked around the corner and got our first look at it. He said something profound like "wow it's colossal" and we decided that it was completely worth going in for a look. 

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We meandered our way through the Roman Forum before stopping off at one of Dad's favourite old Contiki haunts for lunch with Mum and Dad before they flew back to New Zealand. (It was one of the classy day off work places not one of the dodgy "raise my flag" places).

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We then spent the afternoon wandering around Rome, stopping off for ice cream and generally being blown away as around each corner there was yet another 2000 year old Roman building. The Pantheon kept us occupied for most of the afternoon before we made the compulsory stop at the Trevi fountain to throw our coin in, ensuring that we will return one day. 

 

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The next day we headed to Vatican city, where we stood in a massive line to get into St Peter's. The wait was worth it though. The size of the church is immense. We climbed up the interior of the dome and then headed up to the top of the dome for amazing views over all of Rome. We were left with yet another reason to return to Rome, after spending so much time in St Peter's we didn't actually make it to the Sistine Chapel or any of the other Vatican museums. We enjoyed wandering the streets around this area too, where we found many of the stores where priests can purchase ornate robes, and all of the other accoutrements of priesthood. 

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Bright and early the next morning we caught the train to head to Nice, France. After very carefully calculating the number of days that we were able to stay in Italy the border guards on the train into France were not even interested in Mark and I. Our beautiful spreadsheet of days in various countries that we were all ready to argue to border guards with was wasted....

Our few days in Nice were a combination of full on relaxation and hard out cramming of sailing theory. When we were planning this trip back in New Zealand sailing around the Mediterranean had been part of the master plan. By this stage of the trip we hadn't actually managed to do any sailing. So we booked a sailing course with a company in the Canary Islands which was scheduled to start a week later.

But before starting the sailing we headed to Barcelona. It was a massive all day bus ride to get there. At least this time the border guards actually looked at our passports when they got onto the bus. The African guy behind us didn't do so well. He just had a piece of paper with a photocopy of a passport. When the border guards were asking him where he was going and he just kept repeating "Spain". He was removed from the bus.

We arrived to Barcelona at about midnight. Almost immediately on starting our walk through the city lanes to our hotel, we were taken away by what a cool city it was. There were so many people wandering around, just having been out with friends or for dinner. There were no drunken idiots - other than tourists once we got a bit more central. 

It was interesting to be in Barcelona at this time as the referendum about Catalan's independence from Spain had occurred on 1 October. We arrived on 4 October. There were lots of reporters hanging around Sant Jaume Square eagerly awaiting something exciting to happen. And on 8 October as we were making our way to the airport there was a big pro unity march in the middle of town which we watched for a while and then had to do a bit of a sprint from the metro to the airport bus. 

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In between the various rallies we managed to fit in a trip to the Cosmo Caixa Science Museum - which was awesome. There was a whole area which was a giant rainforest, complete with wildlife and sprinklers to create the rain. We also ate. A lot. There was so much delicious food to discover.

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We flew to Lanzarote in the Canary Islands to join the sailing course. The course was for five days and at the end of it, all going well, we would have our "Day Skipper" qualifications. We were learning on a 37 foot yacht, Kerry. Each night we stayed on the yacht at the marina, where we could enjoy the fancy marina facilities with heaps of delicious places to eat at.

The course was pretty challenging for me. There was a whole lot of assumed knowledge that I didn't have, but the instructor was relaxed and we worked our way through it all. It also meant that although there is some basic stuff I don't know I have also been taught more specialised stuff like how to retrieve a man overboard if everything goes pear shaped (FYI - if you're ever on a yacht with me and you go overboard you may be swimming back to shore). I'm not going to be skippering a yacht any time soon but I am now a fairly useful crew member when Mark yells instructions at me next time we are our a yacht together.

From our selection of photos it would seem that Mark spent most of his time taking photos of me - but he did actually learn some stuff too!

