In Mai und in Juni haben wir jeden Tag gesprochen: ich bin in deinem Leben hineingegangen und du bist in meinem Leben hineingegangen. In Juli haben wir mehrmals jeden Tag gesprochen: wir sind neben einemander bewegt. In August haben wir alles geteilt: wir waren in dasselbem Ort, du warst alles für mich.
Aber seit September entfernst du von mir, langsam aber ohne Pause, jeden Tag ein bisschen mehr, und jetzt, am Ende Oktober, bist du nur eine traurige Erinnerung im Nebel.
Du siehst aus, sehr glücklich ohne mich in deinem Leben zu sein. In Gegentail kann ich nicht an deine Abwesenheit gewöhnen.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Back to Frankfurt (but less than 72 hours)
After the work in Luxembourg, I decided to spend the weekend in Frankfurt, where I lived ten months last year, meeting some friends I left there. But getting there from Luxembourg was not that easy: air tickets cost more than 500 euros and the only alternatives are going by bus to the airport of Frankfurt-Hahn and afterwards by bus, again, to Frankfurt, or taking a train to Koblenz and then a second one to Frankfurt.
I chose the latter, what made me enjoy of a 4 hours trip through the Mosel and Rhine valleys. However, it was getting dark and I could not see much from the train. Besides, I was quite tired and not really looking forward to sightseeing. Anyway, my question is how it is possible that the only train link between two European financial major cities such as Luxembourg and Frankfurt is so slow. 240 kilometres in 2 hours does not look like a good average...
Just after arriving in Frankfurt, I went to dinner with Anda to a Mexican restaurant, where I had a burger, not very Mexican, to be honest.
On Saturday, Juan and I rented a car and went to Limburg and Weilburg. Limburg has a beautiful cathedral on top of a hill, what gives the town its famous image (see picture in this post). The city centre (Altstadt) is also remarkable, very typical with timbered houses and paved streets. Limburg is part of Jakob's Way ("Camino de Santiago" in Spanish) and that day it was a Jubileum day, so we might have won some indulgencies, after all.
My Lonely Planet guide of Germany said that it was possible to take a road following upstream river Lahn, reaching Weilburg in the end. This road is supposed to be very enjoyable (at least, much more than the highway). Well, our navigator did not agree with this idea and just sent us through the highway. So, we had a boring trip to our next destination: Weilburg.
Weilburg was quite an important city in the Middle Age, as it was home of the Nassau-Weilburg families. However, in current times, this significance has disappeared and one can feels that it is a city in certain decadence. However, the baroque palace uphill and the views of it from the hill in the other side of the river deserve the visit. From a certain point of view, Weilburg is like a little Heidelberg, isn't it?
But the most surprising of all is the shipping tunnel: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weilburg#Buildings. The ruling governor of the city decided to built it in order to avoid going around the peninsula in Weilburg and when we were in front of the tunnel, we both thought that it was too much, just too complicated for the XIXth century.
Saturday finished with a nice dinner in Wagner's, my favourite German restaurant in Frankfurt, where no other drink but "Apfelwein" is served, je, je, je.
On Sunday, I had a busy day: I had breakfast with Dominik and his 3-year-old son Luis; it is amazing how much Luis has changed since March, when I last met him. Nowadays, his German is much better than mine, for example. Then, I had lunch (or "brunch")
in the city centre with Urszula, surrounded by runners of the marathon. We were supposed to meet in Alte Oper but that was also an important point of the marathon and, in the end, it was not that easy... Finally, in the evening, I went back home to the aiport, since I was not feeling very well. In the VIP lounge, I met my big boss, who was in Frankfurt because he had taken part in the marathon, but could not finish it as he was injured: after 18 kilometres he had to give up...
By the way, can you see the runner to the right flying? He is not touching the ground at all.
To sum up, I had some great and amazing autumn days back in Luxembourg and Frankfurt...
I chose the latter, what made me enjoy of a 4 hours trip through the Mosel and Rhine valleys. However, it was getting dark and I could not see much from the train. Besides, I was quite tired and not really looking forward to sightseeing. Anyway, my question is how it is possible that the only train link between two European financial major cities such as Luxembourg and Frankfurt is so slow. 240 kilometres in 2 hours does not look like a good average...
