Germany on a coach

Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.

The furthest I’ve traveled was to Germany on a coach. I went on a wine tasting trip with my mom. It was a four day trip and it was a bit disappointing because I had a cold.

We drove a long way from the Midlands through London to Dover. We waited for ages to get on the ferry, then across to Calais. I remember staying on deck on a cold wet afternoon because my mom had seasickness. Then on through France and Belgium to Germany. I noticed the countryside was similar to Britain but the electricity pylons looked completely different. Much sturdier and solid instead of our criscross filigree style. By then the cold was getting to me and I slept until we stopped at a petrol station and I tried to ask for aspirin, but used the wrong phrase ‘haben du’ informal, instead of ‘haben sie’, I didn’t know I was being over familiar.

One of our coach passengers thought we had gone into East Germany? Why, I don’t know, he was a bit odd.

After two days tasting (and snuffling) various wines and realising I liked ‘qualitatsvein mit pradikat’ the best. We had a trip on the Rhine, and to a cuckoo clock shop, and to a bridge over the Rhine to see statues of the Rhine maidens I think? Mom and I came home on the coach again. Just starting to feel better, the best bit was watching ‘the hunt for red october’ on TVs on the coach!

Germany

Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.

I went on a wine tasting weekend once. I was on a coach trip and we visited some wineries in the Rhine region. I bought a few bottles of the lovely ‘qualitats wine mit pradicat’ I think that’s how it’s written.

We visited during a holiday weekend so some shops were shut, but everyone we met was friendly. I tried to ask for aspirin for my cold (which made wine tasting difficult). But I said ‘haben du asperin bitte’ and was told I should have said ‘ haben sie’ because ‘du’ is too familiar and only used with close family and friends?

We saw the Rhine and I think a statue of the Rhine maidens from a bridge over the river gorge. We visited a cuckoo clock shop. It was early autumn and the mornings were frosty. Tiny villages clung to the sides of steep hills above the river. It was lovely.

always an artist

Daily writing prompt
When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I always drew for as long as I can remember and I knew I wanted to  be an artist. I stuck drawings up on my bedroom walls as I got older, i would copy pictures of Asterix the Gaul, or draw Elizabethan people with ruffs round their necks and wonderful clothing. When the walls got covered I strung string across my side of the bedroom and hung my drawings and paintings on with clothes pegs or sellotape. As I got better at art I was asked to do a painting for one of the deputy head teachers who was retiring. I remember painting portraits of some of my school mates as if they were in the school playground in clothes that would look very old fashioned now. Eventually one of my paintings got sent to a display of childrens art in our twin town in Germany. That was a big highlight of school life. Luckily I got to go to art college, and here I am, still doing art all these decades later!

Glass of wine

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I went to Germany on a wine tasting visit in the 1990’s. It was overland and by ferry, so it took about twelve hours on the coach. Plus I had a bad cold, so it wasn’t the best trip. However I enjoyed it and bought home a German glass. I got that and a small cookoo clock to bring home as souvenirs. One man that travelled with the tour was convinced we had gone over the border into East Germany. He was quite strange. We were actually going to the Rhine area.

We went in the autumn and the trees were changing colour, we went along the mosel River and sampled ‘qualitatswein mit pradicat’ if I remember correctly. The sun set an hour earlier because we were in a different time zone. We enjoyed a trip on a river boat, and to a winery. The steep valleys and winding roads were spectacular.

On our way back we watched the film ‘the hunt for red October’ on the coach TV’s that was the first, and last time I have watched TV while travelling.