Day 17 Waterloo

Bubba is on day 17 of his quest to go somewhere east.  Heading back from the Ypres area toward Brussels, we passed near the battlefield at Waterloo.

On June 18, 1815 The forces of France led by Napoleon Bonaparte met the European forces aligned against him led by Wellington and Blucher near the hamlet of Waterloo in Belgium.  We could not pass this area by without a stop.

            Battlefields generally look like an empty field and you have to use your imagination to reconstruct things.  Waterloo is a little different.  In spite of being 200 years ago, there are still some relics and, over the centuries, new sites have been laid out.  A little Bubba sized person like me has problems seeing such a vast area but I’m told there is a platform where I can get a better overall view.  It was easy to find, up by the big lion.

Waaaay Up

How do I get up there? Oh look, a staircase. Just a few steps to go.

But once you get to the top, you get a great overall view of the area with a chart showing the battlefield highlights.

The mound was put in about ten years after the battle, so things were still pretty fresh. Left on the site are a farm that figured prominently, another farmhouse where Napoleon spent the night prior to the battle. There is also a Panorama housed in a round building put in about 100 years ago and a great museum. They chose to build the museum mostly underground so as to not interfere with the views.

                We stopped off at the museum and there was the man himself. Kicked back in a chair checking the polish on his boots.

          I like the cut of those uniforms. The beats my shirt any day and they get some pretty cool hats instead of this peg thing on my head.

Hey guys!! Do you have a place for me? I’m looking for a laid back position, with maybe some built in nap time.

             It must be time to leave now. I’ll go look at the farmhouse where the Emperor spent the night prior to the big battle.
His bed and desk are still there.

He must have left in a hurry. He didn’t make the bed. One more stop to pay homage at the spot that was the last stand on Napoleon’s Old Guard.

Back to Brussels for a brief stop before boarding a plane and heading east again.
Travel tip: The world is so rich in history. With a little research, you can find some bit of history, a notable place, a tiny museum, near to anywhere you happen to be standing. Give yourself some time to hunt out these places so you can visit and enhance your trip that much more.

Day 15? 16? Ypres, Belgium

The next part was pretty serious.  Bubba didn’t come out much because we spent several days in WWI battlefields.  The scope of the slaughter was stunning and the cemeteries dotted here and there, filled with fallen youth was sobering and a real eye opener of the extent of the loss of life from that war.

Tyne Cot Graves

     There are nearly 12,000 graves in this cemetery, named Tyne Cot, alone. The cemetery is located on the battlefield and some of the fortifications were incorporated into the memorial.   Remains are still being unearthed in the area and are reburied with honors.  If they can be identified, their names are removed from the ranks of the missing.

     The names of the missing just from this area have been inscribed on a memorial at the Menin Gate but they ran out of room.  Tyne Cot’s walls are inscribed with a further 35,000 names of missing from the battles held near here.   

Wall of the Missing

     100 years on and the families of those lost still visit and leave reminders that these were real people with families and descendants they never knew.

     There are several places where the trenches have been preserved.  You can get a tiny taste of what life on the battlefield was like.  

     At the time, the trees were all blown away and during the height of the fighting, the trenches would be filled with water and deep mud.  

     The Menin Gate, located in the city of Ypres, was the medieval entrance to the city.   During the war, it was a strategically contested area and the city was devastated. The gate was restored as a memorial to the missing from the battles held here.  Over 54,000 names were inscribed before they ran out of space. 

     Since the opening of the gate as a memorial a ceremony has been held at 8:00 PM every evening. When the area was occupied by Germans in WWII, the ceremony was suspended until it was liberated.  The ceremony was continued with the sounds of the second world war in the background. 

     Shortly before eight every night, the street is closed and the crowds begin to gather.  At eight sharp silence descends and a bugler sounds the last post as a group of veterans dips their flags. Families lay wreaths and units are honored.  When we were there, a family from Australia, escorted by soldiers from the lost soldier’s Australian unit, laid down their wreath.  

 

     The missing and the lost and their families to this day, made their sacrifices in the “War to End All Wars”, so their decedents would know only peace.  We must not forget the sacrifices they made for our sake.

