Dave and Helen Go Wandering

  • Home
  • Dave and Helen Go Wandering

Dave and Helen Go Wandering Contact information, map and directions, contact form, opening hours, services, ratings, photos, videos and announcements from Dave and Helen Go Wandering, Travel Company, .

29/11/2020

For a number of years I (Dave) have gone to the Plough at Low Bradfield on a Wednesday night - quiz followed by Bingo. Over the years we have done quite well on the quiz - and not too bad on the bingo - especially Andy "Bingo" Bell of Hudson Records who has won the jackpot (up to £50.00 usually at least over £40.00) a number of times.

Since lockdown we have done a number of quizzes between us and had a pint.

Anyway we had new volunteer - a local - who not only wrote a quiz - but actually delivered bingo tickets to each household and owned one of those small rounded hamster cages that they manually select balls from.

The numbers as called were interesting in themselves. So 20 became "one more than 19"; 83 became one fat lady and a pair of b***s. You get the idea.

The "line" came up and someone claimed that one - but the "full house" was taking ages.....and as far as we could tell no-one was getting near. The caller was nervously asking if no-one had won, a bit like a nervous suitor.

But then there was a cry of "house" and all was well that ended well. Well it oujld have been well except........

at this point we discovered that the caller was down to the last number in the hamster cage, mainly because there were about 15 numbered balls missing!!

Little wonder it was hard to win!

23/11/2020

There seems to be a lot of people viewing this page - which I haven't contributed to for a while. So I thought I might add a few words since the start of coronavirus last March.

Helen is officially shielding - due to previous cancer, I ought to be I thought - but taken it on myself. CV19 will not be an improvement on my asthma, that's for certain. So we have not been far.

Helen has been doing a lot of crocheting and I have been sorting a lot of photographs out.

Looking back now a few things to mention some of which appeared on my status at the time.

On the grandchildren front we made the house and garden into a cafe and they had to isolate, sanitise, wear masks etc as appropriate when visiting. That was great fun.

TBC

23/10/2017

Finished

For a hugely successful trip to the USA there are a number of people to thank. Not all are Facebookers so they will get a personal message. But definitely in no order:

Gerry Richardson and Kushla Jamdagni who inspired the cross-country trip by train having done part of it themselves a year or two earlier.

Peter Cattermole (via Jacky Kilvington) who inspired and guided the trips around Arizona in particular.

Rental Cars - who service via Alamo was exemplary.

Booking.com - likewise.

Nearly all the people we met on our travels - unfailingly polite and seemingly anti-Trump whenever we were asked.

Above all Donna Weidenfeller and Harry Andrews who looked after us well above the call of brotherly and sisterly duty.

13/10/2017

Been a while since I added anything. So busy!! And I do have half a doz bits and pieces half written!

Eating in America

Anyone who has ever visited the USA will recognise the importance of food and drink in American lives. There are restaurants and snack bars and coffee bars everywhere, simple dining, fine dining, every sort of ethnic food you can think of, some you probably haven't and all bits in-between. The are B-B-Q places, combinations like Tex-Mex, vegan and vegetarian. Bakeries and sandwich and donut shops. Sometimes even spelt doughnut.

We may have received MaDonald's and Kentucky Fried Chicken into our lives, but in New York at least they have Pret-á-Manger from us.

The strength of the pound on previous visits made eating out a simple exercise for us too, slightly more expensive nowadays to say the least!

The are two things at least that everyone comments on when coming to the USA. The first is portion size. They tend to be (in British terms) enormous.

On a previous visit with our daughter Janet we often chose what looked like the largest meal and ordered one, which we shared between three. That was about right. Here we have got into the habit in an evening of ordering a starter and a main and sharing. Portion size is the reason for the doggy bag, seen far more often in the USA than in the UK

The other thing that surprises people on a first time visit is how often Americas eat out. There are people who never eat at home but take breakfast, lunch and dinner out. We know at least two people like this.

Finally there is speed. What on the menu appears to be quite complex food tends to appear quite rapidly and your plate tends to be whisked away equally rapidly.

Which calls into play another related restaurant issue that of tipping. It is ubiquitous in the USA, but especially in restaurants.

On my this, our third visit I have learnt something about tipping I never knew.
You tip on the actual bill. Not the total. Let me explain.

