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Waffles, Beer & Chocolate

Belgium, Holland, Denmark, Norway – that’s the plan.

We pick up our wheels for the next 47 days in Calais, not known for its tourist highlights, but it is known for its discount wine stores.

wpid-wp-1442367426476.jpegDon has carefully calculated a wine quota for the trip; wine is expensive in Scandinavia (along with everything else) and we do love a good French champagne, white, rose and red. It’s not long before the car boot is full and we begin our journey north.

First stop is Bruges; this tiny city was once a major commercial hub for Europe.

Now it is a prominent world heritage site wearing a plethora of descriptive accolades, often referred to as something straight out of a fairy-tale or the ‘Venice of the north’.

Though if you have ever seen the movie “In Bruges” starring Colin Farrell, you wouldn’t describe that movie as a fairy-tale.

Bruges

Bruges, a well-preserved medieval town, which I acknowledge has become a much over used phrase of mine; cobbled streets lined with 12th Century architecture run along meandering canals dotted with swans…get the picture!

If you are happy to join the throngs of tourists who also head here, it’s worth a visit. The best time to wander around Bruges is after the tourist buses have left.

We stayed in the area for three nights with Magda and Patrick in their lovely Brugge-man B&B.  They are a well travelled couple who provided us with loads of tips and advice.

We made a day trip to Ypres and the In Flanders Field Museum.

The museum depicts the 4 year trench warfare in the region during WWI and is housed in the reconstructed Cloth Hall (market building), which was destroyed.

Surprisingly, we managed to spend a few hours here before heading to Lille for lunch and one last stop on the way home in Kortrijk.

If you are a war historian then this is the place for you – my brother Mark would love it; lots of museums, battle fields and monuments to visit. One a day is enough for us.

Leaving Bruges we head toward Rotterdam.

We drive through Ghent which we decided isn’t worth a stop, but we enjoy lunch in Antwerp sitting outside soaking up the sunshine in one of the many cafés in the medieval heart of the city.

Rotterdam is a refreshingly modern city, flattened in World War II it doesn’t retain any historical charm. Nonetheless, we really enjoyed it. We stayed at The Student Hotel. A large private room with a kitchenette, easy parking, washing machines and bicycles for hire.

Near Rotterdam

Opting for two-wheeled transport we ride out to Kinderdijk to see the windmills it is famous for. Forty kilometers later, Don is a little saddle sore – he hadn’t been on a bike since Cuba.

As we leave Rotterdam behind we make a detour to the nearby town of Delft, renowned for its delftware; the pretty blue and white stuff with windmills and milk maidens painted on it.

It looks a lot like chinese porcelain, that’s because the potters started copying them around the 17th century.

It’s a little dated for my taste and oh-boy is the stuff expensive!

Since being in Europe this year, I have been amazed by the sheer number of people cycling. Everyone is on a bike; young and old. The first time a woman, a few good years older, passed me with ease, I put it down to my pathetic fitness.

It took a while to realise these grey-headed cyclists had a little help.

E-bikes have taken off, in Europe alone sales increased by 55% on the previous year – over 700,000 electric bikes.

I’m keen to join the party and convince Don to make a detour to the Sparta test centre, just one of the many brands.

Our current plan when we return to Australia – less than 3 months away, is to be a one car family.

I think an e-bike is a fantastic alternative for urban commuting. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think for a minute it provides any serious level of exercise.

What it does offer is a means of transport that won’t work up such a sweat that you need a shower; it’s faster than walking and cheaper and more convenient than a car.

To cut a long story short, we research and test e-bikes at numerous locations through Belgium, Holland and Germany.

Narrowing down our prefered models and best prices, we seriously toyed with buying a bike in Europe and bringing it home with us. Whilst it could save us some money, the regulations on traveling with lithium batteries and the hassle factor deterred us.

However, I’ve already found a place in Melbourne who has what I want, watch this space for future e-bike tales!

wpid-wp-1442366849847.jpegNext stop is Amsterdam and the best way to see this canal city is on a bicycle.

Our cultural excursion is the Rijksmuseum, renowned for its collection of Dutch art and some wonderful masterpieces such as Rembrandt’s The Night Watch and Vermeer’s The Milkmaid.  It houses over 8,000 paintings and object d’art.  The audio guide is very helpful if, like me, you know nothing about art.

Trappist, Abbey, Dubble, Lambic – do you know what these words have in common?

