Just keep moving! 

Well, it got off to a slow start, but 2017 looks like it will be another year of wandering!
Now the plan is to be based in London, working in my remote roles and also to do my U.K. conversion study and exams to qualify here to practice law. Somehow, I also want to spend a month or so in Beograd again, and to see more of the Balkans and the East meets West route, which continues to fascinate me.

Here is a hike I did in Norway to look at some glacial deposits from 50,000 BCE.


This is Trolltunga, in the western fjordlands in Norway. It’s about a 10 hour return hike, and is not to be taken lightly! However, sitting on the edge was the most terrifying, and yet, peaceful and liberating experience! (Standing on one leg on Kjeragbolten was just terrifying – not peaceful).

I do not recommend doing this on Kjeragbolten. Just don’t do it. I was silly to jump off and onto a glacially deposited boulder lodged 600m up Lysefjorden. 


This one was about a 2 hour hike, and quite easy. There is about a 7 hour drive from Oslo to do beforehand, and I recommend taking waterproof shoes, chocolate, and a raincoat. I also encountered a band of guys who wanted me to film them playing their instruments whilst balanced on the rock. Nearby, a man BASE jumped off another rock. It’s all sorts of next level crazy in western Norway!


This is Priekestolen. Preachers pulpit. No jumping or balancing here. A man sadly fell off here, and died, only a few days after I sat here. Be careful – no photo is worth the risk.


As you can see, I was not original with the “sitting on the rock” pose, but it’s a safe one.  In theory, if you can sit on a rock close to the ground, without falling off, then the one that is 1000m above a fjord (Trolltunga, for example), should be ok too.

Geez, I need to stop putting my arms in the air!! 

Being a rock monster…

Eat your heart out, Simba.
My friend from Oslo, Ida, works for the national news, so has heard every horror story of people dying doing this hike, so we were careful.

After the walk, we braved the glacial waters of the fjord, and jumped in!!

This is a train that takes hikers to the top of this hill but it was not working when we were there. Let’s just say, my legs are more toned now!!!

Here I am looking like the height of fashion, not.

After the freezing cold fjord swim:

So lucky to have a friend to hike and jump into a fjord with!

Cat I found:

Daytime…night time! 

Daytime….

Nighttime! 

Daytime…

Nighttime! 

Going down a secret Traboule from la Croix-Rousse to dinner…

A place near my house…

La Boulanger de L’ile Barbe for some Canele after lunch.

The French sure know how to eat! 

Back to my local, Cafe Bellecour – now the staff greet me with kisses too, and say many things to me in French. Hmm. 



I love this city! 

Je suis seul

Everyone loves a rhyme, right? Well, Lyon has two rivers, the names of which rhyme! The Rhône, and the Saône, which merge here in the city at the Confluence, where there is a modern museum.

Yesterday I spent the day enjoying the sunshine and wandering across bridges of these two rivers, and ate at the institution that is Cafe Bellecour. 

My French is essentially this (and when I leave a shop, I get to say two or three french things at once and feel quite accomplished 😂).

Bonjour. Oui. Je suis seul. Je suis australien. Je m’appelle Josephine. Je ne parle pas français. Je ne comprends pas.

Je suis seul – I am alone, is quite useful for dining. The staff look at me, look behind me, around, and I say: oui, je suis seul. 



Here is Cafe Bellecour. A Lyonnaise institution which will not serve food one minute before 12 (very French), and where well groomed, perfumed guests arrive and greet staff and friends with kisses, and then take up their positions in the sun along the terrace, looking fashionable and effortless at the same time, usually wearing an unspoken uniform of some kind of striped tee shirt, navy trousers, a beige trench, and ballet flats, with a scarf and sunglasses and cigarette, and small dog (optional). No one has yet arrived weilding a baguette, but today might be the day. Yesterday some people arrived and departed in a vintage convertible. It’s like stepping back in time, to pass the afternoon at Cafe Bellecour.

See: striped shirts and trench coats with scarves everywhere.

Je suis seul. Filet mignon. Delicious. I’ll go back there soon to eat again. Somehow the let me in, without said uniform or small dog.


The riverside where people were playing drums, and drinking beer while the sun went down:

In the evening, I took a local bike around the city, and admired the bridges under moonlight:

Beautiful Bologna! 


The home of what Aussies love to eat with “Spag..”, Bolognese sauce is in fact, not really called Bolognese sauce, here in Bologna. It is just “carne”, and is saucy and delicious.

Bologna is the capital of the Emilia-Romagna region, in northern Italy, about 40 minutes by train from Parma, and 1.5 hours by train from Milano. It’s on the route to Firenze, and there are Frecce fast options too. 

http://www.trenitalia.com/

Here I am, crossing the road at Piazza di Porta Ravegnana, next to the Two Towers. Lots of fun, running in front of Massi’s camera.



A photographer I admire and have followed for some years, Massimo Rumi, has done some incredible shoots in the Middle East, Africa and Antarctica, Australia and many other places, was also planning on passing through Bologna for a few hours, so we met up for a happy snap session and chat!


Check out his work here:

http://www.massimorumi.com

Hi Massi!

He took these photos too, which were fun 

Unfortunately it was an overcast day, and I was only there for a few hours and only had a brief wander through the old city, but here are some iPhone snaps from my brief wander through. 

Here is a fundraiser outside Basilica San Petronio using balloons, in Piazza Maggiore:


Here you can see Bologna’s two medieval towers. The one on the left is leaning and is called Garisenda, the tall one is Asinelli. They say that all of the powerful families in Bologna were expected to build a tower, for defence purposes. Most have since tumbled or been knocked over. Now only 20 or so towers remain in this medieval city.

Two Towers:

More photos to come!

With love from Lyon and London

Very fortunate lately, to have been able to take my work on the road, particularly since it is Spring, something I did not grow up with in the Northern Territory.

So, Magnolia trees, Tulips, Daffodils, Wisteria, and blossom trees, are a magical novelty for me. 

Here are some of my favorite sights from Lyon and London, where I’ve been between, the last weeks.

Holland Park, here in Kensington yesterday afternoon, with an old friend from St George’s College – Ash.



Lazy peacock. Sitting around in the sun:



After a gorgeous afternoon in the sun in the park, I ventured into the West End and saw a musical called Kinky Boots with an old friend from Singapore – Gladys!


Here is a Magnolia tree is full bloom, in Lyon near where I work from, and the Passarelle du Collège – a pedestrian bridge that crosses the Rhône river, and within the 1st Arr. there is a small passageway, and from the other side of the river, there is a direct view to the “Eiffel Tower”. There are also fantastic slides which go from street level, to river. 


And here is where I base myself to work whilst in Lyon:

A little cafe called Le Tigre: just here on the left. 
Better get back to work. It’s Thursday already!! So much to get done 🙈🌸, and so much blossom to see!

Here is so blossom from on the way to breakfast in Notting Hill:

The Shard in all her glory, yesterday on the way into the city during the rat race hour:

A lovely blossom tree on Gloucester Road:

Covent Gardens station had lifts out of order, so I braved these 193 steps last night on the way back from the theatre!

And here is some blossom, at la Croix-Rousse. So very happy and grateful to see this sight!