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2012 is the year that my fiance, Damien and I have taken leave of work to see this wonderful world we live in. Our adventures have taken us to Scandinavia in the winter to view the ethereal Northern Lights, the heat and humidity of Asia for three months, Europe via caravan and now South America. It has been an amazing ride so far and one that has continues to surprise and delight us. We have seen so many wonderful sights and met so many great people that I know this year will continue to inspire and inform how we live our lives for all the years to come.

The Fat Duck

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It’s no secret that Damien and I are rather food obsessed. I mean, on our very first date he lured me in with his plans to go on a nine day foodie tour of hatted regional restaurants in New South Wales, Victoria and South Australia. When he asked me if I’d like to join him I immediately replied “Yes!” and as they say in the classics, the rest is history. Our love of all things to do with food was what  helped to bring us together, and it is something that we have continued to enjoy since.

We have been fortunate to dine at some amazing restaurants together. Mutually, our all time favourite meals having been consumed (in no particular order of preference) at The Royal Mail (country Victoria), Est. (Sydney) and Iggy’s (Singapore). However, in recent times we have eased off on our fine dining extravagances. We genuinely enjoy food from all manner of countries and levels of sophistication.

We deliberated for quite a while as to whether we could justify including a dining experience at Heston Blumenthal’s foodie famous establishment The Fat Duck. Like many other Aussies we were captivated by his television series, and were simply amazed at the levels of his imagination and self-taught genius when creating food. Long before our year off was even a twinkle in our eyes we daydreamed about some miracle occurring where we would find ourselves in England and at his restaurant. To us, The Fat Duck seemed like our holy grail.

So it’s no surprise really that when our travel plans for 2012 were in gestation that we somehow managed to ponder whether “could we, should we” include a visit to Heston’s home of food. Ultimately, what we decided to do was hold off making the decision until we were already travelling. But the idea seemed to grow and grow and we were unable to put it to rest, so whilst on our travels we decided to leave it to fate (and to Bacchus). Due to the restaurants extreme popularity, you can only book up to three months in advance and you simply have to be the first cab off the rank when the bookings are open online to secure a table.

The end result was that we were successful in getting a reservation, and once we had that little confirmation blinking at us we were totally stoked!

The Fat Duck is situated in Bray, a little village outside of London, which we were to discover is also the residence of two other three Michelin Star restaurants. Heston’s restaurant, being near the top of San Pellegrino World’s Top 50 Restaurants list for nine years (including holding #1 or #2 spots for six of them), clearly sat proudly amongst it’s peers. It is however, a rather unassuming looking building from the outside. The inside too is not ostentatious but comfortable and appealing to dine in. We were particularly impressed with our table by the window and tucked away around a small corner, so not in the thick of it with the other diners. To be honest, I think we scored the best table in the house.

But getting down to the real point of this post, the question is, did it live up to our lofty expectations? The simple answer is YES. This dining experience was definitely the most outstanding one we have ever enjoyed. What set this experience apart from the others (in our now top four) is not just the exceptional food but the precision of the staff and the theatre of the presentation of the meals. It is worth mentioning that at no time during the three and a half hour meal did we feel over full. Experience has shown us that this is a sign of a well designed degustation menu. We both agreed that the matching wines we had were not as “wow” as we had hoped for (we could not afford the staggering prices of the more expensive matching wine option), but they were still lovely wines.

So without further ado, here is the menu and a brief description of our thoughts on each dish:

BEETROOT MACAROON

Horseradish Cream

This amuse bouche was light and airy in texture and had a pleasingly delicate and subtle savoury flavour. It was a gentle introduction to what was to come.

NITRO POACHED APERITIFS

Vodka and Lime Sour, Gin and Tonic, Campari Soda

“Citrus Grove”

Our waiter rolled a trolley over to our table with laboratory looking equipment. He then asked us what flavour aperitif we would like. I chose Gin and Tonic, Damien chose Vodka and Lime Sour. He then explained that the foam he pumped out of a canister would be placed into the silver bucket of liquid nitrogen. The foam ball floated on top of the nitrogen. He then removed them. Mine was served as is with a twist of lemon, and Damien’s was dusted with a fine lime powder. Citrus Grove essence was sprayed in the air above us just before we popped the little aperitifs into our mouths. They melted into a slightly chewy mass. We both found them to be an extremely refreshing palate cleanser and noted that they were not as cold as we thought they would be.

