Parting is such sweet sorrow.

Our last full day in Paris commences with us being good Aussies proud to fulfil our civic duty. Voting at an embassy is a different experience however the forms are the same as it ever was. The experience is simple yet bizarre in some indefinable manner. Pam has been to Paris twice before this trip,…

Sacre Coeur

Following the andtheywalked ethos, don’t walk the same path twice, we make our way to climb the Arc de Triomphe. Today is cloudy but no rain. We have timed our run to perfection, the queue at the ticket office begins to move as we attach ourselves to its tail end. Mission accomplished at last. I…

Walking in Paris 4

The consensus is that I am too verbose, so we are writing this together in the hope of compression. We have been tired and there has been so much to do we have had little time to update. We are now sitting in the outdoor section of the Refuge Albergue Orisson after having walked the…

Excitement, Adventure

“I’m leavin’ on a jet plane” I feel this strong urge to encapsulate experience via ancient pop song lyrics. Hope I shake it off soon. Thirteen hours, arse cheeks burning. My darling wife in her infinite wisdom has had the good sense to pony up with the extra moola and get us seats where the…

Gay Paree

It occurred to me that the long distance flight could be akin to giving birth, the length of time between tends to fade the horror, but a couple of hours in, oh I remember now !!!! 28 long hours after we left Lexi’s house in Melbourne we checked in to our very beautiful motel Radisson…