Hotel FOCH Thionville Centre
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- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility
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Breakfast, suitcase cramming and off we go. Celia commented that her suitcase gets heavier at each stop. I think it's due to the two new pair of shoes she's gotten so far! I think there may be more to come. She is a shoe lover. Tam and Steve dropped us off at the train station in Cochem. They are now on an adventure through Germany. We will meet up again in Amsterdam on the 16th. We will miss them. On the ...
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the inside of my upper lip. Ouch that hurt! but what followed was worse. My lip
started to swell up like it wanted to compete in the annual lip singing competitions
of Mozambique. So for today and tomorrow it looks like I have had a Botox
treatment gone wrong. One consolation though- it is temporary; I have seen
people with permanent fixtures like this.
Anyway I hope you will enjoy the blog-
... After the First World War, the French decided that it was very likely that there would be more conflict with Germany as Hitler became more powerful. The French decided to build a line of defensive forts in the early 1930's. The young tour guide gave a good background of the fort and explained the history in such a way that even a young boy from the Netherlands was kept interested. Inside the tunnels was cold and damp but, having read Trip Advisor, we were prepared and wore ...
16th July 2013
We had our usual tea and were up and away waving goodbye to the Australians as they were heading south and us north to Luxembourg.
We got to our first lock and had to wait for a barge and then followed it to the next one at the border. It was beautiful countryside getting hillier as we neared Germany and the vineyards started appearing, some with chateau's and one very modern house with its own vineyard.
... catching our first bus, but then things started to go wrong. Apparently, it was late, which got us to the next stop late. However, I didn't realize we were late. Instead of picking Bryn up and running for the next bus stop (which was a half block and and underpass away), I let her dawdle on the steps and whine about not wanting to walk. When we reached the bus stop, the bus was gone. It was 4:13, and we'd missed it by 1 minute.
Fortunately, we were at ...