Posts Tagged ‘gay travel’

Best/Worst of Eurotrip 2012

April 19, 2013

I thought I’d end this entire Eurotripness with a Best/Worst list to really encapsulate what we enjoyed the most and the least about our travels. To be fair… this is my list. I don’t know what Roisin’s would look like.

1- Dresden, Germany
2- Český Krumlov, Austria
3- Bern, Switzerland
4- Bruges, Belgium
5- Munich, Germany
6- Cinque Terre, Italy
7- Amsterdam, The Netherlands
8- Salzburg, Austria
9- Lauterbrunnen, Switzerland / Nice, France
10- Orvieto, Italy / Venice, Italy

1- Ancona, Italy
2- General heat/humidity, Italy
3- Nice Etape Hotel, France
4- The two idiots who didn’t close the lift doors- Florence, Italy
5- The greasy pizza that literally made the pizza box leak, Italy
6- The assholes who wouldn’t let us sit together on the bus that one time.
7- The creepy dude in the ladies bathroom Vienna, Austria
8- Milan, Italy
9- The wasp in our hotel room Berlin, Germany
10- The final season of Roseanne

I really loved areas in every country that we visited. I was shocked at how much I loved Germany. Honestly would move there tomorrow if I woke up fluent in German. Love, love, love Germany.

But really learned a lot in those few months, would love to go back to so many of those places. There’s so much more to see and do.



Eurotrip 2012 – Best of iPhone/Instagram Photos

April 18, 2013


So here’s some of the best photos that I took with my phone- some filtered with Instagram.
The first is from my last day of work at Hula before I embarked on this adventure. Awww I miss that place :(

The final picture is of the Royal Albert which we drove past while we were briefly in London on our way home. I have many good memories from that place.


Eurotrip 2012- Neuschwanstein Castle Take 2

April 17, 2013


We have arrived to my final Europost! (Before of course I give you two more rambles about our trip to finish out the week- but for that tune in tomorrow heh.)

We left Lauterbrunnen and our cozy chalet that next morning to head all the way to Munich. This meant that we had one more shot at seeing the lovely Neuschwanstein Castle. And this time we were successful!!

Now I say successful- but what I really mean is that I was super pumped and ready to rock that hill to take some beautiful photos and Roisin was ready to be a total dick.

Honest. Hoooooonnnnnestly, I could have killed her and left her body in the woods. I could have. No one. NO ONE moans as much as she does when physical activity is involved. And she moans and whinges like a Scottish lassie whinges . With anger. She again was thrust into the whole “no one is suffering like I am suffering” escapade where she almost missed out on the whole thing entirely. About three times she just wanted to stay where she was and wait for me. What. A. Wanker. The love of a my life. But a wanker. She’s reading this right now and likely raging. But she knows she pushed me. The walk down of course was effortless and completely fine.

I think the walk up was worth it. The castle is lovely and I was so happy that I got a second chance to see it. Roisin is still alive. For now.

Then we hopped back onto the bus and made our way to Munich. Our staple, Hotel Mons Am Goetheplatz was full so we ended up staying in a hotel that in fairness was much closer to the pick up point. Munich felt like our home away from home though – this being our third time there over the few months of travel. We wandered a little bit that evening and got some noodle boxes from the train station then used the wifi in the hotel bar to catch up on the world.

The next morning we were going to start the longest fucking journey ever. And it was going to be just as awful as we thought it would be. The next time we were going to sleep would be in Edinburgh.

We got on the bus at 8am and drove from Munich to Paris. Then in Paris we walked all along the Champs Elysees to the Megabus stop to take the bus through France to hop on the ferry to head to Dover. This part was slightly tricky as I didn’t remember to print my plane tickets so I was a Canadian trying to enter the UK with nothing indicating I had intentions on leaving… luckily the border guard trusted that I was being honest that I was flying back to Canada in a week so we wiped the poo out of our pants and sallied forth.

Once we made it to Dover we continued on our route to London where we switched buses for one heading to Edinburgh. I believe our trek in the end was 26 hours long. TWENTY. SIX. HOURS. on buses – no sleep. I honestly don’t think either one of us got much more than a few hours of shut eye.

Then Roisin’s dad picked us up from the bus station and we were on our way to her family home to die/ recoup.

Thank you for joining me as I tell the tales of our wee excursion. I have had chats with so many lovely new faces over the last… well… almost year as I recount this journey. Please stick around, I always blog regularly and I’ll likely have some more adventures soon.

Tomorrow I’ll be posting the best of- from my Instagram photos from the trip.