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Travel Blogs from Glisy
... onto Villers-Bretonneux to visit the Australian War Memorial. The town of Fouilloy is dedicated to the Australian soldiers who halted the advance of the German army in 1918. A lot of the streets (or Rue) have Australian names such as Rue de Melbourne etc. The town has a sister city of Robinvale in Victoria and there is a sign just as you enter the town. ...
... how to get there. They told us to ignore all road closure signs and drive through. So Daddy drove like a crazy person. We saw a lot of graves from Australian, Canadian and New Zealanders. We also met many Australians and some even from Brisbane.
Then we headed to our hotel in Port-En-Bessin on the coast of Normandy.
... breaks during the week.
Simple things such as lined paper are different here in the sense that it does not exist. Everyone writes in notebooks that are lined with small grid paper. The schooling system is done differently here as well, which has created great problems in choosing courses. Here, students pick a faculity (be it languages, sciences, social sciences or French... I mean, lettres as it is called here.) and their schedule is made for them. Simply trying to ...
... somewhat wayward soldier. The character played by Paul Hogan in the mini series ANZACS is loosely based on this Australian soldier.
After lunch was a visit to the Canadian memorial whole includes a preserved trench... It is hard to imaging so many young men willing to go up and over that wall knowing what was coming at them.
Perhaps the most somber and saddest of places we went on the tour was the cemetery for German soldiers, the boys ...
... When it time to call the arranged taxi, we discovered that our "taxi driver" was, in fact, the chef! We piled into the car (David attempting to get into the driver's seat again) and we took off reaching 140 clicks in 3.4 seconds (it was terrifying)! In the gloom without street lights, we eventually found Butterworth.
Breakfast was another experience...but that's another story for another blog.
until next time