On the Road with Diabetes

We often joked that planning our itinerary through 13 countries, 15 flights, 10 trains and 2250 km by bike was simple. It was figuring out the diabetes logistics that was the tough part. How to keep insulin cool for six months? How to squeeze two months + of pump supplies into bike panniers? How many extra supplies to carry? Could we ship supplies? What if our bags got lost or stolen? What if Amos got sick? The mental gymnastics were all a bit daunting at times, but we muddled through. Here are some thoughts on planning/executing a six month trip with diabetes along for the ride, including our master packing list if you want to try it yourself!

It must be said from the beginning that we literally could not have done it without a pit crew of generous friends, family and medical professionals. We had grandparents mailing insulin and extra supplies, an aunt smuggling insulin in her suitcase, pharmacists pack-ratting supplies and a medical team that only ever expressed complete support for our crazy plans. They were as much a part of this trip as we were.

We’ve been at diabetes for a long time now; Amos was diagnosed when he was 17 months. At the time, one of my main worries was whether we could travel again, especially the off-the-beaten track, pack-it-light travel that Ian and I love and had imagined doing with our family one day. It took a ton of pre-planning, calculating what supplies were needed, researching customs regulations and postage prices. After so many years of Amos having diabetes, and a few practice holidays, diabetes has become second nature, like the third child in our family. We managed to (mostly) take diabetes in stride, and didn’t let it stand in the way of the out of the way places and adventures we had. 

But I won’t pretend that it was always easy on the road. There were challenging times, for sure. Like when everyone was cranky from the heat, Amos had been 17 + for hours straight and we were (not) sleeping in a tent, where early morning birds or noisy neighbours kept us awake. Or when tap water wasn’t OK to drink, or malaria pills made Amos lose his appetite, even for juice. Or when he had a heat reaction to the adhesive for his infusion sets, or kept going low bouncing on the trampoline at 1900 metres of altitude outside Swiss mountain hut. Or when he stayed out in the surf for hours, loving bogey boarding, and came out of the water at 2.1. We’ve treated lows on top of church spires, outside caves, rolling along on the tandem, and roaring down highways in the back of a camper van. 

Ian and I have different approaches to diabetes, we always have. He is wonderfully relaxed about the whole thing, with the attitude that “we’ll deal with it if it happens”. My approach is to worry more, and over-plan. Imagine the contingencies, figure out how much we need just in case, and then bring double that amount. For this trip, we leaned towards my approach (at my insistence). Definitely brought more than we needed, but I had the piece of mind that I needed to not worry about it while we were away. Our complete packing list is at the end of this post.


Highs and Lows

Amos’s blood sugar levels aren’t stable at the best of times, and this trip kept us on our toes. Everything affects blood sugar: carbohydrates (up), except when they are fatty or processed (down, then up); altitude (down); exercise (down); no sleep (up/down/up/down), hormones (all over the place); failed infusion set (up); new insulin (faster downs). 40 degree weather in Thailand needed a lot more insulin; 1900 metres altitude at a Swiss mountain hut hardly needed any. Until the next day, when it needed lots. Late nights and new foods add to the cocktail of uncertainty. We would just figure out the insulin dosing when we would move onto the next place.   

  Lows: Through the marvels of globalization, drink boxes were available everywhere. Amos sampled the world: blueberry juice (Austria), passion fruit (favourite- Australia), weird yogurt-based drinks (Thailand) and lots of healthy, organic multi-vitamin mixes (Central Europe). When those are missing, Fanta has a healthy corner on the international market. As does Skittles, Haribo gummies and delicious Thai bananas. A bit afraid to see Amos’ next dentist visit, but what can you do? We brought a few big jars of Dex with us, and wish we had had more. We didn’t find a similar tasting product anywhere else. Dextrose tablets were widely available in Europe but Amos didn’t like their pasty-ness.

Highs: One of our favourite things about travel is sampling the different foods along the way. Oh, the delicious, delightful soft, gooey carbs…we knew there would be many carbo rich meals on this journey, both at people’s homes and eating out. Amos ate as the rest of us did. An ice cream a day in Australia and Thailand. A piece of cake a day on our bike trip. Poffertijes, crepes, caneles, sugary yogurts, chocolate, fries, sticky rice with mango…We guessed as best we could, and made many, many wrong guesses. We abandoned perfection a long time ago, and accepted that there would be a lot more highs than home. There were many night time wake ups trying to bring him down, and lots of enforced breaks to run around the park and burn off carbs and monkey energy. The Dexcom sensor (CGM) helped a lot. Curious to see what his A1C (three month average blood sugar) will be when we get home. EIther way, we won’t feel guilty about it.  