Beer – they are all types of beer and Don has set himself a challenge to taste as many local beers as possible.

wpid-photogrid_1438611526060.jpgThey take their beer very seriously in this part of the world; every beer even comes in its own elaborate glass.

The tulip glass is the glass of choice for many. Its shape apparently traps the aroma, aids in maintaining the head of the beer and is aesthetically pleasing. Whilst lambic style beers tend to be served in a taller flute style and the weizen glass is used for wheat beer. Who knew so much thought went into drinking beer?

Don manages to sample quiet a few local beers and I end up designated driver – lucky for him I don’t like beer.

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London

Whilst I have been peddling around the european countryside, Don has spent two weeks in the Scottish highlands with 16 other lads.

In between drinking (lots of) beer and whisky, they played 14 rounds of golf across 11 different golf courses.

If you want to know any more about the golf, you’ll need to ask him directly.

It’s a boys trip; which means “what goes on tour stays on tour.”  And do I really want to know?

At the end of the golf, which included a day at St Andrews to watch the British Open, Don headed to London and was fortunate enough to secure some tickets to Lords for the 2nd Test (cricket, if you weren’t sure).

This was also an opportunity to catch-up with a tribe of friends from home: Neil & Margie, Paul & Michelle, Leeanne, Dale, Michael & Dianne.

We are staying in Blackheath with Steve, who we met on our cycling trip in Cuba.

Everyone throws out post holiday superlatives and offers of “come and stay anytime” to your travel companions, not thinking that anyone will ever take you up on the offer.

6 months later; we’re on Steve’s doorstep!  The problem with the Callanders – they will take you up on the offer!

Steve warmly welcomed us for the week and his generosity included hosting more of the group for a small reunion.

Andy and Sarah took a day off work and traveled down from Manchester. Kate (who does not live in Oxford) traipsed across London (from wherever she does live) to spend the night at Steve’s.

Unfortunately, Rachel missed her plane (from Melbourne) and couldn’t make it.

Cuban cigars and beret in hand, it was a night filled with lots of laughter, banter and music quiz’s (I don’t remember who won).  Plans were also hatched for a future cycle tour through Vietnam.

Our week was busy; not so much sightseeing, but lots of catching up with friends and even some family – new and old.

Drinks with Colin, who we met on our tour through Mexico. Don sees Linda and Alistair Callander. Leeanne shouts us lunch, after a number of years in the UK she has decided to return to Australia.  Which is good news for us, we have a future dog sitter lined up, for the in-future dog.

A visit to London would not have been complete without seeing Mark and Alison. They hold a special place in our travels, having now seen them three times throughout our tour.

Family friends, Sandra and David took us for a lovely stroll through the grounds of Knole Estate, the property which dates back to 1603, and includes a deer park and golf course.

Our main purpose for detouring through London was to collect a visa for China.  You can only apply for a visa three months before your travel date, which makes it a bit difficult when you are traveling.

I checked out everything online to make sure we’ve got what we need, know where to go and when. We have a tight timeframe given it takes three days to process, so we don’t have room for delay…

Tuesday morning we rock-up at the Chinese Visa office, paperwork in hand.
Visa Office: “What time is your appointment”
Me: “We want to make an appointment”
Visa Office: “the next appointment is in two weeks”
Me: “Where does it say that on your website?”
Visa office: “Oh, page three”
Me: “Perhaps you need to make that a bit clearer”!

We resort to finding a visa application service who, for a generous fee, can fast-track the wait and have our visas by the end of the week.

They did raise some concern about our itinerary including Kashgar. The province borders Afghanistan and Pakistan, is considered a ‘sensitive area’ and a hot-spot for extremism.

If our application is delayed we didn’t have a ‘Plan B’, so we are relived to collect our passports on Friday, stamped with our China visas.

Time to resume our travels.

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Prague to Budapest

Passau to Vienna was just a warm-up; the real cycling begins in Prague where I join an 11 day Exodus tour to Budapest.

I have a two-day breather; time to get myself to Prague and have a look around – somewhere I have always wanted to visit.

Prague lives up to its reputation as one of Europe’s most beautiful cities.

I spend my ‘rest days’ joining the throngs of tourists that flock here every year – over 8 million annually.

Majestically, Prague Castle sits on the hillside overlooking the town below. The 14th century Charles Bridge spans the meandering river Vltava, connecting the castle district with the old town.

