Thursday, August 31, 2006
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Skiing around Johan's house (read the original post here):
Owl-twitching on a Saturday night (original post here):
Checking out the eiders from Öland (original posts here, here, here and here):
Much more importantly, Johan has put together a twitch list for our Öland weekend. Here it is in Swedish:
He also translated it into English:
Great Black-backed Gull
... and gave me the scientific names!
Columba livia domesticus
Corvus corone cornix
I guess if a twitcher's going to do it at all, it must be done properly.
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Our trip highlights:
- Most livable city: Copenhagen (the alcohol's too expensive in Sweden, otherwise Stockholm would come a very close 2nd).
- Best holiday city: Paris, for its range of galleries, architecture and rich food. London would have come close if the weather had been more spring-like.
- Best weekend away: Venice. Beautiful scenery, horrible tourist trap. Take some photos and then GET OUT.
- Best natural scenery: Swiss alps and lakes. (For me, Öland was also very special.)
- Best fancy restaurant: The Gate, London.
- Best casual restaurant: La Potager du Marais, Paris.
- Best museum: Vasa Museum, Stockholm.
- Best art gallery: Tate Modern, London. Can't believe it's free!
- Best hosts: ... we're not going to do that. My thanks go to Johan, Johanna and Henrik for the entire Grimsö experience. Thanks to Lynda, Stefan, Melissa and Dylan for fitting us into their apartments and sharing their home cities with us. Also to Ian and Anne for offering us free and well-positioned accommodation in Paris (and also for the 2€ bottles of wine).
Several readers have noted our (particularly my) attention to the food we've eaten. I'm considering starting up a new blog in a few months, documenting our vegetarian culinary adventures in Melbourne. If it happens, I'll add a link to it here.
Until then, my plate is almost licked clean.
Saturday 27/5: London/International airspace
Lugging the laptop on my back and my coat under my arm, it was all a bit of a struggle. The markets would probably have been fun (there appeared to be some vaguely interesting shops in between the more tourist-centric fare), but once the rain started to get heavy we both decided we’d be better served inside somewhere. Somewhere was a conveniently located Internet café where we spent a good couple of hours sorting through emails and battling to get this blog up to date. Seeing that the rain had eased, we eventually headed back out for a final scout of the markets but again the weather had fooled us and within minutes the rain had come back stronger than ever. Our refuge this time was an overcrowded café we had some wedges and juice before deciding that it was all too hard and it was time to quit this tourist lark. Luckily when we arrived back at the hostel (intending to pack our things and leave for a 10pm flight at 4pm) we found the staff starting to watch The Virgin Suicides on DVD in the communal lounge room. We joined them – finally finding an activity suitable for our energy levels and the weather – and then headed off for the long trip southwards.
Friday 26/5: London
We eventually reached the Natural History Museum, housed in a rather grand old building just south of the park.
The museum housed a fairly impressive collection of fish, insects, reptiles, mammals and birds (as well as a geological section that we didn’t explore). The whole thing was informing and well organised, but it all felt rather dated. Admirably, the museum is no longer in the market for animals to stuff and thus all the mammals looked rather faded (particularly the big cats). Additionally, the interactive and video displays all seemed to date from about 1992 – just before computers were widely used for these kinds of things. Regardless we had a lot of fun – I particularly enjoyed the fish (who knew that flying fish can fly for 400 metres?), reptiles and birds, although the centre of the action was clearly the blue whale.
The bird section was full of species that are now extinct and included a few displays that highlighted the kinds of practices that helped to kill them off. Like giant glass cases filled with dozens of stuffed hummingbirds. For example.
After fighting through the school groups and tourists, we decided against moving on to The Science Museum and instead went for a wander around Chelsea (with a highly-regarded chocolatier as our final goal).
Along the way we stumbled into a mini French district and had a crepey lunch.
After browsing through the shops of Chelsea’s King Street (not just browsing – Cindy bought a couple of pairs of socks that, when the currency conversion calculation was done, meant that she could never tease me about buying books again), we hit upon our main goal: L’Artisan du Chocolat. And here I think I’ll let Cindy take over:
L’Artisan du Chocolat is a small and exclusive shop that we found in a ‘best shopping in London’ guide. I was determined to buy a small box that would allow me to sample a variety of the flavours on offer, regardless of the price. Michael actually persuaded me to buy the second-smallest selection of 20 chocolates!
As well as selling dark chocolate by the region of origin, they have a range of unusual flavours including jasmine tea, pine, sesame, basil and lavender. The flavours are very subtle, and all are made of the most pure melt-in-the-mouth dark chocolate. They were so pretty and fragile and so carefully wrapped up that I insisted on carrying them levelly back to the hostel on the tube, then took about 10 photos to ensure that I had a record of them in perfect condition.
By the time we finished our walking and found our way back to the hostel there was just enough time for a quick rest before we headed off to dinner. The plan for the evening was to go to Drummond Street – my tourist map of London mentioned that this street was known for its vegetarian Indian restaurants. We’d done a brief scouting the day before and found about eight Indian shops, at least half of which were vegetarian specialists. We settled on Ravi Shankar as the best of these and squeezed into one of the few remaining tables. I chose the largest of the thalis on offer. Cindy and I discovered thalis in New York a couple of years ago – they’re basically set meals made up of a starter or two, bread, rice, a range of curries and condiments and a dessert, all served on a large metal tray (in a number of smaller containers). They seem to mainly appear on the menus of vego Indian places. Because I’d gone for the primo option, I got a soup and pappadum to start:
The soup had a scattering of lentils and coriander in it, but its main flavour was ‘hot’. Lucky I’d ordered a large beer. The rest of my meal consisted of: rice, chapatti, four pakoras, a potato and pea curry (with a similar flavour to the soup), some sort of mixed vege curry (with corn prominent), aloo saag (spinach and cheese), channa masala (chickpeas), raita and gulab jaman (sweet balls of weird milkiness that somehow ends up a similar consistency to dougnuts). So much food. It was painful to stand up afterwards.
Cindy, sensibly, opted for the daily special: a biryani served with vegetable kofta, salad, raita and a rice puddingy dessert. The kofta sauce was quite spicy, but the biryani was exactly to Cindy’s taste. I was so full I only sampled a smidgen of one of the kofta balls and can report that it was among the finer I’ve had.