Tuesday 4 November 2014

Scandinavia

Bonjour! 
So after only working for a week, we were treated with a two week break for half term. I was determined to make the most of all free time in France we decided to plan a ten day trip, travelling around Scandinavia. I love Scandinavia. The people are lovely,  it’s filled with those quintessential European cobbled streets that I love so much and it’s not such a tourist hub that it’s impossible to get anywhere without a battering ram (cough Paris).

COPENHAGEN
My trip started in Denmark where I met my friend Emily in Copenhagen airport and we immediately headed into the city centre to find our hostel. The original plan was to go to a Deaf Havana gig, but naturally the tour was cancelled after I’d booked flights and accommodation. Mildly infuriating, but Copenhagen’s a beautiful city regardless. We’d made a detailed pan of where we were going to ensure we made it to the ‘must see’ parts, since we were in the city for just under 24 hours. We started by heading to the Rundetårn & after climbing to the top had a beautiful panoramic view of the city. I’m a sucker for city views and would definitely recommend walking up the steep ramp inside the tower to get to the top – it’s a novel alternative to 42m worth of steps. Ingenious. Next we wondered down to the Rosenborg castle and were honestly a bit surprised by how tiny it was. Nice to look at, but a bit anticlimactic after wandering through the relatively impressive grounds, but whatever.

On our way to Amalienborg (the Royal family’s main residence) we stopped by Frederiks Kirke, a vast, white church with a domed roof and eventually found ourselves in the courtyard of the royal palace.  Considering it’s the Danish equivalent of Buckingham Palace, complete with a changing of the guard, I marvelled at the fact that there was probably only about six people there. None of the twenty deep crowds you’d find standing outside the gates of Queen Lizzy’s house trying to catch a glimpse of a Bearskin hat.  Despite being Denmark’s capital city, Copenhagen felt small and quaint, with none of the urgency I’ve found in other capitals like London or Paris, and it was lovely to look around popular spots without awkwardly being in the back of countless other people’s photos.

By this point it was getting quite cold as we walked along the water to get to the Little Mermaid, probably the most famous (and smallest) tourist spot in Copenhagen. We wandered through Kastellet and eventually saw her tiny figure in the distance. She’s a tough cookie, having often had limbs/heads removed for various political/social protests so it was nice to see her in one piece, even if she does look fairly miserable.

We’d finished our itinerary by about 18:30 and so decided to turn back on ourselves and walk back up the waterside to get to Nyhavn (that harbour with the colourful houses that’s on literally every postcard, ever). Obviously, there had to be at least one clumsy disaster, this time taking form in me nearly falling backwards into a really deep fountain; much to the delight/fear of a small group of American tourists. Well played Miles. Anyway, we eventually reached Nyhavn and fully understood why it’s the most popularly used image of the city. It’s gorgeous – an abundance of fairy lights and Balamory-esque buildings reflected in the water, in between the multitude of boats lined up in the harbour. We decided to eat in one of the many adorable restaurants and thoroughly enjoyed sitting down after a long day of walking around.

Unfortunately our second day was a bit less successful. We woke up to absolutely horrible weather – a torrential downpour that could rival Manchester in winter, and naturally I’d forgotten to bring an umbrella. But we still headed out with hopes of visiting the Church of our Saviour and climbing the spire but unluckily it was closed due to the downpour. Already absolutely soaked at 10am, we then walked over to Christiana, a lawless, hippy free town where anything goes due to technically being an autonomous area within the city. It’s a weird and wonderful place, definitely a bit unsettling since it’s unclear if the locals want visitors wandering around or not, but the colourful, man-made houses and murals are truly beautiful. There’s signs all around the main and busiest street refusing photographs, no doubt so people cannot be accounted for whatever goes on there, but due to the terrible weather and early hour there was hardly anyone there, which if anything made it even more unnerving.

Desperate to get out of the rain, we decided to go to a nearby museum. Nearby as in about two centimetres away on our map, which unfortunately resulted in ninety minutes of hitting dead ends/road works/the literal end of the road into the water and eventually gave up. Thoroughly drenched we went back to the metro stop in search of a café we’d been recommended – cue more aimless wandering in the rain and eventually giving up again. With half a lake oozing out of my shoes, we made it back to the airport at about 15:00 and went our separate ways to board our separate planes, Emily's back to Manchester, mine back to Paris CDG. Such a busy but such a good 24 hours!