RED CABBAGE GAZPACHO

Pommery Grain Mustard Ice Cream

This dish had simple and clean savoury flavours. The rich texture of the ice cream offered a nice progression in the meal but taken on its own was not the most outstanding dish. It’s place in the menu was well chosen.

JELLY OF QUAIL, CRAYFISH CREAM

Chicken Liver Parfait, Oak Moss and Truffle Toast

(Homage to Alain Chapel)

Wine pairing: 2008 Collio, Klin, Primosic, Friuli-Venezia Giulia (Italy)

Words are pretty much insufficient to describe the awesomeness of this dish! This was our favourite dish of the meal. This was truly perfection. The food was presented with a wooden box of moss that overflowed with liquid nitrogen and coated the table with a delightful cloud of white mist. We were then asked to open small containers that held a tiny film of oak moss. Next we were advised to sample some of the Truffle Toast. The toasts were slightly crispy and coated in just the right amount of truffle and finely sliced radish. The piece de resistance was without doubt the white bowl containing distinct layers of chicken liver parfait, quail jelly and crayfish cream. The textures of these ingredients were immaculate as well. It was a faultless dish.

SNAIL PORRIDGE

Iberico Bellota Ham, Shaved Fennel

Wine pairing: 2009 Bourgogne, Domaine Leflaive, Burgundy (France)

This was a surprising winner of a dish and generous in size. The flavours had a very distinct home cooked feel about them, Heston’s take on comfort food. I have not eaten snails before so it was a revelation to me what a pleasantly earthy flavour they had. Damien had tried snails before and noted that Heston bought out the delicate flavours beautifully, without any funkiness you usually get with snail dishes.

ROAST FOIE GRAS

Barberry, Braised Kombu and Crab Biscuit

Wine pairing: 2011 Pinot Gris, Signature, Rene Mure, Alsace (France)

It’s fair to say that if foie gras appears on a menu we often gravitate towards it. So we are well acquainted with this delicacy and the variety of ways it can be prepared. This dish was in a class of its own. I personally have never tasted better foie gras and didn’t realise it could be so silky smooth and melt in your mouth goodness. It was a taste explosion of the best kind. The Braised Kombu  and Crab Biscuit were an ideal complement.

MAD HATTER’S TEA PARTY

(c.1850)

Mock Turtle Soup, Pocket Watch and Toast Sandwich

In a series of fun dishes this one provided the best theatre. Our waitress asked us if we were familiar with the tale of Alice in Wonderland and we were presented with a bookmark quoting part of the story . The table was then adorned with a high tea centrepiece complete with a Mad Hatter’s top hat and toast sandwiches. We were next presented with an ornate box that was opened to reveal two gold leaf Pocket Watches. We were asked to then dunk our Pocket Watches (which had a tea bag string attached) into the water of our glass tea pots. They melted to produce the stock of the Mock Turtle Soup. The “tea” was then poured into our soup bowls and the gold leaf swirled around the other ingredients in a most eye catching way. It was such an enjoyable dish due to so many quirky elements to tell the story. Most importantly though the flavours were excellent as well. The toast sandwiches to Damien were inspired. They were literally very thin wafers of pressed toast between slices of bread.

“SOUND OF THE SEA”

Wine pairing: Daiginjo Masumi Nanago, Miyasaka Brewery, Nagano Prefecture (Japan)

This is one of Heston’s most famous dishes, and understandably so. In this dish he plays on the idea that all your senses, not just taste, sight and smell, can be used to enhance the flavours of the dish. After experiencing this, we both agree. Different kinds of sashimi and a variety of sea plants were beautifully arranged on a glass plate atop a bed of sand. A salty tasting foam and edible sand tied all the elements together. The key to the dish is that you listen to sounds of the seaside through head phones, presented in a sea shell, while you eat. We felt that the sake that went with this creation was the best food and wine pairing of the entire meal.

SALMON POACHED IN A LICORICE GEL

Artichokes, Vanilla Mayonnaise and Golden Trout Roe

Wine pairing: 2008 Vernese, La Grola, Allegrini, Veneto (Italy)

This was a dish that did not immediately wow us both but crept up on us as we ate more of it. This was an enjoyable dish however, the licorice flavour wasn’t very evident. We were particularly taken with the individually plucked grapefruit cells that formed a bed under the salmon. This is an example of the level of detail that went into this dish.