Weathered cobblestone streets and alley ways entice you down to discover quaint bars and cafés, hidden courtyards and gardens. Crowds aside, it’s hard not to fall in love with the place.

Day 1 : Exodus Tour Cycling Prague to Budapest
Thursday evening I meet my fellow cyclists.

Most of the group hail from the UK; Keith and Nicola, Rachel and Andrew, Jill and Henry, Anne, Colin and Jacque, Faye and Michael.

The Antipodeans make up the rest; Yvonne – an Aussie/New Zealander and two fellow Victorians, Jan and Graham; we are 15 in total.

Our tour leader is Dana, originally from Czech, she now resides in Slovenia, when not cycling.

A thank you to the Exodus trip notes, which I have used with generous liberty in the narrative below. Without them I wouldn’t be able to recount which town I was in, when.

The days quickly blurred into long periods of cycling in repressive heat; enjoying a refreshing shower at the end; washing out your cycle gear (it was not unusual to see a collection of padded lycra hanging out hotel windows each evening); and devouring a carb loaded dinner before falling into bed, only to repeat it all again the next day.

České Budějovice

České Budějovice

Day 2 : Prague to České Budéjovice (bus), cycling from České Budějovice to Český Krumlov (CZ)
Total 32km, ascent 385m

Leaving Prague in the morning we transfer 150km to České Budéjovice where we collect our bikes.

Our first day is a warm-up, a relativley short 32km following the Vltava River to Český Krumlov.

I was feeling comfortable being back on a bike, very grateful I’d already worn my butt in and wouldn’t have to worry about being saddle sore.

About 10km in we came upon our first hill – this is what I wasn’t in condition for. And today was the easy day!

Over the next few days I would struggle up many more hills (some I’d call mountains). I managed to scale a few, but probably more I didn’t, opting to stretch my legs and walk up them!

I had no expectations of Czech; outside of Prague it hadn’t been on my travel list.

Come to think of it, I had no idea what I was in for. The only reason I was on this particular tour was because the dates matched Don’s Scotland golf trip.

So, I happily spent the next 8 days traversing through beautiful medieval villages and an ever-changing landscape of rolling hills, vineyards, farmland and forests.

Our destination for the night is Český Krumlov. The castle, one of the largest in Central Europe, overlooks the town from its strategic position on a horseshoe bend in the river.

The picturesque old town is a maze of narrow, crooked streets, the buildings a blend of Gothic, Renaissance and Baroque architecture.

Day 3: cycling from Český Krumlov to Třeboň (CZ)
50km, ascent 800m

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Trebon Markets

Leaving Český Krumlov behind we head out into the hilly (to say the least) countryside.

The route flattens out as we enter the Trebon Basin, a lowland area of forests, meadows and lakes.

Trebon, is (yet another) gorgeous mediaeval town of renaissance architecture.

We arrive in time to peruse the market in the town square before transferring to our hotel in Jindrichuv Hradec.

By day 3 the group has got to know each other and I’ve nearly got everyone’s name sorted out.

The riding pace each day was usually set by Fay and Michael.  They live in the UAE, so there cycling is generally restricted to a velodrome.

The youngest and fittest in the pack, they set a speedy pace which never slowed, even on the hills. The leaders, however, were not without their challengers.

Andy who clearly loves his mountain biking would be off anytime we hit gravel roads with Rachel close behind.

Anne is often brining up the rear. She has never been on a cycling holiday, the majority of her cycling has been in spin classes.

She never falters, not even when climbing a hill. I am secretly relieved to have Anne among us; never too far behind, but just enough to give me a breather whilst we regroup.

The only problem was Anne got faster as the week went on, my rest periods shortened and I found myself dropping back at times to become the tail.

Day 4: from Jindřichúv Hradec to Lásenice (bus), cycling from Lasenice to Telč (CZ)
70km, ascent 700m

We start cycling from Lásenice today and pass a number of artificial lakes as we follow sections of the Greenways Trail, a network of hiking and cycling trails through the Czech Republic and Austria.

It’s a long hot 70km to our destination; the renaissance town – Telc, registered on the UNESCO Cultural Heritage List in 1992.

From here we transfer to Znojmo on the banks of the river Dyje, often seen as the gateway to the wine-making area of South Moravia

Mon day 5: cycling from Znojmo to Mikulov (CZ)
63km, ascent 230m

Today’s ride is through the rich fertile flatlands of Moravia, home to an abundance of vineyards and wine cellars.