Bills in restaurants (most other things as it happens) are always subject to a sales tax, added on at the end. For illustrative purposes If the bill is $50.00 and there is a 5% sales tax then the total of the bill would read $52.50; add 10% tip is $5.25, total including 10% tip = $57.75. In fact the true tip should be add $5.00 (10% of the $50.00 bill) total including 10% tip $$57.50.

This may look a minimal saving. The "but" comes when we stop using simple illustrative figures like those. A bill for four people could easily be $120.00 with drinks and taxes can be 6-7%.

There is an app to help you do this.

Don't tip on the tax!!!

22/09/2017

On Public Transport in the USA and San Francisco in particular.

I tend to think of the USA as the land of the car. Since Helen and I first came to visit around 2000 it strikes me the cars are smaller although there are still plenty! But certainly in the major cities we've visited public transport is good.

We took the underground into New York to get from JFK and also the free Staten Island Ferry, which must be one of the great travel bargains of the world. We used the subway a few times.

In Chicago the subway isn't much, but instead mainly an elevated railroad with traffic underneath. We used that a few times too. One of the great film chases, Gene Hackman in "French Connection " was filmed there.

San Francisco for us is different, because we are living out in the sticks, albeit within sight of the Pacific Ocean at the bottom of the road. We are here for a while and we still need to get around.

For anyone else thinking of visiting and travelling by public transport, then a transport pass is essential - we have a seven day one each at around $40.00 and this can be used on all "Muni" transport, which is to say everything except the BART, local Bay Area Rapid Transport.

Consider the main drag downtown, Market St. There are buses. These tend to be clean air hybrids and also "Bendy" buses. There are trolley buses. There are historic street cars AKA old trams. There are subway trams which also run overground. I might as well put an etc. in there because there will be something I haven't thought of. Rapid buses in the evenings which cut out a number of stops is the one I had missed.

Then there are the Cable Cars which for many an enthusiastic transport aficionado say "San Francisco".

And they all accept the one pass, a bit like Oyster card I suppose.

Let me do the cable cars. The icon of San Francisco. There are three lines, two go to Fisherman's Wharf from Market St. in slightly different directions, the other, and incidentally much less crowded goes up and down California St. That is a huge hill by the way and great for photos. Without a pass they are all a $7.00 ride. They take cash. For the two popular lines there can be enormous queues at any time. They both leave from the same spot and go to the same general area (Fisherman's Wharf), passing through Chinatown.

There seems no logic to their departures. They must like to see people wait in line. Can be as long as an hour's wait. Each car takes about forty passengers crammed in together. Although they may not run to full capacity because people want to travel on the outside. They allow two outside "hanger-ons" though often you'll see more.

There are bell signals - 1 ding for stop, two dings for go etc. At each end of the route they are turned around on a turntable by the staff. They work by gripping a continuously running cable going underground, a very practical solution to San Francisco's steep hills. If a vehicle blocks the route there is frantic bell-ringing and some good-natured and sometimes not so good-natured abuse.

So why are people still addicted to their own cars despite on the face of it a superb and low cost, widespread availability of public transport. A non-pass ride is $2.75 and €1.35 or just over £1.00 for seniors.

Mainly speed I guess is why they stick to cars. American cities are generally built on a square grid system often traffic-light controlled. The bus/trolleybus /tram stops every two blocks basically. As far as I can see the car takes priority (there are bus lanes), but there is nothing like the traffic control that the Sheffield tram has. So progress wherever you go is slow.

Hasn't mattered to us much - we have plenty of time to get from A-B but I can imagine it to be frustrating at morning and evening rush hour especially.

There seems not to be much of a schedule. Buses Just seem to leave at regular intervals from each terminus, for once in traffic the timetable will go out of the window anyway. Stops are marked on board both buses and street cars and voiced just like your are on a Sheffield tram, though no conductors. A lot of people just hop on and off without paying.

There are strict rules about giving up your seat to Seniors; repeated in audible form in the main languages, English; Chinese and Spanish. And constant reminders to "Please Hold Orn".

18/09/2017

On Travelling By Amtrak

We made two separate journeys on Amtrak. The New York to Chicago leg of our journey was done in a small sleeper (known as a roomette) which has two seats facing each other; on the corridor side of one and adjacent, are three steps one of which has a toilet carefully hidden. You need to be friends. It's OK for one nIght I guess. The top bunk is high and the attendant comes around in the evening to lay them out. Slept fine.

Dinner has staggered arrival times which you book. We had a lovely meal with a couple who were travelling to San Francisco by rail because she didn't like flying. He was a retired pharmacist (lamenting the death of the independent) and she bred goats. Nubians as it happened. Fascinating.

