BANGKOK

A mid-afternoon arrival in a steamy hot Bangkok meant we were being prepared for many changes of clothes per day. Sometimes three changes – a lot of sweat and less outside walking to anywhere. The first night we had dinner alongside the Pratunam Boat station on the canal. It made for interesting viewing as the taxi boats came charging in, loading and/or offloading hundreds of commuters, and charging off again into the dark of the early evening. We thought we’d like to give the boats a go if we could fit it in.

So what to do in Bangkok when you’ve done most of the attractions before? We decided to give the Floating Markets at Damoen Sadek another go. Not a wise move in the end. It required a 6.30 start, about 4 hours on the road [there and back together] about 20 minutes on a long tail boat to the markets [where we were advised not to shop because of excessively high prices] about 90 minutes wandering around trying to fill in time and back on the road to a congested Bangkok were we arrived at about 2.00pm. [Have to say, however, that the coconut pancakes cooked in a boat alongside the village jetty and the coconut ice cream from a street side vendor were delicious and well worth the small costs involved.

Our time really has been dominated by finding places to eat: and we found one place that we actually went back to with cheap meals [mains 130 baht each and large Chang beer at 85 baht] because it was friendly, open air yet indoors/under cover and close to the hotel. Meals were filling, delicious- - and Thai. Have yet to have a western meal in Thailand – and not going to happen on this trip.

Last night we both had manicures and pedicures – to soften and restore limbs that have been punished by something in the region of 850-900 kms walking in the past three months. It was hilarious and at the same time relaxing – and good preparation for a long trip home.

The 3 month odyssey ends tomorrow October 7. 

PHUKET

Arrived here at 1.00am after a long flight from Frankfurt. But the next morning we were up for a breakfast in Shark Restaurant – outdoors, undercover and warm and breezy. The weather again was fine [cloudy really with patches of sun] which was quite remarkable given (a) the humidity levels and (b) the fact that Phuket was still experiencing the rainy end of the monsoon season.

The beach at Karon was quiet – no surf to speak of but gentle waves and a breeze. Despite its being the ‘off-season’ there were still largish numbers of people on the beach. Getting there I had to run the gauntlet of the Indian boys trying to entice interest in a time share [I think]. They were very  very unimpressed, when after about 20 minutes of fake excitement on their part, I turned down their offer of a ‘major prize’ and a tuk-tuk trip to see their Paradise Hotel [or whatever it was called!].

Karon Beach and the Old Phuket Resort. A great place to stay – quiet easily accessible and close to all the amenities and restaurants a tourist could want.

One morning I spent an hour walking the streets just looking – not in NZ would you see anyone filling up a motorbike fuel tank with petrol from a glass bottle. OSH would likely have something to say about that.  But like the previous day, the weather was very humid – and changes of clothes were required at least twice over the course of the day.

A trip on our last night to Fantasea meant a road trip – not very far but about 45 minutes in travelling time through Karon to Patong Beach and on to Fantasea. Like Gold Coast’s Dreamworld in a way, this was an environment for kids and spending. Still amazingly warm and with little to interest enjoying the many gimmicks and shows that festooned the ‘streets’ of the town. It was an impressive event – the dinner was probably worth the 400 baht each but drinks were expensive [as would be expected]. The show auditorium catered for 3000 people [and it was pretty much full] and while it was spectacular and included some highly trained elephants doing elephant ‘tricks’ it was probably less absorbing than other shows we had seen [in Macau and China] on previous overseas trips. However, the kids were enthralled.

The next morning was another early start. And this time a 1 hr drive to the airport to catch a flight to Bangkok. 

