Captain Buck Rodgers (that really was his name) flew us safely to Auckland, we spent the night at the jet park hotel, then in the morning jumped on flight NZ99 to Narita. Nice smooth flight, had some reasonable meals, it was a good start to the trip.
The hotel Nikko Narita was 10 minutes shuttle ride from the airport and it was charming, the room was slightly old school japanese but I really like that style, and it was relatively spacious and comfortable but the best part was the breakfast next morning!
It was raining but the garden was still very pretty
After breakfast we took a bus into town for a change, the view was pretty much the same as the train ride but I think the train is nicer. We walked from Tokyo Central Station to our hotel in the Ginza, about 20 minutes away.
Facebook obviously knows I’m in Japan, I thought this ad for a tee shirt was pretty funnyVending machines are everywhere and you can even get beerThis is an alley underneath the railway line with a bunch of bars and restaurants I liked the look of this restaurant We loved this keyboard in an innovative tech shopAh, Japanese toilets, they’re greatBrekky in GinzaOne of our missions was to get our JR (Japan Rail) pass. They send you a document in NZ and you exchange it here in Tokyo Central Station These are great, I highly recommend them for celebrating getting your JR pass sortedWe found quite a cool ramen bar just round the road from our hotelRamen barYou see some amazing cars in Tokyo
Last few days here in Josselin. This weekend we rode our bikes 66 km along the canal to Redon which is a very pleasant village a little bit larger than Josselin. The riding was great although we were both fairly stiff and sore by the time we got there! Had a slap up meal to celebrate Paulines birthday a little late at La Bogue, our first ever Michelin starred restaurant. It was extraordinarily good. Rode back today, had a great ride and it was a fitting way to end our time in France. Heres some photos 🙂
We really enjoyed the train trip to Munich, its such a relaxed way to travel. Once we found our hotel, we checked in and found the largest hotel room we’ve ever seen in Europe with an enormous and wonderful shower. Next day we met some friends for lunch and took a sightseeing bus around town, then crammed onto the subway with thousands of other Bruce Springsteen fans to the Olympic Stadium. The concert really was very good, he played for well over three hours without a break and with plenty of enthusiasm despite the extroadinarily bad weather. Lucky we were under cover! Then back on the U bahn and back to the hotel. Next day we walked through the old parts of Munich and Pauline did some shopping, at night we went out with our friend Alex and had a very traditional dinner at a below ground restaurant. The following day was a 12 hour day back on the train to Josselin. A flying visit but lots of fun.
We’re off to see Bruce Springsteen in Munich and spent a couple of pleasant days in Paris on the way staying quite near to the Bastille in the Marais district. We did a walking tour of the Marais which was very interesting. Lots of jewish restaurants so we had an excellent fallaffel lunch at L’As du Fallafel in the Rue de Rosiers.
The time seems to have flown by since we got here. We’ve had some good bike rides along the canal, we have met some new people and caught up with some old friends, we have visited most of our favourite restaurants, and we have bought some goodies for the house from the Ikea in Rennes. Here’s a few images including some from the market day today.
Riding along the Nantes-Brest canal
We disturbed a deer, which then swam to the other side.
Due to an administrative error we are out of oil for our boiler, which means no heating and no hot water until Monday morning when the fuel man can come. I can’t help feeling it’s partly my fault! Anyway we decided to head somewhere for the weekend and Quiberon sounded nice. It’s a seaside resort on a narrow peninsula sticking out into the Atlantic. We found a very nice little hotel, the Neptune, which is a family run small hotel on the seafront with very nice views and very friendly people. The coast on the west side of the peninsula is known as the côte sauvage, it’s quite wild and a bit like the pancake rocks on the West coast of NZ South island. We walked along there for a bit and then headed off for dinner after apéritifs at our hotel. The food was excellent. Next day we drove back along the côte sauvage, and stopped at a little village for lunch. Expecting a sandwich or something, we found ourselves in a really top class restaurant. We started off with an amuse-bouche consisting of a tiny creme broulee containing seafood, a small dish of raw marinated turbot and a hot shotglass of liquid with fish and crab (I think.) I’ve never had anything like it before. The mains then came out and again were stunning in presentation and taste. Pauline had Turbot on white asparagus with a very nice sauce, and I had tiny shellfish on a bed of seaweed tagliatelli and a fish which I’m not sure what it was, but it was very tasty! It was a great weekend and we managed to get in some hot showers so that was good!
I admired this vespa in Quiberon
The beach in Quiberon
Pauline by the beach
Somebody went to a lot of trouble!
The same vespa
The view from our Hotel
The port
Huitres for my entree
Moules mariniere et frites (frites not shown)
Rum Baba desert – very rummy
Calvados for me, Port for Pauline. A very good night’s dining!
It was great to get to Paris Charles de Gaulle airport after 12 hours on Air France from Tokyo. I did manage to watch the latest James Bond, Arnie and Bruce Willis movies and the food and drinks were very good but it’s a long time. We stayed at the Ibis hotel at the airport and had a good sleep. Next day we caught the bus into Montparnasse station in Paris, had lunch with one of Pauline’s workmates and her husband, then caught the train to Rennes where we picked up a rental car and drove to our house in Josselin. The house is looking good although a bit dusty as we had an electrician in and also a builder. But they’ve both done an excellent job. Here’s a few photos from our first few days. The mopeds were at an excellent Brocante or second hand shop not far from here which has an amazing array of stuff like grandfather clocks, old radios, old racing bicycles, crockery, books, everything really. We bought another duck, and a coathook for our hall that matches the age of the house rather well.
Some scooters in Paris
There is nothing like the breton cider, just awesome.
Our apple trees are blossoming
Another moped
Very interesting old moped, was about 1500 euros though
I was rather amused by this sidecar outfit, note the hello kittys!
Entrecote et frites at the Guethenoc, our favourite restaurant