Just after arriving in Frankfurt, I went to dinner with Anda to a Mexican restaurant, where I had a burger, not very Mexican, to be honest.
On Saturday, Juan and I rented a car and went to Limburg and Weilburg. Limburg has a beautiful cathedral on top of a hill, what gives the town its famous image (see picture in this post). The city centre (Altstadt) is also remarkable, very typical with timbered houses and paved streets. Limburg is part of Jakob's Way ("Camino de Santiago" in Spanish) and that day it was a Jubileum day, so we might have won some indulgencies, after all.My Lonely Planet guide of Germany said that it was possible to take a road following upstream river Lahn, reaching Weilburg in the end. This road is supposed to be very enjoyable (at least, much more than the highway). Well, our navigator did not agree with this idea and just sent us through the highway. So, we had a boring trip to our next destination: Weilburg.
Weilburg was quite an important city in the Middle Age, as it was home of the Nassau-Weilburg families. However, in current times, this significance has disappeared and one can feels that it is a city in certain decadence. However, the baroque palace uphill and the views of it from the hill in the other side of the river deserve the visit. From a certain point of view, Weilburg is like a little Heidelberg, isn't it?
But the most surprising of all is the shipping tunnel: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weilburg#Buildings. The ruling governor of the city decided to built it in order to avoid going around the peninsula in Weilburg and when we were in front of the tunnel, we both thought that it was too much, just too complicated for the XIXth century.Saturday finished with a nice dinner in Wagner's, my favourite German restaurant in Frankfurt, where no other drink but "Apfelwein" is served, je, je, je.
On Sunday, I had a busy day: I had breakfast with Dominik and his 3-year-old son Luis; it is amazing how much Luis has changed since March, when I last met him. Nowadays, his German is much better than mine, for example. Then, I had lunch (or "brunch")
in the city centre with Urszula, surrounded by runners of the marathon. We were supposed to meet in Alte Oper but that was also an important point of the marathon and, in the end, it was not that easy... Finally, in the evening, I went back home to the aiport, since I was not feeling very well. In the VIP lounge, I met my big boss, who was in Frankfurt because he had taken part in the marathon, but could not finish it as he was injured: after 18 kilometres he had to give up...By the way, can you see the runner to the right flying? He is not touching the ground at all.
To sum up, I had some great and amazing autumn days back in Luxembourg and Frankfurt...
Monday, October 26, 2009
Hidden Luxembourg
Firstly, the crow on the picture to the right was alive.Last week I went to Luxembourg for business. It was my third time there but in the previous ones I hardly found time to visit the town. In my first visit, in December last year, my plane landed in the middle of a snow storm quite late at night; all I can say about it is that I am very thankful to the skillful pilot of Luxair. I only had one hour to visit the town in the afternoon. My second visit was even shorter, since I flew back and forth from Frankfurt in the very same day, I only worked that day. This time, though, I had a whole morning for sightseeing.
Luxembourg is divided in several hills and the first remarkable feature about it is the huge bridges that it has. The one joining the city centre with the financial area (Kirchberg) is really one of the largest I have ever seen. But the cosiest one is that of the railway, surrounding the city centre and which provides very nice views of the city while on a train.
The city centre of Luxembourg has nothing outstanding to offer the visitor when compared with other cities in Europe. The cathedral, the Royal Palace, the town hall,... have nothing special in tourist terms. What is more, at eight in the evening it is totally empty, it seems not many people goes out for dinner in Luxembourg on Thursday evening (or that they do not go to the city centre for dinner). However, Petrusse valley, which surrounds the hill where the city centre lays, is worth a visit in autumn, when the leaves of the trees get a lot of different colors, ranging from green to yellow.
But the most amazing part of the city is around the Bock Casemates and Grund, downhill from the city centre. A walk close to the river and to the former abbey of Neu-münster is really quite pleasant and something unbelievable if you think that you are in the heart of one of the financial major cities in Europe. I strongly recommend a visit to Grund neighbourhood, since it is far away from the typical image we have in our mind when we listen the word "Luxembourg".