LAMB WITH CUCUMBER

(c.1805)

Onion and Dill Fluid Gel

Wine pairing: 2007 Brunello di Montalcino, Poggio alle Mura, Castello Banfi, Tuscany (Italy)

This was another outstanding plate. The lamb was unbelievably succulent. The cucumber, cream and gravey complimented it wonderfully. The Onion and Dill Gel fluid was served separately and was amazingly rich and delicious. The lamb crackling didn’t go down to bad either! Yummo!

HOT & ICED TEA

What the?? This was a glass of tea gel that was indeed hot and ice cold at the same time. We were told to drink it in a particular direction to ensure we got the hot and cold drink equally. Bizarre, inventive and refreshing.

MACERATED STRAWBERRIES

Olive Oil Biscuit, Chamomile and Coriander

Jelly and Ice Cream Cornet

Wine pairing: 2009 Passito di Pantelleria, Ben Rye, Donnafugata, Sicily (Italy)

Oh wow! This was just too pretty to be food, was it not art? It was the most beautifully presented meal of the day. And let’s just say that the taste equalled the presentation.

The Jelly and Ice Cream Cornet was presented to us exactly as a miniature ice cream cone. It was completely enjoyable but entirely overshadowed by the main part of the dessert.

THE “BFG”

Black Forest Gateau

Wine pairing: 2010 Alella, Dolc Mataro, Alta Alella, Catalunia (Spain)

This dessert was quite a contrast to the previous one due to its minimalist presentation. I am not usually overly interested in chocolate desserts, but this was sublime and the matched wine tasted like the cherry flavour of the cake. It was another standout pairing.

WHISK(E)Y WINE GUMS

These were presented on a small board that showed a map with each of the Whisk(e)y Wine Gums attached to where the Whiskeys came from. We were asked to pull the gums off the board in a particular order to better appreciate the variations in the five whiskeys used.

“LIKE A KID IN A SWEET SHOP”

We were each given a lolly bag that included the four sweets below. The names of each were presented a lolly scented card. I liked them all, Damien was not a fan of the Coconut Baccy. Our favourite was the Queen of Hearts which was sweet biscuit in a sugar coating made to look like a playing card. The Apple Pie Caramel was our second favourite.

AERATED CHOCOLATE

Mandarin Jelly

COCNUT BACCY

Coconut Infused with an Aroma of Black Cavendish Tobacco

APPLE PIE CARAMEL

With an Edible Wrapper

(no need to unwrap)

THE QUEEN OF HEARTS

(she made some tarts….)

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The odd, the unusual and the freaky

The last seven or so months of travel have had their fair share of “I haven’t seen that before” moments. Some however, have been more odd, unusual or freaky than others. Here is a list of ten of the more memorable ones:

  1. Whilst we were wandering through one of the ancient Plain of Jars sites in Phonsavan, Lao we heard an almighty boom that filled the air. It scared the bejesus out of us and reverberated for a long while. When we asked our tour guide what it was, he replied ever so nonchalantly that it was a bomb being detonated. Sure enough, as we looked over to some fields in the distance we could see a massive ball of smoke rising in the air. What is particularly noteworthy (aside from the fact that a bomb went off, of course) is the very blasé way in which we were informed of what it was. I guess this is a testament to the fact that there is still a massive amount of unexploded ordnance in this area of the country.
  2. During an otherwise quiet afternoon on the Thai island of Koh Lanta, we were suddenly thrust into the most scary moment of our lives when a tsunami siren went off and we were caught up in the mass panic of an evacuation. In the confusion I got hit by a motorcycle, broke my arm in two places and suffered from vertigo for a month afterwards due to hits to my head.
  3. One day driving through Italy we both heard a loud thud, and looked out the car window to see that a bird had fallen out of the sky dead next to our car. It had suffered some untoward incident as it was quite a bloody mess.
  4. At Genova airport in Italy I had the extreme misfortune to be locked in my toilet cubicle. After numerous attempts and several minutes of trying to unlock the lock, I began to get increasingly alarmed as the cubicle was completely enclosed except for a small gap between the base of the door and the floor. When sheer brute force proved futile – which if I am truthful, was by this stage in fact sheer panicked yanking – I resorted to getting down on the floor on my hands and knees and sticking my arm under the gap, waving it about madly yelling, “Help, help!”. An Italian lady came to my aid and easily opened the door from her side and stared at me somewhat perplexed. I babbled in English that I had tried to get out but couldn’t. I’m fairly sure she thought I was cracked.
  5. Whilst enjoying a pleasant afternoon stroll through our caravan park in France one afternoon, the serenity was ruined when a bird shat on my head as it flew past. What is even more funny about this incident is that it happened in a week of several bird poo attacks. In the same week, I also had my camera pooed on as I stood taking a photo; my thong got shat on; the little table we ate at got targeted and our car got a comprehensive assault. We have had no other such shit filled weeks before or since.
  6. One evening as we sat quietly enjoying the view from our campsite over the vineyards of Mersault in France, we heard this extremely loud noise suddenly to our right. Seemingly out of absolutely nowhere, a hot air balloon was hovering only a few metres off the ground just outside the campground. It was quite an unexpected and surprisingly thrilling sight to have sprung upon us. Clearly all our fellow campers felt the same as instantly the place was a hive of activity. People dashed to get their cameras and mobile phones to snap shots of the balloon as it drifted past us and ascended into the sky.
  7. Sitting at a set of traffic lights one day in France we happened to spot the most bizarre of sights. A man in his wheelchair was waiting in one of the two lanes on his side of the road amongst other vehicles. Despite the fact there were footpaths running adjacent to the road, there he was, waiting patiently with the other mobiles to take off. Well, his wasn’t exactly what I would call a “take off” when the lights did eventually change. He even had a set of blinkers set up on the rear of his wheelchair to indicate his next turns! It is worthwhile mentioning that his wheelchair was not one of those large ride-on contraptions you often see the elderly scooting around in, but a genuine small framed wheelchair. It definitely was not the kind of machine I would want to be sitting in sans crash helmet whilst trying to negotiate the traffic at a snails pace.
  8. France was one of those countries where the strange sights abounded. We also witnessed one early evening the locals participating in what I can only describe as boat jousting. People faced off to each other and as their boats passed each other they battled with massive jousting sticks.
  9. Whilst walking along the Thames in London we witnessed a massive police boat go screaming down the river with its lights flashing and sirens blaring. It was traveling so fast that it was getting airborne.
  10. As we walked down the street in New York a man came sauntering towards me with his black and white cat perched atop his head. It was amazing that the cat could maintain its position on his head for such a long time on this busy street, and even more amazing that the man had somehow trained him to do it. When I made stunned eye contact with the man and his living fur hat, he laughed manically at me!

After finishing this list I decided to add:

  1. We are now in Quito, Ecuador. It is our first full day after arriving here from North America yesterday. We are staying in a lovely guesthouse in the outskirts of the town, where I am sure we are some of the only gringos who make it out to these parts. We had planned to stay put in our guesthouse to deal with culture shock, practice our Spanish with our friendly hosts and catch up on all of our outstanding blog posts. In short, we intended it to be a time just to bunker down and also have somewhere comfortable where we can access the internet so we can plan our next moves after we return from our Galapagos trip. Not going anywhere far from our immediate surrounds was the key. However, as fate would have it, today a bus driver (apparently drunk according to Paco, our host) smashed into the telegraph pylon about 100 meters up the street from us. The power has been out most of the day and apparently this has also cut the internet. Thus, we will now be heading into town this week to upload our blog posts and do our next lot of travel research. We will go to the South American Explorers Club which is a great place where travellers can go to access information and a myriad of other services in South America. We have membership to this club due to the very thoughtful gift from some of our close friends for our engagement present.
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Empire state of mind

Well we are currently in the Big Apple and loving this city! We are a wee bit behind on our blog and plan to get up to speed soon but with so many great things to do in this city, it may be a few more days coming!

Empire state of mind has been a song we played before arriving in NY to get us psyched and have heard it plenty of times being played in the city since we came here…seems everyone else thinks it’s a great song to capture the je ne sais quoi of this exciting metropolis!

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Mosey-ing along the Mosel Valley

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Like a dog straining against its leash as it is lead closer to the end of its “walkies”, we were very much pulling ourselves away mentally from the reality that us and the old Eriba would soon be parting ways. Our two months trundling along the roads of Europe was such a wonderful adventure and we were extremely reluctant to admit to ourselves that like all good things, it must come to an end. It got to the point that we would scry (our made up word to describe the act of screaming and crying at the same time) aloud and in mock desperation, “Wohnwagen!”(along the lines of the “WILSON!!!” moment for Tom Hanks character in Castaway).

