Holing up in Hasselt

I had a few days to kill after my beer tour (and by days to kill, I mean I got a little overwhelmed and forgot to plan where I’d be going at that point)… So I decided to go to Hasselt, Belgium. Why, you ask? Because while we were at Herkenrode on the beer tour, they gave us a tourism booklet on the region, and I thought, “Well… Why not? Belgium has been nice so far.”

And Belgium continued to be nice.

Hasselt actually turned out to be a nice place to spend a couple of days. I took a bunch of pictures, but used my phone, and accidentally restored it, deleting all of the pictures. The only surviving photo was this one, from the National Jenever Museum (link is in Dutch, but Google translate does a pretty decent job with it):

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This cow scared the bejeezus out of me. I thought it was a live cow indoors.

 

It was not a live cow. It was a stuffed cow. (A taxidermied cow? What’s the adjective for taxidermy?) Anyway, jenever is a neutral alcohol that smells like juniper berries – it’s the predecessor to gin. The museum was great because every display was in four languages (including English), and walked visitors through the history of the spirit. 

The best thing about Hasselt, though? The discovery that I could get to Maastricht (in the Netherlands) by bus for 2.50 Euro! It took about two hours, but dropped me off 50m from my destination. Service hardly gets better than that.

I have no pictures to accompany my tales of Maastricht, so suffice it to say that I stayed with two friends there, and we walked around the historical center, toured a floating house, and then all headed back to Belgium!

Beertripping

There were still two weeks left to plan on my trip, so, obviously, I decided to go on a beer tour in Belgium. On a whim, I researched options during that unplanned time, and found only one tour. I scanned the website, and it looked legit, so I sent an email to the coordinator to see if I could sign up. He called me immediately to set it up, and asked where I’d be joining them.

“Umm… Belgium?”

Apparently, it was a round-trip tour from England.

What I thought was a very strange question was actually quite logical and important, and turned out to be the weird beginning of a weird tour.

Weird Things About My Tour

1. As it turns out, I have a harder time understanding British English speakers than any non-native English speakers.

2. I was the youngest person on the trip by a minimum of 30 years.

3. Everyone on the tour was a friend or neighbor of the tour guide, and had been on at least one of his tours before.

Everyone was very welcoming, but I didn’t quite understand what I was getting myself into. It was a pretty relaxed group (except for one guy who clearly wanted to get drunk… Odd to see in a very energetic senior citizen!), and we got to learn quite a bit about the Limburg region along the way. I’d actually say I learned a lot more about Flemish history than beer, surprisingly enough.

My favorite stops along the tour:
– Alden-Biesen, former land commandery, now the cultural center of the Flemish Community
– Herkenrode, a beautiful abbey near Hasselt (also, conveniently, a brewery!)
– Wilderen, a new brewery/distillery with a historical distillery on the premises (and home to one of the most beautiful barns I’ve ever seen)
– Au Phare, a restaurant in Tongeren that knocked my socks off with its meatballs

We also visited the Flemish National Mining Museum, a giant beer store, a brewery that I’m pretty sure was located in someone’s house, and a handful of restaurants/pubs in Leuven (where we stayed).

Photos to come as soon as I get to a computer!

Genever (Geneva with an Aussie)

Everyone said Geneva is boring before I visited. Boring and expensive.

It was expensive, but I didn’t think it was boring. I’d definitely describe it as peaceful and relaxing before boring. It was a good place to just wander around, which is my favorite way to get to know a new place.

It was really hot, and the famous Geneva wind was MIA for most if my visit. Luckily, I had a wonderful hostess (the aforementioned Aussie), who let me chill at her apartment, invited me to join her visiting relatives for dinner, and let me work on my ninja skills with a narrow escape from the sneaky Swiss cleaners/university housing rule enforcers. (I was illegally staying on the couch… Silly rules!)

The international vibe of the city is really interesting – about half of the city’s population is from outside Switzerland. It’s a place you can describe as culturally diverse and totally mean it. On the other hand, the super-high cost of living seems to mean there’s little economic diversity – lots of Mazeratis and Bentleys parked on the street! (Coming from such a car-crazy place, I couldn’t believe how casually people treated such incredibly expensive cars.)

Overall, I thought Geneva was pretty great. It may not be a city you cross an ocean to visit, but I think it’s worth a stop if you’re nearby!

I took a lovely picture of Lake Geneva from the Pont Mont Blanc, but my lack of an SD card reader prevents me from posting it at the moment. So I will leave you with two “only in Geneva” photos: one of a Lotus parked haphazardly, half on the sidewalk, not even covered to keep it from getting rained on, and the other of a recycling bin SPECIFICALLY for those little aluminum Nespresso cups.

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France, Part Deux

Last time I checked in, I was in Aix-en-Provence. Since then, I’ve finished up my French road trip and settled in Geneva in a friend’s apartment for a few days.

 

The itinerary:
August 15: Aix-en-Provence

August 16: Aix-en-Provence, Antibes

August 17: Cagnes-sur-Mer

August 18: Grasse, Gorges du Verdon (perfumeries and the Grand Canyon of Europe, respectively)

August 19: attempts to see the lavender fields (no photos, because the lavender was already harvested!)