Lunch is a different system, for lunch it's first come first served, then you go on a wait list, and your number is called. Breakfast is free and easy. All the food and soft drinks are included in the sleeper price.

For the Chicago-San Francisco leg we have a three-person berth. This has a bench seat and a one person armchair. About one third of the space is taken up with a private washroom shower and toilet combined into one. Again an attendant makes up the beds. The lower bunk is for two. Not recommended.

One unusual incident as we travelled. Apparently some workmen had cut an electricity cable for some points that needed switching. So the conductor (Regina) and another, walked up, switched the points, dropped off once we had passed, and switched them back again. You wouldn't get that on Network Rail I suspect.

Dinner was spent with a retired Airforce Lieutenant-Colonel called Beau and his wife Jeannie. Apparently he spent most of his time flying a desk in the Pentagon. She seemed a bit powerful having worked for the IMF but gave up when she married eventually training to be a TESOL teacher. They lived in Hawaii and were travelling around visiting friends and relations, but seemingly around a lot of the USA. They would have gone to Houston but chunks of it were under water!

The first breakfast was with a couple of Swedish railway obsessives who as well as travelling by rail (New York-Chicago-SF-Seattle-Chicago-New York) were micro railway modellers at 1:160 with a 9mm track gauge.

Our arrival into Denver, where there was a two-hour stop was interesting. The train has to reverse into the station so essentially it is pushed in from the front. This is controlled by two guys and a steam whistle at the back of the train.

The scenery is not ever changing. From Chicago to Denver is all corn and soya beans in an ever rotating vista. Occasional variety with a station stop; once or twice a huge beef feed lot to with thousands of cattle crammed together. Looked awful.

Then after Denver, Colorado the train climbs quickly up into the Rockies. And the scenery starts!! Then you hit the area between the Rockies and the Sierra Nevada, totally flat desert, (basically Nevada) then back into scenery as you cross the Sierra Nevada.

The biggest problem that Amtrak faces is that it plays second fiddle to the freight train, BNSF between Chicago and Denver; Union Pacific from there to San Francisco. They own the tracks and their freight takes priority over the passengers. Amtrak has a reputation for tardiness that Is probably deserved if not wholly Amtrak's fault.

The attraction of the journey is that it is much more fun than flying; the meals are OK; the sleeping was comfortable for us; the scenery is totally spectacular and the people we met on the way were absolutely lovely.

13/09/2017

I don't write a blog as such, Helen is keeping a written record of this journey and I'll offer the odd commentary on things that might be interesting in the broadest sense.

I knew about the lines (queues) to enter the USA are large indeed done it twice before, but nothing prepares you for being a first time ESTA coming into New York. The hall at Terminal Four is large, with doorways coming in from each side. They didn't unload the bus from the aircraft at first so we sat there. I realised later this was because the place was full.

When you get in there are two signs indicating waiting times. The first is for US Passport holders and non - first time ESTA holders I.e people who have visited the USA in the past year. Indicative time 15 minutes. The second queue (the rest of us) had in indicative time of one hour. I worked out it was about 3/4 of a mile snaking around and around. Turns out the hour was about right.

The officer fingerprinted and photographed us. They don't seem to smile except ours clearly had a sense of humour for when I asked if we would need the ESTA again he said only if I was lighting a fire.

I go on about this for a good reason. So many planes come in whilst these delays are going on that the baggage carousels get overloaded, so they just take them off and put them on the floor. Problem is, now you have no idea where it is!! As they say, chaos.

Simply solved by having more Immigration officials. The desks were half- staffed at the best.

But folks were helpful getting us into New York and we found the hotel more or less straightaway. W

New York

Easy to see why people love it. Very vibrant, extremely cosmopolitan. 24 hours-a-day, self-styled "City that Never Sleeps". Spanish a second language everywhere. We did some of the usual things: Staten Island Ferry; Guggenheim; Empire State; Central Park etc and some less usual, Museum of the American Native. Negotiated the subway; and took a yellow cab.

But as a friend from South America said "I prefer the Old York".

27/08/2016

Vive La Difference

Around the turn of the century we'd spent a long holiday in Catalunya culminating in the Festa Major in Gosol, a small but very well-off village in the Catalan Pyrenees. As the festival came to its climax, and in typical style, everyone went off dancing and drinking, including Helen. This was around 11.00 pm. When you realise the idea of a whisky at the bar was to fill a coke sized carton with ice and then pour whisky in it until it came to the top, and Helen loves dancing then you will realise what a good night it was going to be.