 

 

 

Day 13 Or so Bruges, Belgium

Bubba started from Sacramento California 13 days ago.  He vowed to go east as far as he could.  He is now going west in order to go east again.  It made sense at the time.

I parked the rental car in the square next to the truck.  It won’t stand out.  Nobody will figure out I’m an American.  Just a couple of Belgian cars, right?

I wish this was the rental!

We were welcomed by this stylish, sinister gent and his two ladies.  The guy on the far right seems to have his doubts about this group.

Monsieur Sinister and his ladies seem to be watching me.  Maybe not.  I’m sure they are just local citizens out for a stroll.

Bruges is another city where the old buts up against the really old.

  The art and architecture blend into a space where you walk around with your head back and your mouth open.

I feel like someone unusual is watching me.   Wait, no, nobody unusual here.

I found this guy and shook his hand.  He looked like a good guide I asked if he would be my friend and he said it looked like the beginnings of a beautiful friendship.

He said his name was Rick Blaine and he had a little café in Casablanca.  He showed me some of the old and new and new old buildings.  Plenty of light, plenty of windows.

Whoa! Sometimes you shouldn’t look in the windows.  Are we back in Amsterdam??

Bruges has its own set of canals that give you a good view of some it the city’s finest buildings.

I still have that feeling of being followed.   Are peacocks waterfowl?

I mentioned the movie “Monuments Men” in the last post.  Bruges too has a work of art that was recovered by those WWII heroes.  The Madonna of Bruges by Michelangelo.

No joking to do here.  This is a work of art that truly leaves you standing still in front of it with no words to utter.   Its mere presence compels you to walk quietly and with reverence.

Straying into too much culture again.  I finally found a museum I like, The Bruges Beer Museum.  And I have a token!!

Now this is the stuff.  The Beer Museum gives you an iPad to guide you through and at the end you exchange it for three drink tokens or six if your companion doesn’t drink.

Properly beered up with for real Belgian Ale, it is time to put my earlier paranoia away about strangely garbed people following me away and get back to the hotel.

I sense a move to the east would be in order.

 

 

Day 9, 10 Amsterdam

Here we go, back in a plane and heading east once again.  I got on the plane, I got off the plane and I am now at my hotel.  The streets here are not paved with gold, they are paved with water.  I’m in Amsterdam.

 

Another beautiful city with a look of its own.  For most people, Amsterdam is a bike riding town.  For a Bubba sized bike, it would take some time to get around.  Amsterdam is also a great walking town. Moving too fast would mean missing the incredible views of all the unique Dutch architecture.

The people here are extremely tolerant and laid back.  To show wealth is seen as a sin by some while sins here come with a different definition.  Some of the houses here have funny red lights out in front.  I’m not sure what that means.

It is also a city of culture. The Rijksmuseum can be a several day distraction.  Many of “those paintings you only see in books” are located here.

   The Night Watch by Rembrandt is here.

 

And this painting by Vermeer.

That is one cute Amsterdamian girl!

Rick liked the library.

WOW! I found the girl pouring the milk.  How do you say, “Wanna party like a Dutch girl?”

Or how do you say, “Just kidding Millie my dear.”

After the museum, we went to a world famous sporting event.  “The World Cup!”  Well, sort of.

Amsterdam is one of those places where it is hard to take a bad picture.  It is a supermodel of European cities; it always photographs well.

As much as I like Amsterdam, I’m on a semi strict time schedule.  I must head east once more.

I’m tired of planes so the next step will be by train to…

Day 7, 8 More Time In Iceland

            Yesterday was spent in Reykjavik so, today, I’ll head out into the countryside.  There is a whole lot of beautiful nothing out here punctuated by occasional glaciers and geysers.

     This is a new land.  The result of volcanic activity in relatively recent times means there is very thin soil, not a lot of trees but lots of rocks.  It is said that if you spend the night in the lava flows, the trolls will come out to get you.  I saw them in Reykjavik and I think Rick has been converted.   

Glaciers feed rivers that create some waterfalls of gigantic proportions.  This one is Gullfoss, It is actually two waterfalls one on top of the other and set at about 90 degrees. 