 Airplane travel

Airport security. Argh. We had 14 flights in all. It’s never the same, but almost always a pain in the ass. It took us almost 30 minutes to clear the first check into the US, by the time they had quizzed Amos about his sensor and swabbed the juice boxes. We carried a 1 month supply of syringes, infusion sets, glucagon etc with us on the plane in case of lost baggage. We learned with experience to show up early, and have everything diabetes related together in a cloth shopping bag, easy to open. We know now to present the letter from the doctor right away, pull out the pumps (3 in total!) to bypass the X-ray scanner, and open up the small insulin cooler with ice packs to avoid questions. 
Most security people were very understanding and helpful- except for one Thai agent who wasn’t going to allow us to fly with our juice boxes since they were a “sweetened yogurt drink” and not the “juice” specified by the doctor. All worked out. 

  
On the plane, no special arrangements needed. Just unplugged the pump at take off and landing. Apparently, air pressure can squeeze extra insulin out if there are air bubbles. Yikes.

Insulin

The toughest logistical detail to figure out was the insulin. Insulin can last up to 28 days out of the fridge, as long as it is not too hot or cold. To keep it at a stable temperature, we used the Frio packs and rehydrated them every few weeks in cold water. A small Frio pack was in our daypack, a larger Frio pack in luggage.  
To keep insulin longer than 28 days, it needs to stay refrigerator-cold. We spent a lot of time thinking about what to do with the other 5 months worth of insulin. Doctor visits overseas were a possibility, but we didn’t want the hassle and weren’t sure about whether the formulation would be exactly the same. Over the counter was available in some countries, but not others. We came up with a plan that we would get two insulin shipments mailed to us, one for Month 3 to Joop’s in Delft in Holland (start of bike trip), and Month 4-5-6 to Blake in Vienna at our halfway point. We would store months 5-6 in the fridge in Vienna and pick it up on our way back through at the end of the bike trip. In between, we would make sure that we kept the insulin refrigerated. Easier said than done.

THe first shipment from Canada to Holland, nicely packed on ice packs in a temperature controlled envelope, was turned back at customs (lesson: never declare that it contains medicine on the customs label). The insulin, now warm, went back to Canada. It was shipped again (“medical supplies” seemed to be OK to get through Dutch customs this time). By this time, we’d left Holland. It was mailed onto us in Germany. Got held up at customs again (forgot to mention: do not label it “medicine”…). By this time, we’d left that part of Germany. It was mailed onto us in Eastern Germany. Four weeks and many hands later, we got it! Can’t remember if we used this one or not…?

Worried by this first experience of shipping insulin, we were delighted that my sister Adrienne decided to at short notice come and meet us for two weeks of biking in Austria, at the 3 month point of our trip. A perfect insulin mule! My mom transported the insulin for months 3-4-5-6 to Adri in Whistler, packed on ice. Adrienne carried it in her baggage all the way to Passau. Perfect. And then, in our excitement and tiredness of our first day together, we forgot to put it in the fridge. Warm insulin. Argh. It ended up working fine in the end, but we had a few moments of collective forehead slapping.
During our bike trip, we generally only travelled with our 28 day supply of insulin in our panniers, no refrigeration needed. There was a 10 day period between where Adrienne met us in Passau and Blake’s fridge in Vienna where we carried a multi-month supply with us that needed to be kept cold. Tricky in 30+ degree weather. Fortunately, many campsites had fridges in the office, and happily kept insulin cool and refroze our ice packs. We would also buy frozen veggies at the store in the morning and store everything in an insulated cooler bag, wrapped in a blanket. 

During our last month (August), we visited many different friends and were on the move every few days. No surprise – we forgot the insulin at one of the stops, in the fridge. JEanne quickly couriered it to us from France to Switzerland. Turned back at the border. Forgot to mention: “do not label it medicine”. Argh. Not sure what to do (insulin was now warm…), Ian stopped by a Swiss pharmacy. After a quick consultation with her colleague, the pharmacist happily handed over a new box of shiny new, COLD, insulin. Over the counter. It cost the same as the failed courier trip (80 USD). Ah well, at least we’re stocked up for home now!

Continuous Glucose Monitor (Sensor)

I cannot stress how important this little device was to our collective happiness on our trip. The CGM, which takes Amos’ blood sugar reading automatically every 3 minutes, and transmits the results to a remote, gave Amos and everyone else a lot more freedom and peace of mind. Amos would strap it to his pump belt and head to the trampoline/playground/upstairs to play with the kids, or run far ahead on a mountain hike, and come find us only if the alarm was going off. He could sleep in other rooms (it works up to 30 feet away). At night, we got more sleep as we only woke up when we had to (or when the traffic/birds/neighbours/fireworks told us to). On the tandem, I would ride with the CGM in my bike shirt pocket and deal with lows by just handing back some gummies or a juice box. 