When we crossed over the border from France into Germany, there really was no more denying that we truely were homeward bound, so to speak. But stuff it, nothing like bald-faced denial when confronted with unpalatable truths! Our planned two night stay in the Mosel Valley very easily and readily got stretched out to five nights.  We thus set ourselves up for what we expected to be two days of epic driving, al la route to Croatia. But we didn’t care, quite frankly. Deny, deny, deny!

Admittedly our decision was aided and abetted by some insider knowledge imparted by our new found friend, Colin. The German/Pommy we met at our campground in Erden. Colin assured us over a few quiet ones that the Mosel Valley was really the last standout tourist destination on our return path to Graepel, so obviously, we owed it to ourselves to set up camp and dig in our heels in Erden! Erden incidently means “earth” in German. So therefore, a perfect place for digging in!

And dig in we did. We pretty much whiled away the majority of our time in and around the immediate surrounds of our little campground at Erden. It was such a lovely and quiet little spot, with luscious green grass that was long and soft and entirely inviting underfoot. The camp was well located right next to the Mosel River, and it had what I came to decide was some of the most picturesque views of vineyards along this seemingly never ending valley of vines. The staff were also friendly and I think they were quite taken with the novelty of having some Aussies staying with them. One day as we sat having lunch at the restaurant the owner had me on the phone to her daughter for a yarn, as her daughter had spent some months in Australia in 2010!

There was also Colin who had a caravan at Erden and has been coming to the Mosel for years. Colin spoke English with a Pommy accent but had grown up predominantly in Germany. It was a bit of a novelty I guess for us to have met Colin as the vast majority of our last six months has been spent living in countries where English is not the first language spoken, so you never know to what degree you can communicate with the people you meet. Thus we hit it off with Colin, and we both missed him when he left a day earlier than us.

Our time in Erden turned out to be a very fitting and relaxing end to our caravan capers. Although we were content to hang out mostly in Erden, we did go for a very enjoyable bike ride along the valley to the town of Bernkastel-Kues. The Germans really embrace bike riding and there are bike paths extensively throughout the country. Mosel was a great example of how this German past time has been made such a great experience. Not content with just one bike path, there was usually paths on both sides of the road and on occasions a third just for good measure! It all added up to just a top way to get around and take in what I assume is a unique example of vineyards on sheer slopes. I had what I refer to a serious case of perma-grin during said bike ride.

The valley apparently extends from source to mouth for 546 km (thanks Wikipedia). I guess we drove through about 200 odd kilometres of that. If you take into account that the cliffs of the valley are then covered in vineyards, you start to get a picture of just how vast and impressive a sight it is. Some of the cliff faces (like those opposite our campground) are very steep and you’d have to pay me a lot of money to want to work under those conditions! I spent one morning photographing in awe the workers across the way, toiling on the precipice of the opposite bank. Clearly they do not suffer vertigo like this little scardie cat!

Bernkastel-Kues is a bonafide tourist destination, with good reason I might add. It is a totally charming town and an excellent example of the highly appealing architecture of the valley. The buildings are a very pleasing combination of wood, colourful but tasteful paint jobs and a lovely example of (what I think) are dark brown layered slate buildings. Couple that with the ever present vines growing on slopes and throw in an ancient castle on a hill that you can hike up to, and hey presto! You have a winning town visit (minus the extremely dodgey coffee experience in the castle – lucky the views compensated!).

In short it may not be regular on the Aussie tourist trail but seriously, it was a great find and I rated it as our final Wohnwagen long stay moment.

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I’m in London still

Wonder if you can pick up my
Accent on the phone
When I call across the country
When I call across the world
I — see you in my kitchen
I can picture you now
As you toast to your small town
When you drink the happy hour
I’m in London still
I’m in London still
I’m in London still

I took the tube over to Camden
To wander around
I bought some funky records
With that old Motown sound
And I miss you like my left arm
That’s been lost in a war
Today I dream of home and not of London anymore
I’m in London still
I’m in London still
Yeah I’m in London still

You know it’s okay
I’m kinda happy here for now
I think I’ve finally grown up
And got myself a love of now
And if I ever come home
And I, I think I will
I hope you’re gonna wanna hang at my place on Sunday still
Oh yeah I hope you will
Cause I’m in London still

You know we got it sorted, yeah
We really got it down
To a fine art on Sunday
In a sleepy Sunday town
I wonder what I’m missing
I think of songs I’ve never heard
I’m dreaming of your voices
And I’m dreaming of your hurt
I’m in London still
I’m in London still
I’m in London still

Oh I’m in London still
la-la-la-la-la London still
I’m in London

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