![]() Soporific isn’t it? Appears I was not alone. Infact soooo restful I struggled to keep my peepers open as I gazed at the passing countryside. The colours of Autumn embellished and amber-blazed the trees. Woodlands clothed the hills that rose on either side. As it got further from Koln the little regional train – no reservation nightmares here (can’t get past the shame) as no reservations! – wound its way along rivers and through pretty towns and villages. It does I suppose fall in the Rhineland renowned for its wonderfulness. The journey from Koln to Trier was beautiful. Doubled up to match the weight of the Newcastle yarn it is vibrant and crocheting beautiful. My sympathy goes out particularly to the taxi driver who had my full range of conversation about the weather and the lack of rain.īack in my comfort zone I have finished the Newcastle wool and while on the train to Trier I got started with the Amsterdam yellow. ![]() Now anyone that cares to listen is getting blasts of Moke-German. But it was the best way to get going with a new language. Still it was rather funny and pushed me stumbling through my basic German to the amusement of the other passengers (‘What did that woman say? “The cats eat the beetles?!”‘). I obviously get my number dyslexia from my father’s side! ![]() I had reserved seat number 12 but when I walked up the carriage I realised that there were not enough seats to go down to number 12 however once evicted from my seat (did I mention the shame?!) closer inspection revealed that the numbers jumped from the 20’s to 12 with nothing in between and nothing after. To be fair the numbering of the seats was very odd. I stumbled a bit at the first hurdle as couldn’t find my reserved seat! However I was sitting on the right train, in the right carriage in what I thought was an unreserved seat so I was congratulating myself on being correct on two out of three until there was a tap on my shoulder and a gentleman pointed out that I was in his seat! Colour me beetroot red.Īpparently ‘freigeben’ doesn’t mean the seat is free rather it means that you should give up your seat if asked…. I started my train travels today on the International train ICE123 from Amsterdam to Trier via Cologne (Koln). This means that, at no extra cost to you, I will earn a commission if you click through and make a purchase.Interrailing has begun. There may be lodging links as well to places I stayed at and enjoyed. It’s also very close to the western terminus.ĭisclosure: This entry contains affiliate links (among regular links) to products I own and like, or which I think you might like. It seems a little worn compared to others I’ve stayed in, but it’s clean and that’s the main thing. Oh, we’re staying at the Holiday Inn Express in St. It’s kind of like Christmas Eve when you were a kid. So, we’ll see how things go tomorrow! I’m so excited. That’s why I was doing this reconnaissance – to make sure I didn’t make any major missteps on my first day. Looks O.K., although we had to have a man show us where the trail went in one section. Croix River in Minnesota, and the potholes there are supposed to be much better.Īfter the park, we scoped out the trail’s path through town, rumored to be not that well marked. But I learned there’s also an Interstate State Park on the opposite side of the St. The potholes on the trail were pretty cool. The stones swirl so fast, they drill holes into the ground. Potholes – holes in the bedrock – are glacial formations created when stones get caught in eddies in the rivers at the bottom of glaciers. We also found the western terminus, which lies on the park’s Pothole Trail. We stopped at Interstate State Park to watch the 24-minute movie on the Ice Age Trail’s geologic history that’s available in the visitor center. So today, the day before my wild adventure begins, Ed and I drove up to St. As we marched through the woods, my mom made us sing “The Happy Wanderer” with her. One of my first memories of Wisconsin was when my mom loaded the five of us kids in the car and took us hiking along the Parnell Tower Trail – part of the Ice Age Trail (Northern Kettle). Heck, I remember biking to a glass factory with my two older siblings for fun, so we could play with the colorful, broken glass bits in the parking lot. My parents, four siblings and myself were all born in Chicago. As in that catchy refrain from “The Happy Wanderer” – Valderi, Valdera, Valderi, Valdera-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, Valderi, Valdera, my knapsack on my back.”Īfter I made my last post about being bad at names, this one instantly came to me.
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