Something that struck me in this visit is that the three taxi drivers that I met were Portuguese and that even one of them told me that there are around 80.000 Portuguese living in Luxembourg... I do not wish to start a revolution, but maybe one day they can try to gain full control over the country. The second and last thing I would like to mention here is that in Luxembourg I never know whether I should speak German or French and, then, I always realize that my French needs some urgent refreshing...
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Marcio
Alcuni giorni fa ho letto che il figlio di Sarkozy è stato scelto per un posto molto importante in La Dèfense, il quartiere finanziario più importante di Parigi. Questo ragazzo di 23 anni è privo di esperienza e i suoi meriti finiscono con sei mesi di legge studiati alla università. Ovviamente il suo cognome diventa il suo attivo più valioso.
Qua soltanto un esempio della marcia politica europea. Berlusconi è una fonte infinita di esempi e anche Spagna ha una quantità importante ed eccessiva di politici marci (Ricardo Costa, per menzionare l'ultimo). Sicuramente Spagna sia il paese con i politici più corrotti e bugiardi di Europa.
In questi paesi, la attività politica è diventata un lavoro per quegli che non possono diventari ricchi o poderosi con il loro talento. I grechi hanno definito la politica per essere esercitata dai megliori della società, ma adesso questi fuggino come pazzi dalla politica, che è rimasta solo per quegli che non hanno vergogna ne scrupoli. Questa situazione mi intristisce perche significa la sconfitta dell'ideale greco. A volte, veramente sento di aver perso tutta speranza nella politica.
Fortunatamente, ci sono altre cose nella nostra vita che compensano questi sentimenti negative.
Qua soltanto un esempio della marcia politica europea. Berlusconi è una fonte infinita di esempi e anche Spagna ha una quantità importante ed eccessiva di politici marci (Ricardo Costa, per menzionare l'ultimo). Sicuramente Spagna sia il paese con i politici più corrotti e bugiardi di Europa.
In questi paesi, la attività politica è diventata un lavoro per quegli che non possono diventari ricchi o poderosi con il loro talento. I grechi hanno definito la politica per essere esercitata dai megliori della società, ma adesso questi fuggino come pazzi dalla politica, che è rimasta solo per quegli che non hanno vergogna ne scrupoli. Questa situazione mi intristisce perche significa la sconfitta dell'ideale greco. A volte, veramente sento di aver perso tutta speranza nella politica.
Fortunatamente, ci sono altre cose nella nostra vita che compensano questi sentimenti negative.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
El día en que conocí a la NBA
Hace casi una semana asistí en directo al partido entre el Real Madrid y los Utah Jazz, dentro de esa gira que cada verano hacen algunos equipos de la NBA con poco gancho, llamada NBA Live. Hay que tener en cuenta que he crecido viendo aquel irrepetible programa "Cerca de las estrellas", con el gran Ramón Trecet (grabándolo, eso sí, porque era de madrugada). Por lo tanto, tengo un cierto respeto reverencial por la NBA, especialmente por una de sus épocas más doradas: los años 80. Así que minutos antes de entrar al pabellón, estaba algo nervioso por encontrarme, por primera vez en mi vida, cara a cara con uno de los mitos de mi adolescencia.
Y tengo que admitir que quedé algo decepcionado. Me irritaron sobremanera la gran cantidad de tiempos muertos inútiles que hay, la música que ponen por los altavoces mientras el balón está en juego (me parece una falta de respeto hacia los jugadores), la obligación que parece haber para comer y beber como energúmenos mientras se ve el partido (hubo quien se comió una pizza entre cuatro personas),... Lo que se llevó la palma fue esa costumbre de enfocar con las cámaras a los payasos desinhibidos (¿se escribe así?) del público para mostrarlos a todo el pabellón en pleno apogeo: espantoso. Durante estas horribles interrupciones, tuve la sensación que el partido de baloncesto quedaba en un segundo plano.