FRANKFURT - SECOND TIME AROUND

The second stay in Frankfurt was very brief: two nights only but because Excelsior Hotel was directly across the road from Frankfurt Hauptbahnhof, accessibilty both coming and going with heavier wheelie bags was sign ificantly less frazzled. With an early check in we were able to book in to a ‘Free Walking Tour of ‘Alternative’ Frankfurt  in the afternoon. This, amongst other things took us to the seedier parts of Frankfurt in the newer part of the city, before wending our way through sidestreets and Kaiserstrasse to the Old Town. There in Romerplatz was a huge sculpture of ‘the little green man’ covering almost the entriety of the square  and celebrating the 25^th anniversary of east-west Germany unity since reunification in 1990 following 1989 collapse and tearing down of the berlin Wall. A trip up to the roof top of a nearby shopping centre gave us viuews over the city and a last chance, almost, to feel the chilling of the European autumn air.

The second day we spent in brilliant sunshine [again!] and took a trip on the river boat cruise along the Main. It was pleasant basking in the sun but despite the warmth and the chance to relax there really seemed to be nothing new for us to do/see in Frankfurt. We had been to the museums we wanted to see on the first vixit here three months previously, and because it was a Monday, the history museum was shut. Not sure if we really wanted to go here or not or whether we were going to use it as a time filler. However, we managed to fill the day just enjoying the last European [ever?] experience.

On the morning of our flight out we walked the green belt of Frankfurt. In eaerlier times, this green belt hd been the fortress walls of the early city and while there is only one small part of the wall still existing, the remainder has been turned into parks and green space. A long walk and pleasant amongst the growing skyline of Germany’s financial centre.

An early exit to the airport was very quick. S9 [or S8] to the airport took less time than we expected and we madw our way to Terminal 2 from Terminal 1 more quickly via the Sky Train than we had anticipated.[On the way in to Frankfurt earlier we had to catch a bus between the airports which was significanlty slower.] All up, it meant another long airport wait – another chance to read, up-date photos, people watch …… and the same over and over.

So from Frankfurt we headed to Thailand and Phuket in particular.  

BADEN-BADEN

As has been our custom throughout this trip [apart from 1 drizzly day in Moscow and two drizzly days in Warsaw] we arrived in Baden-Baden in cloudy but still dry conditions. It had rained the night before in Zurich and off and on during the trip but not at either end when we were trying to catch trams and buses. How lucky have we been – but still not over!

Baden-Baden is a quiet little town built up between the valleys of the Black Forest hills – somewhat similar to home in that respect. The trees are turning gold and yellow; their leaves are beginning to fall and there is an autumn chill in the air. Not cold yet, but the turn of temperatures has arrived. Having scoped out our planned route from Baden-Baden Hauptbahnhof to the Batscahri Suite in Mozartstrasse [which in a former life was a cigarette manufacturing factory] we were given some help by a young woman at the bus stop [at hbf] informing us of the cost and that the driver would issue tickets. This meant we didn’t have to stand in queue at the ticket dispenser. It was quite an acrobatic ride into town jiggling suitcases and small backpacks as people got on and off the bus along the route. It really was quite crowded. But we did it  - and did it easily. It just goes to show that the more effort you exert beforehand, the easier the connections tasks become.

There was the potential for a bit more rain the afternoon we arrived and after we finally found the Tourism Information Office at the Old Pumphouse, we were able to formulate some plans for the next few days. The lady at the office recommended we go to Merkur, a high point reached by bus and funicular, right away – it was fine at the time and as she said you just don’t know what tomorrow will be like. We chose not to go – we’d take our chances the text day. And just as well we did: (a) dark clouds gathered and rain followed- but we were having dinner at the time and (b) the next day was brilliantly fine and warm  - with a bite in the wind. But from the height of around 842m asl in the Black Forest we looked down on some stereotypical views of southern Germany/Switzerland. We thought we might have to stay up the mountain when the ticket validating machine wouldn’t work for us on the way down but we snuck through the pram entry. That worked well and down we went in the funicular – just the two of us. We arrived at the bottom at the same time as the bus arrived from town and we just walked on – no payment and no inspector [who knows whether or not we were supposed to have paid – but the day only cost  €4 each. A trip well worth it.

Coming back down the mountain into the city we treated ourselves to ‘ a large cup of coffee and a piece of Black Forest Gateau – the genuine kind of cream, a little cake and a mountain of sweetness. Yum! After all, that’s what you do in the Black Forest.