Wine cellars? If only I’d read the trip notes, I’m sure I could have convinced a few (if not most) of the group to make a detour or two.

Unfortunately, late morning Colin takes a spill when his bike spins on some thick gravel, the fall results in a dislocated shoulder.

The fortunate thing for Colin (if there can be one), is that Jan and Graham are both highly trained paramedics.  Actually Australia can boast some of the best trained medics in the world, which these two demonstrate.

Quickly taking control of the situation they have Colin wrapped up tight and on the bus before he knows it, destination the nearest hospital (which did prove further away than first thought).

Applause also to Dana and the Exodus team, who provided Colin with all the assistance they could to insure prompt medical attention.

wpid-wp-1441708353025.jpegThe end result; Colin was going to be off his bike for a while and he and Jacque would be returning to Scotland.

I can report he is well on the way to recovery and he should be back on his bike and out on the golf course in no time!

Lessons learnt from this experience: always handy to travel with paramedics where possible and travel insurance really is worth it!

I have contemplated what would transpire if it was either Don or I in this situation.

I suspect the conversation would be along the lines of:“Are you OK…good, so I’ll meet you at the end of the trip.”

That evening the reduced crew of 13 head out for dinner and Moravian wine tasting.

Being spoilt for wine in Australia, I’d probably say Moravian wines are OK, but I wouldn’t be rushing out to find them.

Tue day 6: cycling from Mikulov (CZ) to Poysdorf (AU), transfer to Vienna (bus)
30km, ascent 350m

We sadly bid Colin and Jacque farewell and continue our cycling, all the bit more cautiously through Mikulov, located directly on the border with Lower Austria.

Today we enter Austria through the UNESCO grounds of Lednice, known as the “Versailles” of Southern Moravia.

We continue to the wine-producing town of Poysdorf, from where we transfer the final 47km to Vienna.

Austria’s capital is a hive of architecture, history and culture with a lively café and bar culture and great range of restaurants.

The regular Exodus hotel was full, which I think was to our benefit. The Hotel Regina turned out to be in a superb location within the historic centre.

Heading out to see the sights we get to the Vienna Rathausplatz which had been turned into an outdoor cinema and international food market for the Vienna Film Festival.

I joined Jan and Graham for a walk around the city.  Our tour started with a snack and a well-earned G&T in the food market and ended there was well!

It would have been lovely to spend more time in Vienna, a rest day here would be ideal. Saying; “I’ve been to Vienna” is somewhat superficial in the short time frame and exhausted state I was in.

Wed day 7: cycling from Vienna (AU) to Bratislava (SK)
72km, ascent 40m

Dana takes us on a guided bike ride around the city before we join the Danube cycle path. Cycling as a group of 14 through a major city is a challenge in itself and I manage to lose the group at a set of lights.

After a quick scout down the street I return to the spot they disappeared and wait.  Of course Dana has given everyone her mobile number for just this sort of thing, but I never did put it in my phone.

It isn’t long before she returns to collect me, this ends up being the first of several times I lose the group.  Eventually I did put Dana’s number in my phone!

Following the river we cycle into the Donauauen National Park, past the red-tiled turrets of Castle Orth and the château at Eckartsau.

Well, that’s what the trip notes say, I don’t remember Castle Orth at all!

We cross the border at the town of Hainburg and enter Slovakia, winding our way towards the capital Bratislava.

Again, it’s another charming old quarter with cobbled stoned streets. The evening is balmy and we dine outside on Slovakian cuisine.

Thur day 8: cycling from Bratislava (SK) to Hedervár(HU), Hedervár to Gyôr (bus)
58km, ascent 40m

During the morning walking tour of Bratislava, Jill is relieved of her wallet and phone by a pick-pocketer.  It’s an unfortunate reminder how brazen thiefs are and to be careful of our possessions at all times.

After Jill and Dana visit the police station to report the incident, we get back on our bikes.

The Danube is again our guide as we return to the cycle path and head out into the forested hills around Bratislava.

Crossing into Hungary we ride through peaceful rolling countryside before arriving in Halaszi, a small village of around 3000 inhabitants.

The bus than transfers us to Gyôr for the night.  We arrive late and apparently it isn’t much of a town, so we don’t even leave the hotel for dinner.

Fri day 9: cycling from Gyôr (HU) to Komárom, Komárom to Esztergom (bus)
53km, ascent 80m

The plane of ‘Little Alfold’ has some of Hungary’s most productive farmland and offers a relaxing cycle en route to Tata.