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After we had both successfully graduated from the course we spent a couple more days hanging out on Lanzrote. For those Aucklanders amongst you it was like staying near the top of Rangitoto Island, if Rangitoto had a town on it. The island is just one giant expanse of black lava rock covered in small buildings painted white. It looked really cool when you flew in over it. From here we were heading back to mainland Spain for the last part of our trip, before making our way home.

Amalfi Coast

26 August - 1 September 2017

Once the girls were safely on their way back to New Zealand the rest of us flew to Naples where we had a day to explore before joining our next hiking tour, which was hiking in the Amalfi Coast.

We joined a free walking tour around Naples, although Mark and Mary spent a considerable period of time trying to decide whether the various pedestrian areas were likely or unlikely to be potential targets of terrorism. We ducked away from the walking tour to join an underground (as in under-the-ground not the other type of underground) tour. We were shown around the remnants of the Roman city below Naples. Unfortunately the guide was fairly incomprehensible. The pizza we had for lunch was pretty awesome though.    

Apparently this wouldn't have been a good target - Also one of my favourite photos from this part of the trip.

From Naples we joined up with the rest of our group for the Amalfi Coast hiking trip and were taken to the small village of Bomerano which was our base for the next week. We stayed at the "Hotel Due Torri" for the next six nights and each day we walked or were transported from the hotel to another snippet of Amalfi to do a hike. It was a real highlights of the Amalfi Coast type trip. 

Prior to our arrival there had been a number of large forest fires and there were still quite a few burning in the week we stayed there. Our guide spent a reasonable portion of the week watching the wind and occasional smoke and trying to decide if they needed to change the hiking program so we could avoid any fires. He was also a volunteer fireman and we had our first introduction into how Southern Italy operates when he explained the three possibilities for who was lighting the fires - crazy people, the helicopter pilots who were well paid to fly the monsoon buckets over the fires to extinguish them, or the fire fighters trying to prove that the recent cutbacks in fire fighting staff were unwise. 

After the first hour or so of hiking on the first day we had quickly surmised that the Gilmour (and Iggulden) pace was much faster than the rest of the group. So after signing a release form we broke away from the group to power our way up the hill above the small town we had been staying in. After lunch Mark, Ian and Leeyan decided that they would break away from the break away group and continue higher up the hill. They were able to climb high enough up the hill that they got a great view of smoke and then fire... Apparently they were close enough to hear the crackling noise that an enormous forest fire makes.

We had a rest here and dropped the sensible member of the party while Ian and I judged that the wind probably wasn't going to change and suffocate us and carried on up. -M

It sounded kind of like a fire place except enormous and far away, which I guess makes sense. We also saw the water bombing plane make a few runs just below us from this vantage point. -M

On day two disaster (for me anyway) struck as I very gracefully rolled my ankle and ended up in a crumpled heap on the ground. After soldiering on for a while I eventually decided to catch the bus back to the hotel to lie by the pool feeling sorry for myself.  Mark and everyone else carried on down to Amalfi itself where there was a lovely beach and then experienced the very windy road back up to our hotel.

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I was pretty glad I wasn't driving around here.

After the most long winded birthday celebrations known to man today was Scott's real birthday. He celebrated by wandering around the buried village of Pompeii and then climbing Mount Vesuvius where the rest of the group gave him a rousing version of "Happy Birthday" while clambering around steam vents next to the summit.

The happy family, less cripple.

The hiking company we were using runs these trips all year around and the same hotel is used week after week, so they were pretty well set up for keeping their guests happy. On the first night there was complimentary fizzy wine and we got a lesson in the kitchen, being shown how to make proper fresh pasta and a delicious shellfish sauce that we then ate for dinner. Another night we had a pizza making demonstration and I was taught how to make pizza, with a proper wood fire oven. I even got a certificate confirming my advanced pizza making knowledge!

The master at work.

The trip included a scheduled day off which we used to travel to Capri. Ian, Leeyan, Mark and I decided that we would head to Mount Salero as we had heard the views were pretty impressive. We ended up having a bit of a rushed trip -  we caught the overcrowded bus to Anacapri at the top of the road, then a small chairlift to the top of Mount Salero for a quick wander around the top before doing it all in reverse to get back down to Capri waterfront itself. Despite the rush the views from the top were beautiful.