STOCKHOLM
After a one day pit stop back in Le Mans to pack and pick up my housemate Alicia, I was reunited with Paris CDG for our flight to Stockholm, Sweden. We arrived in the afternoon and after dumping our bags in a hostel seemingly home to all of Stockholm's nutters headed straight out into the nippy Swedish air. The best view of the city is supposedly from the top of the city hall, which is annoyingly closed in the colder months. But never fear, I'd found a path online which all the locals raved about for the view and was conveniently only about twenty minutes away from our hostel. The locals were right. The view was impeccable and we only saw a handful of people as we soaked it up. Then we walked down the steepest hill I've ever seen and eventually made it to Gamla Stan, Stockholm's old town, which to be honest isn't that old. But it's lovely to walk through and we determinedly tracked down an affordable looking restaurant for the obligatory Swedish meatballs. A meal that's definitely in the top five that I've ever consumed. 

While in Scandinavia, we were really lucky that our days in each country often coincided with the days where museums had free entry - a big bonus when we were absolutely skint in some of the most expensive countries in Europe. Our first free museum was the Nobel Prize centre in the heart of Gamla Stan and we rushed in out of the cold completely by chance on Mr Nobel's birthday. As a result it was quite busy but to be honest a bit naff, interesting-ish but I'd have been pretty peeved had I paid the usual 70 SEK admission (about £7). We then found a pub and sat with cider for a while before heading back to hostel.

The next day we headed straight to the Vasa Museum, supposedly one of the best museums in the world and home to a fully intact warship from 1628 who had her first and last voyage all in the same day. It sounds like a niche thing to visit but it was truly remarkable. The guided tour was interesting, as well as the other exhibitions in the building and it was surreal to stand next to a 172ft high, ornate battle ship. I'd definitely recommend it and the entrance fee's not too bad either (if you've got a student card!). Our next port of call was Skansen, a huge open air 'museum' and zoo with native Scandinavian animals and a plethora of old Swedish buildings. A bit like Beamish but colder and with brown bears and seals. The seals were the absolute highlight of my trip with their adorable faces and strops at feeding time when they weren't being thrown fish fast enough. So cute and so exciting to see one of my favourite animals so close. I'm generally opposed to keeping wild animals in captivity but here the enclosures were absolutely huge and they were all obviously well looked after. Ten points to Sweden.

After Skansen, we went on a magical mystery tour trying to find the city hall but eventually had to turn back to make it to the Swedish History Museum in time for the free entrance fee. It was relatively interesting and it gave us a chance to get out of the cold, enjoy decent tea and later on decent free wi-fi (priorities). We were reluctant to leave Stockholm, it felt so homely and yet so new and so I caught the bus back to the airport thinking of where I want to visit if I get the chance to go back.






HELSINKI
Next stop was Helsinki, Finland. I'd wanted to go for years, honestly since Lordi won Eurovision in 2006, and so was really excited as we walked through the airport and found the bus stop. Sadly everything went down hill from there. To begin with it was really cold. As in snow on the ground and icicles hanging from buildings cold. That wouldn't have bothered us had we been able to get straight onto the bus into the city centre. Instead we stood and shivered in our layers, scarves, wooly hats, thick coats and boots for about half an hour until a bus finally arrived with enough space for us to squeeze on. After checking in to the hostel, bizarrely right in the middle of Helsinki's Olympic stadium we headed out to enjoy what little daylight we had left, with a vague plan of where we wanted to visit on our first day. Firstly, Helsinki just feels weird. Like you're constantly on the set of some independent Scandinavian film with bland colours and desolate streets. I don't know if we just never found the right parts of the city but there was a very strong industrial feeling and it definitely felt like a place to live rather than visit. But I'm glad I went. We began by trying to find the Sibelius monument, a truly bizarre metal sculpture for the composer of the same name, which was on the list of top ten things to visit in Helsinki. Bit weird, but it certainly got us into the spirit of what to expect in this bizarre country.