August 20: Lyon, Geneva

And, again, here are some pictures! Yay!

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I’m Tired of Living Out of a Backpack (Or, Why I Decided to Go Home Early)

I’m not homesick, but I’m tired of traveling. After nine weeks of living out of a backpack, sleeping on uncomfortable beds, and repacking every couple days, I’m ready to unpack for good. (Well, not FOREVER, but for quite a while.) I’ll be headed stateside September 12, cutting out the Asian leg of my trip. Long-term travel is not for me, or at least it’s not for me right now.

I’ve had a few “is everything ok?” or disappointed responses, but don’t worry! I’m fine. I’m just not up for tackling Asia this time around. Thailand is still next on the to-travel list, though! 🙂

France, Part 1

My first week in France was, well… photo-less. So I’ll keep it short and sweet by saying that CISV’s Annual International Meeting was a lot of fun. It was way more fun to be there for the party than to be there to work. Lots of changes happening around lots of committed people leads to a lot of tension, and I was glad to be able to stay out of much of it.

Now that it’s the end of week one of our road trip, week two in France, and week nine of my trip, I thought I’d upload some pictures of our few days in Paris, and the first couple days of beautiful southern France.

The itinerary was

August 6-9: Paris

August 9-10: Bordeaux

August 10-11: Toulouse

August 11-13: Carcassonne, Avignon

August 13-14: Arles, Aix-en-Provence

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Leaving Honduras

Leaving TGU was a really unpleasant experience. SECURITY TOOK MY CHEESE SLICER! What was I going to do, peel the pilot? I was super upset about it. This was after getting “randomly” selected for extra screening, and being told, upon trying to pay the 38.71USD airport exit fee, that they don’t accept coins, but I can pay by credit card if I want (while the tiny sign informs me it will be charged as a cash advance). Oh, and when you pay in USD, you get change in lempiras. This is just a terrible system.

Leaving Honduras was strange – having been there for five weeks, it was almost comfortable. There are definitely things I don’t miss, but the company (and hospitality) was great.

Roatán

After spending four days in Roatan, I not-so-vaguely resemble a lobster. Even though, at this point, I haven’t been in the sun for four days. (Yes, I did wear sunscreen – SPF 55! – and no, I did not reapply, which everyone knows is necessary. Believe me, my body is punishing me appropriately.)

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Roatan is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been. The beach is stunning (at least in West Bay), and the water is crystal clear and super warm. We swam out from the beach in West Bay to snorkel in the reef – did you know Roatan is home to the largest coral reef in the Americas? I certainly didn’t… I would’ve guessed Belize. As you can probably guess, snorkeling is how I got most of the sunburn, but it was worth it. The reef was incredible, even though the part we saw was mostly dead. At the same time, I decided I don’t want to spend my extra days in Thailand getting a diving certification. Diving is obviously cool, but I don’t have any real desire to go any deeper than I can go while snorkeling. Apparently, there’s a new thing called snuba, where you basically scuba while tethered to the boat by your oxygen hose. We heard rave reviews from other tourists, but it was a bit outside our backpacker budgets ($75 for 30 minutes of snuba plus the boat ride and instructor).

Also, an important note for those with sensitive skin: sand flies will bite you. The bites don’t start to itch for about 48 hours, and then they get itchy and ugly (evidence below). Even if someone tells you there aren’t any bugs, wear bug spray! Clearly, I didn’t, and when I got back to Tegus, I had 46 bites I could see. It was HORRIBLE.

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Tracey (another staff member) and I stayed at a hotel called the Sea Breeze in West End, and the weather was so hot/beautiful that we didn’t realize we had hot water until our third night. We felt so weird realizing we didn’t need it at all! In front of our hotel was a kitschy little restaurant called the Cannibal Cafe. It had a strange wooden carving of a man in a chair sitting at the entrance, and occasionally, he would be wearing a sombrero. On our second day, I walked by and thought, “Oh, I didn’t notice the other carving sitting on that railing. How cute.” When he said, “You gonna pay me to look like that?” I almost jumped out of my shoes! It was definitely a man. I was so startled, I scurried off as fast as I could (not unlike the crabs we kept seeing everywhere, who all managed to escape my attempts to photograph them!).

Basically, the verdict is if you ever have the opportunity to go to Roatan, I highly recommend it. West Bay and West End are the tourist hot spots, with the better beach (and pricier hotels) in West Bay, and the better nightlife (and much cheaper hotels) in West End. The water taxi over to West Bay was only 50 lempiras ($2.50 USD) each way, so we were really happy with our choice to stay in West End and spend the day in West Bay.

And don’t forget to try the baleadas. They’re simple handmade flour tortillas spread with refried beans and topped with a bit of cheese and whatever else you want. I recommend egg and avocado. Yes, they’re cheap, which appealed to us, but more importantly, they’re delicious, local to the northern coast of Honduras (although they’re all over the country now), and keep you full all day.