El partido en sí tuvo poca historia. Los equipos de la NBA vienen con la lección aprendida y a ninguno le gusta perder con un equipo de una ciudad que no saben situar en un mapa. Además, Utah Jazz es un equipo en todo su significado, nada que ver con "bandas" como Memphis Grizzlies o Philadelphia 76ers. Así que más de la mitad del partido estuvo dedicado a los minutos de la basura, sin ninguna importancia en el marcador.
Hay quien dice que estas giras de la NBA no triunfan en los países donde el baloncesto se vive más intensamente (España, Italia, Grecia) pero que arrasan en países sin tradición baloncestística (Reino Unido, Alemania). Creo que es cierto, yo me considero purista en este sentido y todo el espectáculo que trae consigo un partido del a NBA me sobra: prefiero ver el partido en sí, disfrutar con las variantes defensivas en lugar de con una mascota infantiloide de dudoso gusto y cenar después del partido, no durante el mismo.
Pese a todo esto, que quede claro que repetiré tan pronto como la NBA vuelva a Madrid y mi agenda me lo permita.
Y tengo que admitir que quedé algo decepcionado. Me irritaron sobremanera la gran cantidad de tiempos muertos inútiles que hay, la música que ponen por los altavoces mientras el balón está en juego (me parece una falta de respeto hacia los jugadores), la obligación que parece haber para comer y beber como energúmenos mientras se ve el partido (hubo quien se comió una pizza entre cuatro personas),... Lo que se llevó la palma fue esa costumbre de enfocar con las cámaras a los payasos desinhibidos (¿se escribe así?) del público para mostrarlos a todo el pabellón en pleno apogeo: espantoso. Durante estas horribles interrupciones, tuve la sensación que el partido de baloncesto quedaba en un segundo plano.
El partido en sí tuvo poca historia. Los equipos de la NBA vienen con la lección aprendida y a ninguno le gusta perder con un equipo de una ciudad que no saben situar en un mapa. Además, Utah Jazz es un equipo en todo su significado, nada que ver con "bandas" como Memphis Grizzlies o Philadelphia 76ers. Así que más de la mitad del partido estuvo dedicado a los minutos de la basura, sin ninguna importancia en el marcador.Hay quien dice que estas giras de la NBA no triunfan en los países donde el baloncesto se vive más intensamente (España, Italia, Grecia) pero que arrasan en países sin tradición baloncestística (Reino Unido, Alemania). Creo que es cierto, yo me considero purista en este sentido y todo el espectáculo que trae consigo un partido del a NBA me sobra: prefiero ver el partido en sí, disfrutar con las variantes defensivas en lugar de con una mascota infantiloide de dudoso gusto y cenar después del partido, no durante el mismo.
Pese a todo esto, que quede claro que repetiré tan pronto como la NBA vuelva a Madrid y mi agenda me lo permita.
Friday, October 09, 2009
Un changement subit
Il y a quelques jours je voudrais écrire sur la blessure profonde à mon coeur, mais en deux jours tout a changé. Je suis offri un travail très interessant, un vrai défi pour moi, à Francfort et ce couvre partiellement mes pensées pour le moment.
Cependant, la douleur est encore là. Je me sens vide, je n'ai pas envie de connaitre quelqu'une neuve, je me sens fatigué de lutter comme un fous et de obtenir rien, je ne veux pas commencer de zéro, je me demande parfois qu'est-ce que je mal fais, où est mon erreur, mais je ne trouve pas une réponse. Tout ça me fait sentir paresseux et triste...
Pourvu que cette blessure se guére et que mon coeur puisse sourire de nouveau (se possible, devant toi, ma précieuse nageuse islandaise).
Cependant, la douleur est encore là. Je me sens vide, je n'ai pas envie de connaitre quelqu'une neuve, je me sens fatigué de lutter comme un fous et de obtenir rien, je ne veux pas commencer de zéro, je me demande parfois qu'est-ce que je mal fais, où est mon erreur, mais je ne trouve pas une réponse. Tout ça me fait sentir paresseux et triste...