Next on the list was the Temppeliaukio Church, a church that basically looks like a UFO has crashed into a giant slab of rock and is supposedly something you absolutely shouldn't miss. I don't really understand why. It was closed when we got there (naturally), but when we returned the next day we were even more confused as to why it's such a big deal. The interior has been excavated and built straight out of the bedrock and inside it just feels a bit odd. Modern with purple mood lighting and yet filled with generic churchiness. Bizarre. After our failed first visit we thought we'd try and see the Cathedral while it was still relatively light. In my research I knew we had to get a tram/metro/bus to it which is where our day got really, really bad. Although I'm sure the public transport in Helsinki is perfectly adequate, I've never experienced a system more confusing. What we thought was an underground metro system turned out to be an overground tram line which we just couldn't understand. Having spent about an hour struggling with the map it was now pitch black and so we decided to abandon the Cathedral and go to a pub we'd be recommended and asked a policeman how to get there. Again, there was lots of aimless wandering and getting very lost. Did I mention it was cold? Now it was absolutely freezing. We passed by dozens of pleasant looking pubs but kept on trying to find a library-esque place I'd been told was the best place to go. When we finally tracked down it turned out to be exactly the same as the countless other places we'd passed with a few books on the wall. But the food was alright and they served the Swedish cider we'd tried to find in Stockholm to no avail, so it wasn't all bad. Of course we had no idea how to get back to the hostel and ended up spending far too long standing in a tram stop we hoped would take us in the right direction whilst also trying not to die of frost bite.

The next day was much better. We made it to the Cathedral (beautiful), the Uspenski Cathedral (also beautiful), went up the Olympic tower for the view of the city (big fan), guzzled down hot chocolate (much appreciated) and walked round the National Museum of Finland. Annoyingly we'd spent all day thinking it was Thursday rather than Friday and so missed the National History museum's free entry and late opening hours (did I mention everything in Scandinavia closes at 16:00?) and so we went back to the hostel ridiculously early to plan out our stay in Oslo.

Our flight to Oslo was at 7:15am and so we left the hostel at 4:30am to find the airport bus. Absolutely exhausted and irritated by the fools staying in our hostel room (if you've never made a bed before please don't let your first time be in a room with 10 other people at one in the morning ugh). The useless receptionist gave us the worst directions I've ever received and so we ended up lost in Helsinki in the middle of the night, well aware that the first bus at 5am was the only chance we'd have of making our flight on time. Eventually we gave in and taxi-ed it to the bus stop which would have definitely been at least a 60 minute+ walk, none of the 'ten minute's round the corner' spiel we'd been given. But thankfully we made the flight and were on our way to Oslo.





Rock Church

OSLO
We were only in Oslo for a day, so it was lucky we landed at 7:45am, giving us the entirety to wander round Norway's capitol city. Whilst we'd run out of things to do in Helsinki there was almost too much to do in Oslo. We went to a Viking museum, a Norwegian Folk museum and a Polar Expedition museum (all of which were v. good) and then after 16:00 when everything closed down we wandered around the city and saw all of the famous monuments/buildings from the outside. We wandered around the grounds of the Royal Palace and admired the building itself (it's weird how all the royal palaces I've seen are virtually identical), walked down to the city hall and stumbled upon some strange street festival where everyone was singing Pharrell songs, found the National Theatre and the building where they present the Nobel Peace Prize, found some Norwegian trolls and walked along the harbour until we got to the Akershus Fortress. The fortress gave us an incredible view of the city and we sat there for a while to rest our slowly dying feet before walking over to the Opera house. The Opera house is a strange building to say the least, shaped like a wave to appear like it's rising out of the water and due to it's weird shape you can walk up it and stand on the roof. By this point it was getting dark and we decided to climb to the top as the sun set over Oslo. It was beautiful watching the city gradually get darker and definitely the best way to end the trip.






THE BIGGEST PIG I HAVE EVER SEEN.




Miles out. X

Sunday 12 October 2014

28 Days Later

FINALLY, WE HAVE INTERNET.  After over a week of hiding out on le Mcdo/hanging out in the bibliotheque/being creeped out by the guy in the Telecom place I can finally post a blog post from the comfort of my own home. Hooray. I never quite realised how dependant I was on the t’old interwebz until I had to sort out a shed load of pointless university paperwork via email, sort out an annoying French phone contract online, be kept up to date with when and where I have to be in Le Mans and generally mourn all the Doctor Who/Bake Off I was missing. But a week ago, Alicia, Annika & I all crowded round the beloved router and grinned like idiots for the following twenty four hours when it lit up green and our laptops sprang into life (cue not seeing each other for about three days).

Since getting internet I’ve tried my best to be a productive human, much to France’s general disinterest and dismissal. But after too many painful conversations and exasperating email exchanges I finally have a bank card, fully functioning French SIM card & a library card that doesn’t expire every four days (weird) – side note, the library here is absolutely incredible; we don’t understand how a tiny city can have a building bursting with literally every book/CD/DVD you could ever need. HAPPINESS.