Other diabetes supplies

Our pharmacy team at Save-On (Vic West) were superstars. They happily ordered extra supplies before the end of 2015 to max out our allowances, took phone calls from us overseas, filled prescriptions right up to the last hour before we left town.
We got two shipments of diabetes supplies sent to us, via our family. One with a 3-month supply of extra sites, sensors, glucagon sent to us at the beginning of Month 3 in Holland (which we didn’t get until Germany, see above). The other was a last minute request for more more Inset II infusion sets, which Amos preferred to the other back-up ones (Comfort Short) we’d brought along. 


Health insurance

We bought travel health insurance through Blue Cross for the whole time we were away. My work health insurance (also Blue Cross) was not enough in case of a real emergency or worse. Researched a bunch of different options and decided to go with the top plan. Cost: about $900 for whole family. No issue that Amos had a pre-existing health condition.   


Illness

We’ve been lucky that Amos has only had one tummy bug, in Austria ( lasted 1 day; roller coaster highs and lows lasted for next 10 days). Didn’t need glucagon, just lots of Gatorade and juice boxes on hand for the party afterwards. 
We were worried about Thailand, and happily surprised to have escaped with nothing more than Amos having a cold. He drank only bottled water. Happily ate street food, but we avoided sketchy stands and seafood and meats and fruit on ice. Used mosquito repellent to avoid dengue fever, and malaria pills as a precaution. 

Ahead of time, we got the usual vaccines to cover the countries on our trip. We also all took the E.coli oral vaccine Ducarol. Diabetes and vomiting are bad friends at the best of times, and we weren’t keen to experience the hospitality of a Thai hospital. 

Probably the biggest risk was during the New Years celebration in Chiang Mai, where you were soaked with river/gutter/defrosted freezer water for 2 days straight in giant water fights in the streets. “KEEP YOUR MOUTH CLOSED” only worked as advice up to a point. I yelled the same advice to Amos as he swam in the Kong river, equally as dodgy. Props to the Ducarol for keeping Amos, and the rest of us, healthy? 

Back-up insulin pumps

I (Kristina) was paranoid about being stuck in some remote Thai outpost with a vomiting child, a broken pump and stolen bags. As mentioned earlier, we (OK…I) overpacked, and over planned. Animas, the pump maker, was great about loaning us a back-up pump for 6.5 months, much longer than the usual 1 month period. In addition to the loaner, we had Amos’ old pump where the warranty had expired, that we carried just in case. One flight to go and still haven’t needed either of the back ups. Let’s keep it that way!


At the beach/ pool

As expected, long soaks in the water led to a lot of infusion set failures. No problem. We had lots of back-ups. To secure the CGM transmitter on his upper arm, Amos used an adult sized velcro wrist band for tendinitis. Worked great. A sun shirt, a la mode in Australia, also helped protect it from the pounding surf.
It was sometimes tricky to keep the diabetes bag cool at the beach, even in the Frio pack, but we tried to shade it as much as possible. We threw out one vial of insulin that we worried had gotten overheated. 
Amos took off his pump while in the water. To protect it from theft – some of these beaches were crooooowded! – we’d put it in a ziplock and bury it under our beach towel, along with wallets and phone.

  
 
Six Month Packing List

We never sat down and counted the exact number of supplies we needed/used for this trip, but this was the monthly approximation we used. We carried an additional month’s supply of everything in our luggage in case bags got lost or stolen.

  

  • 20 infusion sets per month * 6 (only needed 15 per month) 
  • 10 cartridges per month* 6 (only needed 6-7 per month)
  • 4 sensors per month (only needed 2 per month)
  • 500 strips per month (only needed 300 strips)
  • 4 extra pokers 
  • 12 lithium batteries total (used 7)
  • AA 4-6 per month. Bought these on the road.
  • 2 back up glocometres 
  • 2 ketone testers
  • 3 boxes * 10 ketone strips (used none – hooray!)
  • 2 sets of extra pump caps (for battery and infusion cord)
  • 4 watch batteries for glocometer/ ketone tester
  • 300 lancets (used less than 50- is it OK to admit that?)
  • Package of alcohol swabs
  • Cooler for carrying insulin, with ice packs (provided by nursing team – made by Lilly)
  • The usual doctors letter for air travel- would have been helpful to have it translated into the 13 different languages ahead of time. 
  • Armband to keep sensor on while playing in the surf (orthopaedic wrist band, with Velcro adjustments worked well)
  • A cell phone, with alarm clock and flashlight, for night time checks in tents/ mountain hiking huts
  • Tagaderm to keep sensor stuck on
  • Swiss Army knife w scissors for trimming Tagaderm
  • More Dex! It is light, tasty and predictable.
  • Glucagon (we had 2 with us at all times, 6 in total)
  • Anti-nausea pills
  • Charge cord for sensor
  • International adaptor

SHould have brought: cards with phrases to explain diabetes in other languages; more Dex; copies of prescriptions. Unfortunately, Dexcom doesn’t do loaner CGMs but that would have been helpful. We had no back-up if anything went wrong/broke.

