Strasbourg reminds me a lot of Hamilton. It’s a functioning city, but apart from the Cathedral, which is impressive – there’s not a lot going on.
It’s also incredibly cold, leaving me to believe that there’s probably a fully happening social scene happening inside one of the square looming concrete slabs that pass for buildings here. That’s not to say there isn’t an appreciation for design and architecture, but with the exception of the cathedral and various churches dotted around, all effort at the visual aesthetic is saved for the inside.
On that note, I have yet to see this fashion sense the French are apparently so famous for. Everyone seems to be decked out in an endless series of black leather jackets, baggy jeans and black boots. Fashionable perhaps, but lacking in variety.
Tomorrow, we drive to the Czech Republic!
Four airports.
Twenty six hours of flying time.
Two days of travel.
Total time from arrival at destination to incur a major injury: 30 minutes.
I landed in London. With of help from Aaron, I managed to navigate the London underground, find my hostel, and check in. I had a much needed shower, and headed downstairs to get a meal and a drink.
At which point I promptly rolled my ankle, where it then swelled up to the size of a baseball. It’s now incredibly difficult to walk anywhere. I have three days in London, and at least the first one is a complete write off.
Damnit!
I would like to give to praise the staff at Palmers Lodge, who supplied me with ice, and located a set of crutches for me to use for a minimal deposit.
Tomorrow, I’m off to Europe for a month. I may post photos.
Out of curiosity, I had a look at some CO2 calculators.
My annual CO2 usage is about 150 to 200 kilograms*.
The flight from Wellington to London and back will apparently generate around 9000 kilograms of CO2.
Bugger.
* That’s not a typo, I live in an apartment in the middle of the city, don’t own a car, and walk everywhere.