Whilst I can see the attraction of the first and perhaps reluctantly be happy to join in the second I made my excuses and left. You'll see the sense of this when you realise our ferry schedule required us to be north of Bordeaux on the next day, the first part of which was a 35 mile trip from Gosol down a single track highway (at that time) to the main road. At daft o'clock.

I was awoken by her coming in. It was time to go.

We made it through the Pyrenees, and up to Bordeaux and got steak frites at our chambres d'hote, just north of the city. At that time as the ring road was being built. Helen slept most of the way, did a bit of motorway driving after sleeping the morning away and we found our chambres d'hote by about 6.30 pm.

As we both began to come alive again and the steak frites were finished the landlady of the chambres d'hote made it perfectly clear it was getting close to bedtime. At around 9.30 pm. Had we been in Spain it would have been time to start revving up for the night, and was a huge and slightly unfortunate contrast from the night before.

This was brought on by being in Millau at the moment, where a late night seems to be around 11.00 pm. What is it in the character of the French in general, to retire so early and the Spanish to be thinking at that time of just going out? Can't simply be the climate since it is also true in the north of Spain, and Madrid. The Madrilenos think the Catalans go to bed early!

Thoughts anyone? Flossie Malavialle?

22/08/2016

Sorry there hasn't been much activity on this, been struggling to get a decent Wifi where I could spend some time. In fact I thought I might use this as my first theme.

When I seek out a campsite I do look for wifi. I like to stay connected, search routes out, check football scores, Skype with people etc. And I go on Facebook.

I have lost count of the number of times I have arrived on a French campsite only to find the wifi isn't working. This one here in Amboise is a case in point. Campsite wide availability advertised, strong signal - but not connecting.

The camping alternative on many sites is to pay for access , and boy do the they know how to charge. €6 for two hours is the record so far, €10 a day not unusual. Now there are limits on roaming charges I find it easier to use the smartphone, though nothing like as convenient as an iPad.

In Spain, generally speaking you will find free wifi all over the site, and certainly near the bar/reception area if nothing else. Portugal much the same. They now seem to regard it as essential as showers. And IMHO so they should.

But the coincidence of free wifi not working in a French campsite is so common now there must be a good reason.

Thoughts anyone?

I don't think anything can prepare you for Magaluf. It a virtual UK and Ireland take over with a constant succession of ...
24/04/2016

I don't think anything can prepare you for Magaluf. It a virtual UK and Ireland take over with a constant succession of UK owned bars/ cafeterias. With some unusual combinations of food too, (spaghetti and chips!??) everything is geared to cheap!

One of the great attractions of Mallorca is the fact that tourism is concentrated in a number of places but other places...
22/04/2016

One of the great attractions of Mallorca is the fact that tourism is concentrated in a number of places but other places remain untouched. This is known as "honeypot tourism".

A similar phenomenon is observable in Cornwall and Devon where campsites are encouraged to develop facilities "in-house" so the tourists don't take their cars and clag up the roads.

One of the great glories of Mallorca is its North-West coast. Would be hard to develop anyway given the morphology of the place, but the views where possible are phenomenal.

Cyclists. There are thousands of cyclists here moving along generally in groups of a dozen. How more aren't killed I wil...
21/04/2016

Cyclists. There are thousands of cyclists here moving along generally in groups of a dozen. How more aren't killed I will never know.

I am emphatically not anti -cyclist. On the road between Cala Rajtada and Alcudia I must have passed a couple of thousand, safely and with no problems.

But the road from Pollença - Soller is a different kettle of fish! It is extremely hilly so half the cyclists are moving slowly, at the same time those coming towards you are moving very quickly.

You are legally obliged to leave 1.5 metres between you and the cyclist, which often takes you into the middle of the very narrow road, shared incidentally with buses!

You rightly slip into first gear and follow the cyclists at their speed but the nature of the road is that this may be for half a kilometre or so!

You can imagine the traffic build up!

Some pictures of this.

17/04/2016

Cala Rajtada is very much a German enclave, in the same way you get British dominated areas. Remarkably for Mallorca I guess, here I have heard only one uk accent in two whole days.

A quick look in an estate agent's window seemed to indicate prices were very reasonable, more realistic since the crisis, as usual with a number of half built blocks scattered around the area.