From Tata we transfer to Esztergom, which was once the capital of the country, until the seat of power was transferred to Buda in the mid 13th century.

Sat day 10: cycling from Esztergom to Vac (HU), Vac to Budapest ( bus)
43km, ascent 150m

We leave Esztergom mid morning after visiting the Basilica, an imposing cathederal perched on The Castle Hill of Esztergom.  The historic site dates back in Hungarian history to the 9th Century.

Aftewards we begin our last day of cycling along the Danube before joining the road.

Our final route meanders over rolling countryside and through rural villages until we reach Vac, where our cycling tour ends. A grand total of 471km.

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Esztergom Basilica

From here it’s about a 45 minute transfer to Budapest, or more correctly the outer suburbs of the city.

We are all a bit disappointed to discover the hotel is a reasonable way from the city centre.

It’s a good 20min walk to the metro station, through a dubious part of town and then a 15 minute ride downtown.

In town, those who are keen to see the sights head off. I join my like minded compadres Jan and Graham and find the nearest bar. 

This wasn’t far, as the Sofitel has a lovely wine bar where we plonk ourselves to enjoy an evening of people watching.

Sunday 11: Budapest

In the morning I bid farewell to most of our group who are heading home.

I have really enjoyed the trip with a great bunch of people. Hopefully I may seem some of them again one day; maybe in Australia, on a cycle route, enjoying a good glass of red, or better still: a combination of all three.

Once again, the temperature is soaring into the 30’s. Walking around a city in this heat with clothes sticking to you and dripping in perspiration is not my idea of a pleasant day.

If you haven’t worked it out by now, I really hate the heat, unless I’m sitting under an umbrella by a tranquil turquoise sea sipping cocktails – I’m sure you get the picture.

The hop-on-off bus seems a good option and Yvonne joins me.  The breeze upstairs on the open top bus provides for some relief, the onboard commentary is average, but it gives a basic overview of all the major sites.

After lunch we take the river cruise for a different perspective of the city.

Budapest straddles the Danube with Buda on one side and Pest the other, it is a wonderful mix of architecture with many grand old buildings.

Bus and boat is certainly the lazy way to see Budapest, but with the limited time I had (not to mention the heat) it gave me a taste of this exotic city – one I would definitely go back to explore in detail.

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Cycling down the Danube

After about an hour of cycling I began to wonder why I decided to put myself in this situation.

Why did I think spending 14 days cycling was going to be fun?

From Zürich I took the train to Passau, where I collected my bike, so I’m ready to head off in the morning.

About an hour into the ride, my body starts reminding me that I haven’t been on a bike since December.

My neck is stiff, my knees creak and most of all, my bum is sore!

The Danube route is dead flat, so much so it makes for constant peddling, which is a bit exhausting when you don’t have any bike fitness. I’d like a little hill right now, so I can get a rest on the way down.

As I contemplate what I had committed myself to, the kilometers slipped by and a couple of hours later I arrived in Schlögen, my first stop.

Aside from it being stinking hot, it was a relatively easy ride. Schlögen is a tiny hamlet where the one and only hotel dominates the landscape.

The days quickly become routine; cycle, shower, eat and sleep.

I don’t think I had a day under 35 degrees, so I would be on my bike by 8am to avoid the heat.

This meant I usually arrived at my destination before the designated check-in time (2-3 pm). You would think given the number of people cycling, an activity most people do early, the hotels would be ready for this?

Hot, sweaty and tired I resorted to finding a comfy spot to have a cool drink and put my feet up.

Day three was the toughest day to get back on my bike. The day before had been a long, hot 68km and I was facing another 60. My muscles ached and my bum didn’t want to get back on that seat!

I actually looked up the train schedule from Linz to Grein…but couldn’t bring myself to do it.

Climbing back on, I took it easy, stopping every 20km or so. From Linz onwards the route passes through towns and villages more frequently. I found this made the ride more interesting and the kilometers pass unnoticed.

Traveling solo, I often fell victim to hotels putting me in a tiny single-bed room, in an out-of-the-way corner of the hotel.

The hotel in Grein is 5km out of town, a lovely forest setting and promotes itself as a resort-style spa hotel.

Once again, I find my room is in an out-of-the-way corner of the building. I open my door to a small single bed (of course), overlooking the roof between two buildings, I didn’t even get a view of the car park!

The heat reflecting off the roof made the room temperature feel 40 degrees plus. After a brief discussion I was given another room.