Anyway, since my last post I’ve started and finished work formation, found my favourite boulangerie, been out for multiple lunches/drinks with the other assistants and spent half a day colouring in and cutting out shapes for a fake lesson plan. Despite my initial panic over having to hang out with six year olds, I think I could definitely get used to it if I get to constantly play with felt tip pens while repeating “I come from England”. I’ve also thrown myself into planning upcoming travels with the Erasmus grant I’ll probably never receive (damn you UoM) and am counting down the days until we get paid. After much bargain hunting, I’ll be spending the upcoming Toussaint half term break briefly with my friend Emily in Copenhagen and then with my housemate Alicia in Stockholm, Helsinki and Oslo, followed by a four day trip to Barcelona to see Placebo (I AM SO EXCITED). Let’s take a moment of gratitude for nasty hostels, Megabus & 27 flights.

I also visited my friend Jennifer in Paris a few weeks ago for her 21st, where we went to the Catacombs and Pere Lachaise Cimitière – a relatively morbid way to celebrate a birthday, but whatever. There’s probably a metaphor in there somewhere. We queued for about two and a half hours for the Catacombs, but it was definitely worth the wait (if not only for the busker playing Daft Punk the whole way). It was pretty surreal being in such a small space surrounded by so many skeletons and it definitely took a while to get the used to the idea that we were literally surrounded by human remains; leg bones delicately stacked in perfectly tessellated piles with skulls carefully wedged in between. Pretty odd. I ended up going back to Paris this weekend for a gig with my housemate, so we spent yesterday at the Eiffel Tower before heading to the Café Des Deux Moulins from the film Amélie for  lunch and to be crushed by the swarms of people in Montmartre for some market/festival/wine thing that we’d had no idea about. After much elbowing and metro hopping we made it to the fanciest concert venue I’ve ever been to - punk/progressive bands are unlikely to play in a three story, marble palace in England, s’all I’m saying – to see Antemasque who put on a pretty decent show.

Now I’m back in Le Mans with a cup of tea, letting my feet recover from the hiking I put them through yesterday; those hills in Montmartre aren’t pleasant. Next week I finally start work and observing classes (gulp) before properly starting after the half tern break, not bad to say I’ve been here a month!

A+


 
Bibliotheque

Crêpes in bed, ftw.

Eiffel Tower














Friday 26 September 2014

Everything’s Coming Up Mil(es)house



BONJOUR!

I’ve now been in Le Mans for just under two weeks and it’s possibly been the most hectic two weeks of my life thus far. With a to-do list about a mile long, it’s been a matter of trawling through countless apartment avertissements, contacting countless landlords and receiving countless rejections due to our lack of [insert name of absolutely useless/irretrievable document here]. Finally, after about three days of endless googling & ogling estate agents windows, we stumbled upon a new ad for a three bedroom house right in the city centre and the following day were on our way to view it. Turns out our landlady, lovely, chic & slightly terrifying Sabine, only rents the place out to students and threw her middle finger up to French bureaucratic nonsense & required hardly any paperwork. RESULT. The house is truly beautiful, somehow managing to look like a withered old cottage from the outside and yet utterly modern on the inside. It’s partially attached to Sabine’s house (the fanciest house I have EVER seen), and so we’ve come to the assumption that we’re probably living in the old servant’s quarters. But that’s fine.  

So a few days ago, we packed up our temporary flat & almost broke ourselves (& actually broke Alicia’s case) trying to avoid the dog merde as we dragged our bursting suitcases to our new address. Since then it’s been an endless cycle of arranging rendez-vous, whether it be with the bank, the internet provider or the truly delightful creperie down the road, gabbling in words we hope are French and leaving with half a forest’s worth of paperwork.  Thankfully, it hasn’t been in vain. I now have a French bank account, the sim card for my French contract’s in the post and we should have fully functioning wifi within two weeks. Until then we’ve taken to lurking in Mcdonalds (as I am now) and befriending a crazy man who runs an internet/Telecom place.

In between the bureaucratic argy bargy, I’m also starting to fall in love with this new city. It’s not too big to be an overbearing labyrinth and yet not too small to be bored by within a few hours. I love the way that really old cathedrals & buildings randomly appear around street corners and manage to seamlessly fit in with their modern counterparts. I spent my first day getting lost in the Cité Plantagenet  - a maze of really old houses which look over the Sarthe river – and eventually found a really nice spot next to the water to sit with a book & obligatory first day croissant. Big fan of rivers.