Porto Cristo is a yachties heaven with a lovely sheltered harbour and for excursion boats. We went for a trip on one of ...
16/04/2016

Porto Cristo is a yachties heaven with a lovely sheltered harbour and for excursion boats. We went for a trip on one of these, and most enjoyable it was too!

16/04/2016

I thought I might revive this for anyone interested in a more detailed account of our pre-Costa Del Folk wandering around Mallorca.

This is the second time I have visited the island, but I used to teach all about it and it sometimes does get a bad press far worse than it deserves.

In some ways the Island authorities deserve thanks for the worst excesses of tourism are quite concentrated in certain places; other places are relatively free of mass tourism, although of course its influences are felt whereever you go.

Having said that it is possible with care to escape.

We are touring the island in an anti-clockwise direction starting in Porto Cristo and finishing in Andratx via Cala Rajtada; Alcudia and Soller. We are staying in AirBnB places, and the first two are a contrast but great!

In Porto Cristo we were in a shared flat/apartment, first night on our own second night with another couple.

Second two nights we are in a lovely apartment, basically a huge (modern) room cleverly divided into different areas; basically it's a holiday let!

28/09/2015

On Learning the Language.

Rather naively (arrogantly?) I thought I might progress faster and further than I have. Especially if I could find a sympathetic native speaker or two.

I can say please and thank you with a certain amount of fluency (!) and order a beer, sandwich and so on. (Not the easiest of processes you might think since there are different words for a small beer in the North of Portugal and the Algarve - "fino" and "imperiao" for anyone interested).

Masculine and feminine is also confusing since even "thank you" which is used a lot - has masculine and feminine forms. But after a couple of weeks at this, I have only just learnt there are two words for "two" dependent upon gender, (!!) and this goes all the way through numbers. And I thought people were simply correcting my pronunciation!

Portuguese also stretches beyond "Spanish without consonants" in pronunciation. Lots of vowel sounds and some letters are pronounced differently than you might expect, depending (I think) on the letters before and after.

As for the sympathetic native speaker, plenty of them around. But of course they all speak English and want to practise!

I shall persevere!

23/09/2015

One of the things I am constantly fascinated by is how other countries seem to be able to produce linguists when we in GB supposedly have difficulties in doing the same. Most people would expect any Dutch person they meet to speak English, and their waiting staff at a holiday resort at least in places like Spain and Portugal to be able to do likewise.

Here in Portugal the younger people all speak English with varying degrees of fluency and that is taken as a given. They learn that at school. Their skill is a tribute to their teachers and their efforts.

On the international campsite where we are staying the staff, all seem to speak at least English French, and German. This is partly driven by economics - after all this is a year round tourist destination. But the staff here seem to be employed for their job skills; i.e. the waiters really are professional waiters; the maintenance staff likewise; receptionists and so on. Language skills seem a given.

And again as we have got to know some of them, this is clearly not a superficial knowledge, but quite in-depth fluency, at least in English but I have heard them speaking to German and French clients in the same way.

So my question is how do they acquire these skills?

Clearly, and maybe more so than elsewhere, Portugal and Spain have a widespread tourism industry and this economic driver plays a massive part.

But London/York/Edinburgh have massive tourist industries and we rarely seem to find the same levels of multi-lingualism in those cities.

One of my language teachers, and I might add a great inspiration to me, often pointed out with glee that the English are not really bad at languages, but they are bad at French! (He of course was Spanish!) Is this domination of French in schools a bad thing?

Or are we simply lazy and when abroad fall back on that old cliché (!!) "Well they all speak English anyway".

22/09/2015

Been very quiet on here. No particular reason, we have arrived on the penultimate stage of our journey south, and we are currently ensconced in Turiscampo Holiday Park with our friends Pete and Annie Smith doing mostly the things retired couples do on holiday - drinking, eating, reading, swimming and in my case trying to get around learning the Portuguese language by ear. Certainly it is not easy, but I am getting there slowly thanks to some helpful staff.

A trip out to the headland which looking back gives good views of the town; the River Mira; and looking westerly on the ...
14/09/2015

A trip out to the headland which looking back gives good views of the town; the River Mira; and looking westerly on the other side, the Atlantic breakers. There is a steampunk-style statue of Neptune in the centre of the roundabout.