The days passed quickly and everyday got a little easier.  It’s certainly a great way to get your fitness up and if I did it again I would add a few extra nights to enjoy towns like Linz and the Wachau wine region.

With a sense of triumph I arrived in Vienna early afternoon on my sixth day of cycling. The temperature was soaring towards 40 degrees and I was feeling hot and tired.

After a long cool shower I ventured out with intention of exploring Vienna.  The heat hit me like a brick wall, I walked about 100 meters down the street before I changed my mind.  I would be coming back to Vienna in about a weeks time; it could wait.

Stopping at a small supermarket I stocked up on snacks, headed back to my air-conditioned hotel, curled-up in bed and watched movies on Netflix.

Day 1: Passau to Schlögen 44km
Day 2: Schlögen to Linz 68km
Day 3: Linz to Grein 61km
Day 4: Grein to Emmersdorf 67km
Day 5: Emmersdorf to Traismauer 57km
Day 6: Traismauer to Vienna 75km

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The Windy City

It’s a long and arduous 30 plus hours of travel from Quito to Chicago.

Our day starts with a 4am pick-up from our hotel to catch a flight to Lima. We have an 8 hour wait in Lima for a flight to Panama.

We are now very skilled at passing time in airports.

The key is to find the café with the best wi-fi, a seat near a power point, order a coffee and make it last for hours!

Upon checking-in at Lima, Copa Air said it would ticket our luggage all the way through to Chicago, though we would need to collect it in Fort Lauderdale, where we are required to clear immigration/customs.

We are a little dubious, but with a 6 hour layover in Panama, you’d think the airlines would have plenty of time to sort out where our luggage is going, or perhaps plenty of time to lose it…

Arriving in Panama around 9pm, our Spirit flight from Panama to Chicago (via Fort Lauderdale) leaves at 2am; another 6 hour layover.

We decide to purchase a bottle of red wine. The one requirement is that it needs to be a screw-cap.

Slight problem; we need boarding passes to make the purchase and we won’t get these until someone from Spirit turns up at the boarding gate.

I think the sales guy was on to us; he suggested the only way he could sell it to us was if we consume it before the flight – which were exactly our intentions!

We find a quiet spot (on the floor) and have a picnic dinner of wine and Ecuadorian chocolate!

The Spirit staff are somewhat confused by our lack of boarding passes and are quick to say they take no responsiblity for our luggage turning up! That fills us with confidence.

Spirit is a low cost American airline. Luggage is charged per piece, including carry-on. There is minimal inflight service (at a cost), no entertainment, no blankets (lucky we purchased two alpaca rugs on our travels) and except for four premium seats you pay more for, they don’t recline.

We opted for the premium seats which put us in the first row, a good thing, because we had a tight connection in Florida.

Even though we are first off, we wait and wait at the carousel for our luggage, but to no avail. Taking the advice of the ground crew, we decide to leave the luggage behind and dash for our connecting plane.

Once in Chicago, the Spirit staff are helpful, though clearly see it as not their problem and point us in the direction of the Copa staff, who are also very helpful.

Our luggage is found to still be in Panama and they put it on next plane; we should see it tomorrow. If not, I have a very good excuse to go shopping!

True to their word, Copa call in the morning and confirm they have the luggage. We happened to be going past the airport and offer to pick it up – we’ll be relieved when we have our bags in our possession.

Potential disaster averted and all in all it was only a slight inconvenience.

We are staying with friends Derek and Susan Magilton, who have two children Gretta and Oliver. They live in Winnetka, a lovely area a little north of downtown Chicago. Derek’s parents Ann and Max, are also visiting from Australia for a month.

It’s a lovely few days spent catching-up, swapping stories and re-grouping (which means making use of the washing machine and repacking our bags).

We managed a bit of ‘wardrobe replacement’ shopping. You can’t go past a good sale in the US, it’s like they are giving you stuff for free!

We also spent a couple of nights downtown to explore a bit more of the city and go to a U2 concert. Even if we were up in the bleachers, U2 still put on a good show.

Our stay in Chicago was all too brief and a little hindered by problems with my foot, so much so that we didn’t really take any photos. I spent much of my time hopping (literally) to podiatrists and getting cortisone injections.

Don tried his best to play the patient and supportive husband, but let’s face it – that’s not his thing! He couldn’t wait to get on that plane and meet his mates in Scotland.

We definitely have to get back to Chicago sometime.