Last weekend was le Patrimoine, where a lot of the normally inaccessible monuments/buildings are opened up for the public. We took the opportunity to have a wander round Cathédrale St Julien, which in itself is a beautiful building, not all that impressed by the usually locked rooms though, not gonna lie. Then we popped up to La Musée de Tessé and took advantage of the unusually free entry to be very confused by a French tour guide wittering away in the ancient Egyptian section, walk up and down about a thousand stairs and be highly amused by Peter Capaldi’s doppelganger in a painting from some era that I wasn’t paying any attention to. That night we returned to the cathedral and Cité Plantagenet for La Nuit des Chimères , which was about as bizarrely French as France can be, and watched all manner of strange images be projected onto the buildings, accompanied by some of the creepiest music imaginable. Quite odd.

& thus concludes this half-hearted attempt at a blog post. Very much looking forward to starting work now, and meeting the other assistants when they arrive - as well as our third flat mate. Hi Annika!  I’ve still got loads of nonsensical university paperwork to do but I’ve had enough of paperwork for this week (& possibly forever).

A plus,
X


Cité Plantagenet

View of the city

La Sarthe 

Best galette ever. 

Someone was obviously having a much better time than us in Muséee de Tessé...

PETER CAPALDI <3

Cathédrale St Julien

Nuit des Chimeres

HOUSE <3

Ma nouvelle chambre <3


Monday 15 September 2014

Castleford, UK → Le Mans, FR. Eleven hours & 547 miles.


BONJOUR A TOUS!

I've arrived in Le Mans! After months of filling in endless paperwork, half heartedly packing a suitcase and saying temporary goodbyes to friends and family, it never occurred to me that today would actually happen. But happen it did. This morning I said goodbye to my parents and pets (sob sob, I miss you, Columbus!) and felt a bit like Bilbo Baggins as he starts his adventure to the Lonely Mountain. Unfortunately, a group of dwarves and an elderly wizard didn't barge into my house with a contract to sign, and I instead received an arrêté de nomination/work contract in the post a few weeks ago, informing me that I'd be carrying out my year abroad in Le Mans, a small city in between Paris and Nantes. I'll be teaching English as a British Council English Language Assistant in three primary schools, with ages ranging from three to eleven. Yesterday, I found out how old a three year old actually is and now I'm absolutely terrified; having a slight phobia of small children could make this job VERY interesting.

Earlier this afternoon I hopped on a plane from Leeds Bradford Airport to Paris CDG, and shortly after, a TGV train to Le Mans. I decided to splash out on first class with the additional, truly bank-breaking €2 on top of the ticket price and I've well and truly fallen in love with trains all over again. No more nasty Northern Rail, these chaps are BEAUTIFUL. I heaved my suitcase - just under the 22kg weight limit, self-five! - onto the top shelf of the racks and enjoyed ninety minutes in my own armchair with a good book and marvelled at the passing French countryside. Parfait.

I was picked up at the station by one of my lovely responsables and a few short minutes into our conversation gave me the crushing realisation that despite studying it for nine years, French will always be an absolute nightmare. Cependant, I'm certainly looking forward to improving it, regardless of how many awkward situations I have to endure - I'm sure there will be many. I'd been in the hotel reception less than a minute and somehow managed to fall over a plant pot, almost resulting in a nose-carpet situation and being crushed by 22kg of rolled up clothing, European plug adapters and Yorkshire teabags. No-one said a word.

Hopefully with a little less clumsiness - unlikely - I'm planning on spending tomorrow wandering around my new city, while I wait for another assistant, Alicia, to arrive so we can move into our temporary flat. Then the fun jobs like finding long term accommodation, opening a bank account and even more paperwork can start, how exciting! 

It still doesn't feel real that my year abroad has actually started, despite writing this from my French hotel room, whilst watching a bizarre rendition of dubbed, French Criminal Minds. The next nine or so months seem like an absolute age, but it terrifies me that they'll be over in hardly any time at all. I'm determined to make the most of it, and have spent far too much of Summer planning trips to Copenhagen, the Northern Lights, the Berlin Film Festival, Barcelona and as many French cities as I can get to. As David Tennant’s 10th doctor used to say before hurling himself into some catastrophic, intergalactic, mine field, ‘ALLONNNNNNNS-Y’.

Let’s hope it’s exactly twice as exciting. X

Packed!

Manchester plane - missing my favourite, rainy city.