 

Unfortunately the cloud came in before we got this photo!

Scott and Mary went with the more leisurely option of casually wandering into a Michelin starred restaurant for lunch. This lead to our debate of should you use trip adviser or your instincts to find the best places to eat continuing. The lunch went down as a win in the use your instincts column!

The rush to get back down to the Capri waterfront was because we were going on a boat trip to the Blue Grotto - a sea cave, a short boat ride from Capri itself. The sunlight goes through the big underwater part of the cave enterance and when it shines through the sea water it lights up the cave with beautiful blue coloured lighting. Mary was really looking forward to going to the blue grotto having heard about it in advance of the trip and confirmed with the tour company that we would be able to visit it on our free day.

It is a bit of a mission / costly exercise to get to the cave. First you pay for a boat with about 25 other people to take you to any area outside the cave. Then you wait around outside the cave with about 5 - 10 other boats of similar size who all jostle for position. Your boat gets to the front of the queue and you are offloaded in groups of four onto smaller dinghies. Before entering the cave your boatman takes you past another counter to pay the "boatman fee" to a couple of guys sitting at a floating desk.

Your boatman rows you over to the cave and lines it all up to go firing through the entrance. There are chains across the top of the entrance to the cave which the boatmen use to pull the boat through the entrance, launching you through and into the beautiful expanse of cave. After a few circuits of the cave, with some serenading in Italian you are then taken back out to your big boat.

    

In fairness, it is a pretty magic spot.

Or that's what is supposed to happen. 

Unfortunately, on the way into the cave the message to duck our heads didn't get to us all. The boat man pulled on the chain to get us into the cave and then the chain went flying into Mary, giving her a bit of a knock on the head and a hell of a fright. Mary spent most of the boat ride around the inside of the cave sobbing. Although there were lots of signs saying you weren't to swim in the cave, we saw plenty of other people coming out wet so Mark managed to fall overboard.

Hilltop view

No way... we're in Norway!

14 August 2017 - 25 August 2017

A significant birthday for Scott made the perfect excuse for the Gilmour family to all meet up in Norway for a hiking trip together. We flew into Bergen from our various corners of the world and arrived at a beautiful hotel near the historic Bryggen part of town. The first highlight (after catching up with the family) was the breakfast - walking into the huge breakfast room was overwhelming. Imagine every type of breakfast from any corner of the world and it was probably there. We wandered around stunned for the first ten minutes before diving in and eating far too much. 

Sufficiently fuelled up we headed into town to join the free walking tour and then had a great hike up to the top of Ulriken, one of the seven mountains surrounding Bergen. Other than our flight in this was our first real taste of Norwegian scenery. In each direction you were seeing a variation of mountain ranges and sea views, all mixed in with fjords. It was stunning.

 

But why have a photo of Norwegian scenery when you can have a photo of Mark instead

The real reason for our trip to Norway was hiking so after another massive breakfast we met up with the tour guides who would be taking us around Norway. What followed was nine days wandering through the beautiful Norwegian scenery. The tour company we used had organised a great itinerary with a good mixture of hikes. We would be transported to a fabulous hotel and each day go on a hike in the area near the hotel before heading back to enjoy the local hospitality. 

 

The kids on tour in Norway.

The first hotel we stayed at on the hiking trip, the Walaker Hotel, is the oldest hotel in Norway and has been managed by the same family for nine generations. Each evening at the hotel there was a four course dinner, with ingredients sourced from the local area - including reindeer! The very enthusiastic owner gave a talk about the history of the hotel and surrounding area. It completely blows your mind as a New Zealander when he just casually mentions the Viking swords that they found on the property when they were doing renovations. 

We hiked up to the hut at the Flatbre glacier. It was warm enough for sunbathing while we had lunch up at the hut.  The views were just amazing. We were able to see right out over the fjord for miles. And the glacier was the most incredible colour of blue. The boys decided to do an extra hike to a rocky outcrop with a viewpoint in the middle of the glacier. The hiking was perfectly complemented with the blueberries and raspberries on the side of the track that we all gorged ourselves on.