A little too tall, too loud, and too deep for me.  This is more my size but is still impressive.

     Because this place is so new, there is a lot of volcanic activity around.  You can take a walk and notice that the ground seems to be smoking.

There is a local saying, “If this grounds a smokin’ don’t go a pokin’” meaning if you poke at the ground, you may get a surprise.

Uh, no Bubba.  That’s a geyser.  That’s what their job is.  There is no corny smokin’/pokin’ saying.

With all this hot water around, it gets used to provide power for the country.  Over a quarter of the electricity and almost 90% of the heating and hot water, comes out of the ground.

Along with that, they have some great hot spring bathing areas.  This is the Blue Lagoon, a product of the power plant in the background.

I got my armband and joined in.

Hey Look!  It’s Millie!  I can lounge hot spring side with her.

I could sit here all night. 

            Iceland has been a real treat.  It is another Bubba sized country but it is time again to head east.  Where next?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Still Eastbound, Day four, Day Five, A Wedding!!

            Niagara Falls.  The place of honeymoons and where Marylyn Monroe plotted murder in the film, Niagara.  Sinister wedding events abound.

            Heading a bit east from the falls I came to little town of Niagara on the Lake.  Just on the outskirts, there is a tiny, tiny church.

                                                                         It is not only small, it is the world’s smallest. 

                                    This chapel is Guinness book tiny.  This place is so small, they had to put the name on a sign out front.  It has been known to turn away basketball players due to height restrictions.  

 

                                              What can be done in a church that small?  I peeked inside and sure enough, there was a wedding going on.

            Yeah, that happened…again. 

That guy must have left his tux at home.

The minister and his wife posed for wedding photos.  They also doubled as best man, maid of honor, and wedding guests.  That about filled the place to capacity.  It is a tiny place when you have to go single file down the aisle.

            After the wedding what comes next?  The reception!  Or at least a trip to the pub for fish and chips and a pint of stout.

This was the Angel Inn on Niagara on the Lake. It was established in 1789 but this is the place after a remodeling in 1812.  The server told a tale of an uneasy guest.  In 1813, a Canadian militia officer, Captain Colin Swayze, missed out on the British retreat to hang with his new found lady friend.  He hid in a barrel in the cellar from the invading U.S. forces.  They entered the pub and probed the barrel with bayonets and pinned him to the spot forevermore.  He is said to roam the building but is harmless as long as the Union Jack flies over the building.

            The server gave me another pint to ease my fears.

Or not.  Must be time to head east again.  Where to now?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bubba Around–Day 3

            Heading east from Toronto, I came across, what I thought was a broken water pipe or maybe a flooded gutter.  Whatever it was, coming from the California drought, I knew someone was in big trouble.

                                              I was wrong!  This is Niagara Falls.  I took a closer look and saw a boat that would take me even closer.

            The problem was that it was on the other side of the water…in another country…Back in the USA.  I saw a bridge, maybe I can sneak in.

I figured if I crawled on the curvy bit, I could sneak over, get my ride, and sneak back before anyone knew.

            Note:  Bubba don’t play those games!  We don’t mess with Immigration or Customs from any country we visit.  The idea of a jail is not my idea of a good time.  The idea of a foreign jail is enough to melt the plastic off a little person.

I made it to the other side and climbed to the top of this tower to get a better view.

                                                The view was great but it looks a little wet and misty down there.  I can’t really see; I’ll have to get closer.

                                                              I saw a lot of people dressed in blue raincoats.  May I can score one from this nice lady.

                                                                            It’s a little big around the shoulders but there is my boat so I must hustle.

                                                                     The boat took me to the falls but this part looks a little rocky.

                                                                Hey look, there’s another place that looks a little more peaceful over there.

                                                                       Annnnd, maybe just a shade too rough.  I thought I’d give skiing a shot.

                                                              TOO ROUGH! TOO ROUGH!  TOO FOAMY!  GET ME BACK TO LAND!

                                                                                            Canada is that a way.  I’m heading back now.

                                                                                                   Back to the normalcy of Canada.

                                                                                        

Maybe heading east would be a better bet.

East to Day 4