We went out there by the "Tren Touristic" which clangs and shakes along driven by Jordi. It goes from the campsites to the beach right through the centre of the old town and for the cost of €1.00 each way is like having your own private taxi service. Sadly it is now finished at the end of the season.

The breaking waves here attract windsurfers and there were a couple out yesterday. Most impressive but I fear to late for me to learn! Especially as I hardly swim.

We found a gin bar in Vil Nova....expensive and slow service. But it had to be done for the view!
12/09/2015

We found a gin bar in Vil Nova....expensive and slow service. But it had to be done for the view!

Our trip to Porto was outstanding. The city has a great shape to it and some outstanding places to visit. I suspect we o...
09/09/2015

Our trip to Porto was outstanding. The city has a great shape to it and some outstanding places to visit. I suspect we only touched the surface. We followed our usual pattern in a strange city and took the tourist bus, it gives us a bearing. This time we met a Galacian mother and daughter with whom we had mutual friends. Amazing!

We visited the "Casa da Musica" - disappointingly we couldn't get on a tour (the only way to see inside).

Went along the Serralves Foundation, where there is some outstanding contemporary art.

Back on the bus, passing striking taxi drivers (giving them a wave and getting some appreciative waves in return) and on to port wine tasting with a vengeance, well actually with an Australian lady who at the end of her current vacation will have visited all the European countries. Did anyone mention Leichtenstein?

06/09/2015

Captains log. September 5th 2015. Vila Chā "Fim de Verāo" parties. Celebrating the end of the summer holidays.

After some disco music and faffing around with the sound the main lad came on and entertained the crowd with a load of popular songs.

These included some with the theme "Portugal" which involved a lot of swinging and raising of beer glasses at the word "Portugal". Great fun. We joined in like good (but the only) tourists should.

I realised we had met him earlier when we had done our initial scouting mission. He realised we had met him too when I started hearing "parqueismo" and "ingles" in the words and a look on his face that meant "you". It was one of those moments when you wish you had sat somewhere else. There had been a number of football teams mentioned so I commiserated about the national team's loss the night before.

He continued in this vein. As the butt of his certainly non-vicious humour Helen and I joined in as appropriately as we could and he seemed to appreciate it. We had a brilliant time and then it was dance time.

We were stood up and were introduced to the crowd with the help of a very beautiful and talented fifteen year old translator. It was explained that we would each get a Portuguese partner for some folk dancing. Helen got a middle-aged man and I thought I might get the translator. No such luck. My partner was a 75 year old woman as lively as a jumping bean who pushed and shoved me around. But it was fairly simple stepping so I could manage, though I was quickly exhausted. How I wished I was Ray Dyson.

Fortunately the rest of the crowd were totally uninhibited and everyone joined in so my level of skill and lack of physical prowess was soon hidden amongst the rest of the dancers. Except for the partner who insisted on dragging my firm, young, but knackered body through some more dancing. I looked for Helen amongst the crowd. Helpfully she was stood by the exit I was unable to reach, laughing her head off. Very funny.

I finally escaped by extricating an arm which my partner had been hanging on to so I would remain with her, and sprinting off the dance area towards the exit. I didn't stop running until I reached safety.

Personally I didn't dare look back, but I could feel her disappointed eyes boring into me as I made my embarrassed and rapid exit to the raucous cheers of the crowd. I didn't dare look to see if she was stood with hands on hips, elbows pointing outwards. Fortunately although she could clearly both have danced me to utter exhaustion and was clearly intent on doing so, she couldn't run. At least not as fast as I could.

So back across to the road to the camping. They were also having a party - with a live two-piece with a great Andrew Sharpe look alike and everyone up disco-ing.

And a separate gin bar. Large g& t's at €4.00 (or as we might call it, just over £3.00).

The barman poured them out thus: take a large glass and put a lot of ice cubes in; swish them around to cool the glass down; wipe glass inside with lemon; wipe rim with more lemon; add a large measure of gin to the ice; take a long spoon and poor the tonic onto the shaft at the top allowing it to trickle down slowly into the gin, presumably to knock the bubbles out and allow the taste of the gin to come through. I had a couple just to make sure he did it the same both times.

Woken up by fireworks. Went back to sleep.

Address


Website

Alerts

Be the first to know and let us send you an email when Dave and Helen Go Wandering posts news and promotions. Your email address will not be used for any other purpose, and you can unsubscribe at any time.

Shortcuts

  • Address
  • Alerts
  • Claim ownership or report listing

  • Want your business to be the top-listed Travel Agency?

Share