The afternoon was spent [well 2 ½ hours anyway] soaking in the thermal pools at Caracalla Therme – the hot pools/spa baths  and treatments where you actually keep your clothes on. Not for us the Friedrichsbad Spa which is a nude zone. This was an afternoon of entertainment as we explored the different pools and their massage jets pummelling various parts of the body. It was a good way to have the legs massaged without having to go to someone to have it done. Having figured out the system of changing/showering etc [explained very clearly anyway at the entrance counter] we tried all sorts of indoor and outdoor [it was still a brilliantly warm and sunny afternoon so the outside option was good] pools. Even a sauna that breathed herbal steams into the sauna to help with expectorant discharge. Dinner that night was a lovely Thai meal in a cosy, quiet little restaurant – just the thing [along with the beer of course!] to end the day.

ZURICH

Our first reaction to seeing Zurich [and the little bit of its hinterland] was: this is a pretty place. The second reaction: it looks a lot like South Island NZ. The strings of glacial lakes, the snow-capped (even in early Autumn) Alps, the mountains, the cattle …. all add up to familiar landscapes.

Finding our hotel in Rossligasse was relatively easy – the water feature Zurichzee and the Limmat River as fixed and identifiable features made the short[ish] walk to the hotel over cobbled streets rather clunky but easy. Keep them to the left!! As in Vienna it was suggested we buy a Zurich Pass for three days to give ourselves ‘free’ access to transport and some entries over the next three days. And we made good use of it. From the first trip from Zurich Flughafen into Stadelhof to our last No. 4 Tram ride 12 minutes prior to expiry we crammed in as much as we could. The streets in the old town are easy to cross – vehicular traffic is limited – you just have to be alert for the clanging bells and screeching wheels of approaching trams; tourists wander around like in a dream and so many languages out on the street. Occasionally you’d hear English as she is spoke in the US. We met a New York couple [originally from Hong Kong] on our first afternoon tour of West Zurich through the reformed town where old makes way to new inside the facades [generally] of the old. Like us, they commented on how expensive it is to eat here. We didn’t try, but apparently a McD Big Mac costs about 15 CHF. [In NZ $ that’s about $20]. Eating out has been hugely expensive in Zurich and without careful management of funds we would not keep anywhere near our self-imposed budget. Having an included breakfast in our hotel payment before we left home has made all the difference.

It still has not rained; there has been a long warm summer in Switzerland and we have been luck to ride on its coat-tails; clouds have gathered today but it is still mild – showers predicted for tomorrow but hopefully they won’t affect us as we head north again to Germany and Baden Baden.

Our included train rides have taken us to the heights of Uetliberg and to the top of the Telecom Tower (900m asl) for views over the Lake; they took us to Atiswill from where we caught a Cable Car to Felsenegg and an [almost] alpine restaurant at 840m asl  - on a brilliantly fine day; warm and sunny and it required a beer each while we sat admiring the snow-capped Alps in one direction and the city and canton of Zurich in the other. Idyllic!!

Our Zurich card included a 1 ½ hour tour of [half] Lake Zurich and again we basked in the sunshine of Zurich’s Autumn. The trees are just starting to turn and lose their leaves; people are just beginning to dress more warmly – the colder weather is approaching but we’ll be gone! 

Unlike in Muslim countries where the call to prayer happens five times a day, the church bells here seem to ring all the time; wherever there is a Mass the bells are ringing – but a Mass at 4.00am? Unlikely but still the bells sound out their chime.

Today we strolled down Bahnhofstrasse – 1.25km of up-market shopping. We would not have been allowed into some of the shops [security guards at the doors would have stopped us purely on the basis of our attire – sandals and shorts won’t cut the mustard in the rich lister shops. Window shopping was as far as we dared go – and quickly at that. The realigned chassis of some of the older women in the street did nothing to help their desired youthful looks; but there was money in the clothing.