Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Trip #16

I'm home after my whirlwind week in Europe, so here are the stats for my last trip of 2011.

Flights – Four in nine days
Kilometres flown –  33,492km...Melbourne to Geneva, via Abu Dhabi, and home
Total Kilometres flown in 2011 – 215,142km
Hotels – Club Med Valmorel, Eastwest Hotel Geneva
Total number of hotels in 2011 48
New stamps in my passport – Two, and two nice EU stamps at that
New countries None, still on 49, but Geneva was a new city.

Monday, December 26, 2011

Baghdad sunset

MY quick jaunt to France and Switzerland is done, and I have settled into my comfortable Etihad seat for the 24-hour journey home.

It was an early morning for me – I had to rise before the sun to be at the airport in time for my morning flight from Geneva to Abu Dhabi – so, after having breakfast on the plane, I rolled the seat back so I could stretch out in my business-class bed and sleep for a few hours.

Because we were flying east I woke up just as the sun was setting over Iraq, and pushed my window shade up to see the last of a fiery red sky above Baghdad.

It’s hard to photograph the last moments of a sunset, especially through the window of a plane cruising 12km up, but you get the idea of how beautiful this Middle East sky was from my position above the Iraqi desert.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Friday, December 23, 2011

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Pleasantest sensations


FREYA Stark, the British explorer who was one of the first women to do this travel-writing thing, once said ``to awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world’’.

There’s a good chance Ms Stark was in some exotic Middle Eastern location when she made the now-famous statement – she wrote more than 20 books between the 1930s and 1980s, most which focused on her travels in Arabia, Iran and Afghanistan – but it’s a quote that comes back to me regularly when I’m travelling solo.

These words popped into my head again this morning when I woke up in my hotel room in Geneva, and it occurred to me that I had no appointments to keep during the day so could follow my nose around a city that I had never seen before.

So, after getting ready for the day, I left my hotel and walked along the edge of Lake Geneva before crossing the Pont du Mont Blanc and venturing into the city’s elegant Old Town.

This part of town, the congested neighbourhood that once sat inside the wall that protected the medieval settlement from invaders keen to secure a way across the Rhone River, is now a maze of streets that grew to accommodate those who sought refuge from the Reformation in Geneva.

And, as I walked along footpaths lined with buildings that went back a few decades or a few centuries, I couldn’t help but agree with Ms Stark, to awaken alone in a strange town is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Geneva's Escalade


GOOD luck, rather than good management, has put me in Geneva on the weekend of the Swiss city’s biggest celebration.

The Escalade is three days of non-stop festivities that commemorate and celebrate the night in 1602 when the residents of the Geneva’s walled city repelled an attack by the Duke of Savoy.

The Duke wanted to take the settlement, as it was the only safe place to cross the Rhone River at the time, and once he was inside he intended to "wipe out the heresy he found within before making Geneva the capital of his territories on the other side of the mountains".

"Shortly after midnight, the well-equipped Savoyard army of over two thousand men took up positions in Plainpalais,’’ the event’s brochure explained.

"A large group of soldiers split from the main body and made their way to the foot of the city walls where they proceeded to set up their ladders and then scale the defences without giving themselves away.

"As the whole of Geneva slept the invasion began, but the operation was suddenly interrupted when a patrol leaving its position at the Poste de la Monnaie came across the attackers (and) in the ensuring skirmish a sentry fired his arquebus at the invaders and the alarm was sounded.

"Bells rang out, first from the cathedral tower and then from all the churches of the city – the inhabitants were woken from their sleep and rushed to take up arms, and soon the entire population of Geneva had entered the fray.

"As the cannons roared the Savoyard army was driven back and forced to flee, and in the morning the Genevans, who lost 18 of their fellow citizens, gathered in the churches to give thanks to God for having saved them from such grave danger."


The Escalade happens across a weekend in the middle of December when the network of streets that once sat inside the wall play host to markets, parades and walking tours with cannons fired to recreate the battle and locals dressed in the costumes of the day.

"The occasion is marked by three days of events, during which the (residents) recreate life at it was at the end of the 17th century in the Old Town and cathedral area," the brochure notes.

"The celebrations are brought to a close on Sunday evening, with a historical procession that paints a vivid picture of the people of Geneva at the time of the Escalade."

I arrived in Geneva late this afternoon, and wandered into the Old Town just as the people who were going to take part in the procession were gathering and starting to make their way to the starting point in the Parc du Bastions.

As I explored, passing stalls set up outside shops to selling hot soup and other warm treats, the drum and fife bands that would march later in the evening were warming up by marching through the streets and pausing to play for the gathering crowds.

