Category Archives: Travelling

Two-stepping Stetsons and a bear with no face

Posted on July 31, 2015 by memoirsofahusk

Saturday night in Dripping Springs, Texas. It’s not, as you might think, named after the effect of high-summer heat and humidity on the human body. No. It’s Dripping Springs because of the fresh water that attracted the first settlers. Well, … Continue reading →

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‘Liebchen – sweetness – what watch?’ ‘Ten watch.’ ‘Such watch?’

Posted on July 19, 2015 by memoirsofahusk

Casablanca. That sweet German couple sitting in Rick’s. Drinking farewell brandies. Speaking English. Practising for America. Flying via Lisbon, no doubt. Where we’re heading next. By train. Trains run to timetables. Hours and minutes are important. Clocks (and watches) are … Continue reading →

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‘Hey guys – guess what we found? AMERICA!’ (Not us – we find heavenly islands & divine food)

Posted on July 18, 2015 by memoirsofahusk

Vigo. Every time I read that I hear, ‘the Carpathian’ – for some reason not unconnected with Ghostbusters 2. The train chatters through countryside dotted with elevated grain-stores. Verges starry with morning glory. It skirts the broad river to deposit … Continue reading →

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Crosses, beggars and disappointments. But also cake

Posted on July 17, 2015 by memoirsofahusk

Pontevedra, our guide book says, is ‘compact, charming and very tourist friendly’. A town of views and bridges, I’m expecting. Well, we see the bridges, and the view, from the train, as it pulls in to a modern, bustling town. … Continue reading →

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Two nights at the museum. A dream fulfilled (not flushed)*

Posted on July 16, 2015 by memoirsofahusk

The train station in A Coruña looks like a cathedral. Or seems to as we’re being driven towards it by our nice, helpful taxi driver. Inside the cavernous building, two men on the track are washing a waiting train – … Continue reading →

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El mundo puede esperar? Not today – pulpo and ‘vieira’ beckon …

Posted on July 15, 2015 by memoirsofahusk

At seven in the morning the sea looks cold (it is – it’s the Atlantic) but already the pavements below our hotel room bustle with purposeful walkers, exercising before work. Along the marble-lined corridor a ‘do not disturb’ sign swings … Continue reading →

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From Sidney to the Tower of Hercules

Posted on July 14, 2015 by memoirsofahusk

No. it’s not a typo. I do mean Sidney. We do not live in Australia. We have not even visited Australia. Yet. Sidney is, if we’re to believe the guard on our commuter train into Liverpool, employee of the month. … Continue reading →

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