Ian at a lake en-route.

And Mark at the glacier

After three nights at the Walaker hotel we had a bit of a walk on the Old Kings road and stopped off at a stave church at Borgund which was built around 1180.  Our next stop was a viewing platform. Its hard to describe how amazing this was. The platform is 650 metres above the fjord and hangs 30 metres above the mountain. It was all glass and the views were huge. Our destination was the town of Flam, which translates as "the little place between steep mountains". What an appropriate name!

We had dinner down at the water front and spent a considerable period of time mocking the couple who were trying to capture the perfect photo of them and the fjord on the end of a little pier.  

In fairness, it was a nice spot for doing just that... 

The first hike from Flam was one of the favourites. We were wandering through more beautiful scenery, and historic old farms. As we reached the old farms there were cute little houses which were dug into the mountain and had grass on their roofs, so they were hidden away into the hills. So hidden that Mark just casually walked up a hill that turned out to be the roof of a building. 

Rüfgrassen in Flam

The scenery just got better and better as we walked. It was constantly changing and there were waterfalls everywhere. Overcome with the beauty of it all Mark jumped into the river for a (very brief) swim. He carefully waited until the track was clear to strip off and jump in, only to have a group of elderly women wander around the track and get the best view of their day. 

The rest of you will have to be content with this picture of a waterfall instead.

Norway: full of beautiful waterfalls and gorgeous women.

And underground roundabouts!

From the beautiful scenery of one day the following day we were subjected to some real Norwegian weather. Foggy and cold and unable to see much. We were all grateful that the hike for that day was scheduled to be quite a short one. In the afternoon we had a bit of a field trip to go and visit the town located at the narrowest fjord. 

And then we stumbled across an outdoor wear photo shoot.

The final hotel we headed to was in the most beautiful location yet. The views were unbelievable and seemed to carry on forever. We were right on the waterfront of the fjord. There was a great pool which went from the indoors then with a lazy river turned into an outdoor pool. Some of us were brave enough to jump into the fjord for a swim. And Bridget was brave enough to push Mary into the fjord for a swim.

Over the past couple of days there had been various discussions about the hiking programme being amended so we could do the hike to Trolltunga. The main guide wasn't keen to go but the other guide was. The discussions culminated with a fairly robust discussion about the options and the logistics involved to make it all work. In the end the group split in half with Ian, Leeyan, Annie and Mark deciding to get up and out the door at 5.30am to avoid the crowds at Trolltunga.

[M- Not content with being up nice and early, Ian and I decided to run the 11km from the carpark to the tongue. It was actually a beautiful, if hilly, route to get out there, although *way* more crowded than anything else we had done in Norway. Despite the psychological boost of constantly overtaking people, it was a struggle piece of cake to keep up with Ian and all of his ultramarathon training, so it was a relief no big deal when the actual tongue of rock finally appeared. For anyone else considering, It took us about 2:15 to get there, arriving at 0900 there were already half a dozen people in the queue (all campers), and it really started getting crowded about 1030. Early is definitely the way to go, if not camping overnight nearer the site.

It was pretty entertaining catching my breath at the vantage point where all the iconic photos are taken from. Some people had some reasonably creative poses, including the three naked guys just before the girls arrived. At one stage a couple brought their dog out with them. It ran up to the edge to a generalised chorus of of dismay from the peanut gallery, looked down the hundreds of metre drop, and promptly scarpered back to safety with its tail between its legs. -M]

Mark & Annie at Trolltunga

Ian standing on a little rock outcropping above a waterfall Mark spotted from afar. Another one of those places that photos just don't do justice to.

The rest of us, Bridget, Scott, Mary and I went for a walk that was closer to the hotel and didn't require a 5.30am start. As is becoming a bit of a theme the views were awesome again. The fjord, the mountains and waterfalls! 

And our own little Trolltunga!

For our final hike the guides outdid themselves. The track was fairly vertical and had lots of ropes and wooden ladders to get us up to the Kjeasen farm at the top of the hill. Mary was being subjected to a whole lot of advice from everyone - then she ditched her walking poles and ended up hooning up the hill. In between watching our step there were the usual dramatic views!