In the narrow lanes, with medieval terrace houses sitting just a few metres apart across the antique cobbles, the pulse-like beat of the drum and high whistle of a chorus of fifes echoed through the neighbourhood.


The parade started not long after the sun set on Geneva, with a team of teenagers holding burning torches to light the route, and more than 800 people all dressed in period costume weaved through the city passing those locations that were so important during that night in 1602 when the people fought off an army.


Sunday, December 18, 2011

A table with a view

THIS is the table I occupied at breakfast this morning.

I took a magazine to read while I enjoyed my bacon and eggs, but I didn't even get to the first page as the view was far more interesting than anything inside my glossy travel publication.

The sun doesn't rise here until a little after 8am, with the soft pink of the dawn hanging in the sky for another hour or so, and this morning the pastel shade was still hovering near the horizon as I ate.

Food is a highlight of a Club Med stay, with an extensive buffet served three times a day, and it isn't hard to spend a couple of hours lingering over a meal and talking to the staff who came from all over the world to work at the new holiday resort.

There are four dining rooms at Club Med Valmorel, one decorated in honour of each season, and this room is an ode to summer.

And I can only imagine what the view must be like in the warm months when the alpine pastures are covered in a carpet of wildflowers.

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Mmmm, macarons


I JUST had my first real French macaron, and it was delightful.

The outside was defiantly hard and broke with a firm crackle, the interior was a deep shade of rose and enticingly gooey, there was a light gel in the middle that exploded in my mouth with a burst of pink, and the flavor was beautifully sweet and tasted just like the colour.

Before today I didn't understand what all the fuss was about, but now I get it.

Now that I've had a real French macaron I will never again be able to eat the imitations they make at home, just like Italy spoiled me for pizza.

And, just to settle any arguments, I asked the French chef how to pronounce the name of the sweet treet and he said it was as mac-a-ron not a mac-a-roon.

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Friday, December 9, 2011

Another first

ANOTHER first for me today.

A few months ago I was the first passenger to sit in the fifth row of the brand new Qantas 737-800 called Tamworth, and now I'm the first guest to occupy room 3030 at the brand new Club Med resort in the French Alps.

I'm the very first person to sleep in the bed, watch the television, sit on the balcony to enjoy the view along the valley to the jagged peaks in the distance, soak in the bath, and hang my clothes in the wardrobe.


Club Med Valmorel sits at the top of a winding Tour de France-style road, an hour south of Albertville which hosted the Winter Olympics in 1992, in the heart of the Savoie region of the French Alps.

The sprawling complex, which can accommodate 1000 guests in 446 four-trident rooms and five-trident suites, took 18 months to build and cost a whopping $113 million which is an achievement when you consider how the GFC has restricted credit for property development.

When it comes to winter sports the location couldn't be better, with Club Med Valmorel part of the Valle de la Tarentaise with famous alpine stations like Couchevel, Meribel, Col de la Madeleine and Val d'Isere just some of the neighbors.


Hudry Laurent, technical director at the Club Med Valmorel ski school, says the resort is in the heart of the alpine region that's accommodates around 60 per cent of the skiing that happens in the French Alps.

"Valmorel is one of the youngest ski areas in France, it was only established 36 years ago, and it's in the Vallee de la Tarentaise which is home to famous resorts like Three Valleys and Val d'Isere,'' Mr Laurent explains.

''Our guests can use all the runs at Valmorel as well as the neighbouring resort at St Francoise Longchamp, which is just over the mountain and accessible by gondolas and chairlifts from here, and the Col de la Madeleine is an hour away.

"Valmorel is in a circle (of peaks), so when the snow is coming the clouds stay in this area longer, we get more snow than some of the other areas nearby and that is a peculiarity of Valmorel.

"Three days ago it was completely green here, because France just had the warmest autumn for a century, but it started snowing earlier this week and we had 70cm in just two days so we are ready to open the mountain when we open Club Med Valmorel."


Club Med is describing the new retreat at Valmorel as its ''flagship upscale ski resort'' and explaining its unique in the company's stable of European properties because it has a collection of kid's clubs that cater to all ages from babies to teenagers and features four and five-trident rooms under one roof.

It was designed and built using the stone and wood that is preferred in this ''valley of the mountain people'', and with the internal spaces decorated in warm tones it is a cosy space to be when it turns white and cold outside.


If you would like to see more photos of Club Med Valmorel check out my Picasa gallery...https://picasaweb.google.com/116491940236006958570/ClubMedValmorel

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