Pourvu que cette blessure se guére et que mon coeur puisse sourire de nouveau (se possible, devant toi, ma précieuse nageuse islandaise).
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Distrito 9
Después de una experiencia en el cine no muy agradable con "Malditos bastardos", decidí volver a los pocos días a ver "Distrito 9", una película de ciencia ficción ambientada en Johannesburgo, que había recibido buenas críticas pese a contar con nombres totalmente desconocidos en sus títulos de crédito.
Lo primero que me gustó de la película es que ella misma se
pregunta cómo es posible que los alienígenas lleguen a Johannesburgo y no a Manhattan, como sucede en el 95% de las películas de ciencia-ficción que vemos. Con lo grande que es el mundo, ya es casualidad que todos los OVNIS acaben en el mismo sitio... Por pura probabilidad, deberían llegar a los océanos, más concretamente, al Océano Pacífico.
La película está rodada en un tono documental que me recuerda mucho a "El jardinero fiel", también ambientada en África. Por lo poco que estuve en Sudáfrica, puedo decir que todos los escenarios son reales; Sudáfrica es así, tiene esa atmósfera, con sus suburbios y su miseria, la película no exagera nada.
Sin duda, más allá de unos efectos especiales correctos, lo más destacado de la película es su guión: resulta estremecedor ver la crueldad con la que los humanos tratan a los alienígenas y la integridad de estos. Por primera vez en mucho tiempo, los alienígenas no quieren invadirnos, simplemente quieren que les dejemos en paz y volver a su planeta. Es una película donde no hay un final feliz en el que se resuelven los problemas de todos, sino que las esperanzas de los personajes principales se van cerrando a medida que estos van tomando decisiones cada vez más desesperadas.
Resulta inevitable establecer paralelismos con la situación vivida en Sudáfrica durante décadas con el "apartheid" y aquí tampoco el ser humano queda muy bien parado. Lo que en principo empezó como una solución temporal, quizá con la mejor de las intenciones, acaba degenerando en poco tiempo en un enfrentamiento violento en el que no puede haber vencedores, únicamente víctimas.
En resumen, si hay que ir al cine, recomiendo ir antes a ver "Distrito 9" que a engordar la cuenta corriente y el ego de Quentin Tarantino, no tengo ninguna duda.
Lo primero que me gustó de la película es que ella misma se
pregunta cómo es posible que los alienígenas lleguen a Johannesburgo y no a Manhattan, como sucede en el 95% de las películas de ciencia-ficción que vemos. Con lo grande que es el mundo, ya es casualidad que todos los OVNIS acaben en el mismo sitio... Por pura probabilidad, deberían llegar a los océanos, más concretamente, al Océano Pacífico.La película está rodada en un tono documental que me recuerda mucho a "El jardinero fiel", también ambientada en África. Por lo poco que estuve en Sudáfrica, puedo decir que todos los escenarios son reales; Sudáfrica es así, tiene esa atmósfera, con sus suburbios y su miseria, la película no exagera nada.
Sin duda, más allá de unos efectos especiales correctos, lo más destacado de la película es su guión: resulta estremecedor ver la crueldad con la que los humanos tratan a los alienígenas y la integridad de estos. Por primera vez en mucho tiempo, los alienígenas no quieren invadirnos, simplemente quieren que les dejemos en paz y volver a su planeta. Es una película donde no hay un final feliz en el que se resuelven los problemas de todos, sino que las esperanzas de los personajes principales se van cerrando a medida que estos van tomando decisiones cada vez más desesperadas.
Resulta inevitable establecer paralelismos con la situación vivida en Sudáfrica durante décadas con el "apartheid" y aquí tampoco el ser humano queda muy bien parado. Lo que en principo empezó como una solución temporal, quizá con la mejor de las intenciones, acaba degenerando en poco tiempo en un enfrentamiento violento en el que no puede haber vencedores, únicamente víctimas.
En resumen, si hay que ir al cine, recomiendo ir antes a ver "Distrito 9" que a engordar la cuenta corriente y el ego de Quentin Tarantino, no tengo ninguna duda.