Zoom!

We made our way back to Bergen for the final dinner together. The following day Annie and Bridget had to return to New Zealand to go back to work. The rest of us kids were flying with Scott and Mary to Naples, Italy where we were going to have another week together hiking in the Amalfi Coast.

Going Dutch...

9 August 2017 - 13 August 2017

Once we got to Amsterdam we continued our theme of oh man we really have spent so much time together anybody else please hang out with us... Hayley had been in town for a work conference and we gate crashed her and Ryan's trip after she had finished at her conference. A couple of days later Sarah and Andrew joined us all for the weekend. 

As we no longer had the van we were able to stay right in the middle of the city. It was great being able to wander around the central city in the evenings. But the best way to get around Amsterdam is on bikes! Mark had been looking forward to the opportunity of exploring the city by bike so he would be able to start insufferably blathering on about how great the Amsterdam cycle infrastructure is compared to Auckland's paucity of bike paths every time the topic came up back home.

For the first day or so we were in full on tourist mode and went for a canal cruise around the city one evening. We got to see the city sights from the water and learnt a bit of the history of the area. This was great as we had done zero research about what we might find in Amsterdam. 

Not just drugs and hookers, apparently.

We hired bicycles for a couple of days and with the help of a handy bicycle route map we headed out of the central city to explore the rural surrounds. We all got off to a great start and were happily zooming along the great paths that are all over the city.

Cycling along on top of a dyke. Only a windmill could make this more Dutch.

Unfortunately shortly after this happy photo my front tyre went flat. The guy we rented the bikes from was pretty disinterested, we could bring the bike back for a replacement, but we were right across town from the store. Not to worry - our handy cycle map has plenty of bike repair shops marked on it. With the help of the bike map and google we headed to the bike repair shop. The sign in Dutch was dutifully translated - closed as we are away for summer holidays. Not to worry - we are in Amsterdam where there are so many bikes that there is a handy app for flat tyres - just put in your location and someone arrives to repair the flat tyre for you. Error - you are too far from the central city for us to come and help you. Back to the bike map to try and find another repair shop. It was the fifth shop we tried before we found one that both existed and was open. 

We had to travel a reasonable distance to be able to get the bike to each of these putative bike shops. With limited tools and no bungee cords Mark ended up attaching my bike to the tray on the front of his bike with the two bike locks that we had. This provided a fairly unstable load that swung about as he pedalled. 

[M- also, it was a heavy great steel bike, so I was effectively adding a huge extra mass attached to my forks and centred well out in front of the steering axis, that also had a pretty big moment of inertia. Thanks to just having done my 4th year project on a similar topic, I had a reasonable theoretical, understanding of exactly why this made riding—let alone steering—incredibly difficult and unstable. This was a great comfort to me as I careened wildly back and forth across the road in front of angry Dutchmen,  and repeatedly crashed into bushes and the occasional lamp post. -M]

With my front inner tube replaced we continued merrily on our way for a while. Then - oh no not again - thankfully we had done a big loop around the area the bike repair shop was in so it didn't seem like too much of a mission to get the bike back to the store. I started the task of pushing the bike back towards the store. 

Then a bird shat on me. Fairly extensively.

By this point we figured there was some kind of higher being suggesting we really shouldn't do this bike ride.

Very gracefully pushing the bike through the mall towards the bike repair shop... again

A repair job on the new inner tube and we were away. We decided on a shorter scenic loop which was really great once we were finally able to get going.

All smiles after our day of bike adventures

Sarah and Andrew arrived late on Friday night so we all caught up on Saturday morning and jumped on the train to Utrecht, about a half hour train ride away. We braved the heights and climbed up the Dom tower of Utrecht - only 465 steps to the top. On a clear day you are meant to be able to see back to Amsterdam. 

Friends!

Once we had exhausted Utrecht's delights we headed back to Amsterdam for the evening to sample more of the city's delights. The following day after a traditional Dutch breakfast of massive pancakes we flew to Bergen to meet up with Mark's family for a Gilmour family hiking trip in Norway. 