Sunday, October 04, 2009
A short visit to Copenhaguen
I must admit that I did not enjoy Copenhaguen that much in my first visit, more than five years ago. I do not know why, but those days spent in the capital of Denmark were not perfect, something was not working. This time, though, everything was different: I loved Copenhaguen!
Our hotel was quite close to Kastellet (a former military fortress) and that was the aim of our first visit. We were surprised by the weather: after nine days in Iceland, we found it terribly hot in Copenhaguen, we could not stop sweating... From Kastellet, which is now a park with very nice views, we 
walked to the Little Mermaid, in order to get the typical picture when one is in Copenhaguen. It was not easy, as the place was crowded with Italian tourists, but we managed to take a fair number of pictures of the Little Mermaid: around 20...
Afterwards, we walked to Nyhavn and to Stroget, the main commercial street in Copenhaguen. We did not buy anything, because prices are a bit high for Spanish standards in Denmark (the same as five years ago). Then, I suggested going to Tivoli, an amusement park in the city centre and my suggestion was approved without much discussion. Inside Tivoli, we discovered that neither of us is really keen of this kind of amusement parks and we did not try any of the attractions: some were just too childish and the others were too risky for us. We just watched some theater and then left Tivoli.
Our next stop was the Ice Bar. It was only six in the evening, but it was on our way to the city centre and we did not want to spend much time there. So, we had a drink (just some kind of weird juice) inside, with a temperature of -5ºC and took some pictures. When leaving, we learnt that the man working there is from Seville...
Soon afterwards, we took a cruise through the channels, which showed us the main buildings in Copenhaguen from a different perspective. However, when we were leaving our boat, we discovered that some of them had live music!!!!!!
We had dinner in a delicious and cosy Italian restaurant, then we ate an ice-cream in Nyhavn and slowly walked back to the hotel, as we were very tired. That night we could not sleep much since our room was one meter away from the railways, and, believe me, one meter really means one meter.
Next morning, our last day in Denmark started with a short visit to Rosenborg Slot, the old Royal Palace, and its surrounding gardens. We did not have time to pay a visit to the castle, since our next (and last) destination was Rundetarn, an astronomical viewpoint in Middle Ages, where you have very nice views of Cope
nhaguen.Sonia dared to challenge me to a race up the tower and I won, je, je, je. On the contrary, I lost the race down the tower, but she cheated, she cheated!!!!. The views from the tower are very nice on a clear day and we really enjoyed it.
However, we had ran out of time, so we just took our way back to the hotel. Then, we found some rental bycicles (in Tourist Information, they said that we were not going to spot any of them during our visit as there is a huge demand of them) and we took some pictures of it. Do I look like a Tour de France winner?
In the airport, again, we were behind a group of boy-scouts (as in my flight from London Gatwick to Reikiavik) in our check-in. The flight was very pleasant to both of us... We made a stop in Barcelona, where we were shocked by the hot and noisy atmosphere in the airport. That night, we were back to Spain, after ten unbelievable days in the North, with a lot of adventures, away from everything and from everybody. I will do it again, no doubt about it.
Our hotel was quite close to Kastellet (a former military fortress) and that was the aim of our first visit. We were surprised by the weather: after nine days in Iceland, we found it terribly hot in Copenhaguen, we could not stop sweating... From Kastellet, which is now a park with very nice views, we 
walked to the Little Mermaid, in order to get the typical picture when one is in Copenhaguen. It was not easy, as the place was crowded with Italian tourists, but we managed to take a fair number of pictures of the Little Mermaid: around 20...Afterwards, we walked to Nyhavn and to Stroget, the main commercial street in Copenhaguen. We did not buy anything, because prices are a bit high for Spanish standards in Denmark (the same as five years ago). Then, I suggested going to Tivoli, an amusement park in the city centre and my suggestion was approved without much discussion. Inside Tivoli, we discovered that neither of us is really keen of this kind of amusement parks and we did not try any of the attractions: some were just too childish and the others were too risky for us. We just watched some theater and then left Tivoli.
Our next stop was the Ice Bar. It was only six in the evening, but it was on our way to the city centre and we did not want to spend much time there. So, we had a drink (just some kind of weird juice) inside, with a temperature of -5ºC and took some pictures. When leaving, we learnt that the man working there is from Seville...
Soon afterwards, we took a cruise through the channels, which showed us the main buildings in Copenhaguen from a different perspective. However, when we were leaving our boat, we discovered that some of them had live music!!!!!!We had dinner in a delicious and cosy Italian restaurant, then we ate an ice-cream in Nyhavn and slowly walked back to the hotel, as we were very tired. That night we could not sleep much since our room was one meter away from the railways, and, believe me, one meter really means one meter.
Next morning, our last day in Denmark started with a short visit to Rosenborg Slot, the old Royal Palace, and its surrounding gardens. We did not have time to pay a visit to the castle, since our next (and last) destination was Rundetarn, an astronomical viewpoint in Middle Ages, where you have very nice views of Cope
nhaguen.Sonia dared to challenge me to a race up the tower and I won, je, je, je. On the contrary, I lost the race down the tower, but she cheated, she cheated!!!!. The views from the tower are very nice on a clear day and we really enjoyed it.However, we had ran out of time, so we just took our way back to the hotel. Then, we found some rental bycicles (in Tourist Information, they said that we were not going to spot any of them during our visit as there is a huge demand of them) and we took some pictures of it. Do I look like a Tour de France winner?
In the airport, again, we were behind a group of boy-scouts (as in my flight from London Gatwick to Reikiavik) in our check-in. The flight was very pleasant to both of us... We made a stop in Barcelona, where we were shocked by the hot and noisy atmosphere in the airport. That night, we were back to Spain, after ten unbelievable days in the North, with a lot of adventures, away from everything and from everybody. I will do it again, no doubt about it.
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Last day in Iceland
Yes, everything has an end and our amazing and outstanding stay in Iceland also had a last day. We did not do much remarkable that day. We left Olafsfjördur, where we slept that night, and we drove for an hour to Akureyri, where our plane to Copenhaguen was taking off.
As we had some time, we decided to go shopping to a famous shop in Iceland: 66º. However, we left the shop disappointed and went to the airport. Before giving back the rental car, we had to put some oil in it and we did so... The unbelievable story about that is that Sonia and I got lost in the petrol station: Sonia went to the toilets while I was waiting outside and we spent ten stupid minutes looking for each other.
Finally, we managed to find each other (via a phone call) and we gave back the rental car in Akureyri. We were somehow relieved when we left the Hertz building (guess why?). The airport in Akureyri is the smallest one I have ever seen (can you find a landing plane in the picture below?) and there were not much to do. I even tried to buy some souvenirs but the only shop in the airport was focused on alcoholic drinks...
After some hours in a plane full of children behaving like little devils, we landed in Copenhaguen, a bit late in the evening. We only had time to go for a short walk to Nyhavn, where we had dinner, and to go back to our hotel, on foot: for the first time in nine days, we did not have to drive that evening...
To know what happened in Copenhaguen, you will have to wait to the next post of this blog; just a little patience, my friends...
As we had some time, we decided to go shopping to a famous shop in Iceland: 66º. However, we left the shop disappointed and went to the airport. Before giving back the rental car, we had to put some oil in it and we did so... The unbelievable story about that is that Sonia and I got lost in the petrol station: Sonia went to the toilets while I was waiting outside and we spent ten stupid minutes looking for each other.Finally, we managed to find each other (via a phone call) and we gave back the rental car in Akureyri. We were somehow relieved when we left the Hertz building (guess why?). The airport in Akureyri is the smallest one I have ever seen (can you find a landing plane in the picture below?) and there were not much to do. I even tried to buy some souvenirs but the only shop in the airport was focused on alcoholic drinks...
After some hours in a plane full of children behaving like little devils, we landed in Copenhaguen, a bit late in the evening. We only had time to go for a short walk to Nyhavn, where we had dinner, and to go back to our hotel, on foot: for the first time in nine days, we did not have to drive that evening...To know what happened in Copenhaguen, you will have to wait to the next post of this blog; just a little patience, my friends...
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