A quick trip to the United States

29 July 2017 - 8 August 2017

Mark's Grandpa (Mary's dad) passed away in March and the Sinsky family were gathering in Milwaukee for his interment.  Mark and I decided to have a quick break from Europe and head across the Atlantic to be a part of it all. 

Mark's mum Mary has eight brothers - John, Jim, Jerry, Mark, Bill, Mike, Joe and Tom. This was my first time meeting any of them (and many of the 26 grandchildren) so why not do it in an intense weekend of festivities with them all?! 

We had a very competitive croquet competition before heading to the Racquet Club for dinner. Mary took us on a trip down memory lane as we visited the house her dad lived in and the house where she grew up. I also had the chance to meet Mark's grandma Gina. Sadly, Gina passed away less than two weeks later.

From Milwaukee we were lucky to head up to Star Lake in the North Woods of Wisconsin. This was a fantastic few days with Uncle John and Abbey, Uncle Bill and Kerry, five of their six kids plus other halves.

We spent the days in and on the water - paddle boarding, water skiing, cocktail cruises, conquering an insanely tricky where's wally puzzle on the rainy day and eating plenty of great food. We did some paddle boarding at dusk and got up close to a Bald Eagle's nest that we had seen during our cocktail cruise. He was close enough to hear the baby eagles cheeping.  and watch them catch and eat fish. The beautiful calm flat water was also perfect for hearing the loons call - a type of bird that has a call like a wolf's howl. Very atmospheric.

Mark looking across the lake towards the Eagle's nest

Evening paddle boarding

We also managed to fit in a visit to a supper club where we managed to try some local delicacies - deep fried cheese curds and a brandy old fashioned.

Dining at the supper club with a delicious elderflower martini

We had a truly local North Woods experience on the Saturday night with Uncle Bill. He took us to watch the Plum Lake Ski-ters Water Ski Show Team. This was a local water ski club that has been putting on a show on Saturday nights during the summer for the last 58 years. The club also competes at the national level, so the shows are like practices for them. The very loose theme of the show was feedback that they have received from judges about things they could improve on. We then had half an hour of the coolest water skiing you have seen - jumps, bare footing, a pyramid three levels high and a girl being lifted gracefully over a guys head (as he skiied) and then plummeting into the water when they had a small muck up. Given it was an amateur team there were fairly regular falls or failures which was half of the fun of it! There was lots of audience participation with yelling and cheering at random times, and an absolutely fantastic showman as MC. At half time there was a lightning storm and they had to call the show to an end for safety reasons. I've never been so disappointed to miss out on the second half of an amateur water ski show in my life. 

From the Ski-ters show we headed to Stillwaters the tavern, a twenty minute walk from the lake house. Saturday night was karaoke night. This was not your ordinary drunk too much yelling karaoke. This was holy shit these people can sing karaoke. A highlight was the bar maid singing awesomely while simultaneously continuing to pour drinks and serve customers!

Stillwaters tavern with Uncle Bill (and Johnny-no-cash, a karaoke regular, in the background)

After an awesome few days at the lake it was time to head back to Milwaukee itself. We had timed our visit perfectly to coincide with the Wisconsin State Fair. The State Fair seems to be famous for cream puffs (they were yum) and food on a stick. There was a double page full of food on a stick that you could purchase - including bacon wrapped olives on a stick, deep fried cookie dough on a stick, chocolate covered cheesecake on a stick, and mini sliders on a stick. Mark was gutted that he couldn't find deep fried butter on a stick. (If it was going to be anywhere in the world it would be here!) In between eating far too many Wisconsin delicacies we watched the pig racing, a seal show and checked out the prize winning vegetables. 

Maybe not the "best day ever" but it was pretty great.

The pig racing track - complete with hilarious commentator and his side kick "Ham Bone"

Markie feeling right at home

After our very enjoyable ten days in the US it was now time to return to our travels in Europe. Our next stop is Amsterdam where we are catching up with friends for a few days.