In the Daypack

From these supplies, we carried a one-week supply with us everywhere, in trusty Deuter daypack. A make-up bag worked well for keeping supplies semi-organized inside.

  • 2 AA batteries for Ping
  • 1 lithium battery for pump
  • Extra pump cord
  • 2 syringes
  • Extra glocometer
  • Ketone tester + strips
  • 3 infusion sets
  • 1 sensor
  • 2 cartridges
  • 3 containers of strips
  • Tagaderm (pre-cut) 
  • Fruit leather 
  • 2 glucagon
  • Waterproof pocket (sold at outdoors stores) for keeping sensor dry 
  • Extra pump caps
  • Alcohol swaps 
  • Extra watch batteries for glocometer/ ketone tester 
  • 1 zofran pill (powerful anti-vomiting drug)
  • 20-ish lancets 
  • Extra poker
  • alcohol swabs for cleaning CGM transmitter
  • 3 pump pouches (they got verrrry sweaty!)
  • 1 water bottle
  • 4 juice boxes
  • Dex or skittles
  • Snacks: granola bars, applesauce in squeeze pouches, fruit leather etc
  • Sensor 
  • Ping
  • Travel medical insurance card 
  • Also in the daypack: phone, passports, iPad, sunscreen, Benadryl/epipen (for K’s wasps), camera.

Heading home

Well, at least two of the four of us are excited to be heading to Canada today:

  
We’re sitting at the airport in Amsterdam, enjoying a few last croissants and coffee before our flight to New Jersey/ Ottawa.    Happily, it’s not over yet! We’re heading to Ottawa for a few days, including a four day canoe trip with Jolanta, Brent and the cousins.  What a wonderfully Canadian homecoming.  And my parents happen to be in Ottawa, and will meet us at the airport tonight.  It’s making the return to real-life all a bit easier. Amos and Naeva are wound up with excitement of going back to Canada; Ian and I…well, not so much.   It is a strange feeling to know that the end of this trip is almost here. We’ve been living it for six months (to the day!), planning for it for almost three years, and dreaming of it for years before that.  So many places and people and great experiences over the last six months.  

Here’s a couple of them, from around our table in the coffee shop:

Amos’ favourite memories:  the HIKE up Doi Suthep; the kayak trip down the Susa River in Thailand; Taronga Zoo. 

Naeva: Getting tipped off her bike by a rollerblader on the busy Amsterdam streets (she was OK; he was kind of scratched up); the Olympic museum in Lausanne; boogie boarding in Toowoon Bay.

Ian: Bodyboarding in Australia. Australian Greek food and meeting the Bourii relatives. Footy games (especially Collinwood’s win, sorry Rabittohs and Roosters). Playing cricket at the farm. The Bike trip – the food, the views, the rhythm of it, the beer and wine and meeting new friends. Hiking in the Alps and Pyrenees. French cheese. Biking in Amsterdam. Snorkelling and swimming in Croatia. Water festival / fights on the streets of Chiang Mai. Chiang Mai food and cooking class. Caving in Thailand. Our many super hosts – in Ottawa, Sydney, Woodenbong, The Oaks, Canberra, Budawang, Melbourne, Delft, Mainz, Erlangen, Sulzfeld, Vienna, Craponne Sur Arzon, Rheinfelden, Bern, Vers Chez les Blancs (Lausanne), Lourres-Barouse, Saint Aubin – so many good meals, comfy beds, adventures and great conversations. 

Kristina: Being outside everyday for the better part of six months. Visiting family in Australia. Visiting friends in Europe. Bike trip, especially along the Main and then with Adri/Maika in Austria. Biking into Budapest along the majestic Danube. Floating on the crystal blue Adriatic. Hiking, everywhere. Sooooooo much good food. Melbourne. Zagreb. Delft.

We’ve had a great last few days in Amsterdam. Spent yesterday following our stomachs, biking to find the best frites and then the best herring in town (Check out eatyourworld.com – how did we miss this earlier??!!).  The to the Van Gogh museum. Wandered around through the colours and swirls with our audio tours. Home for a drink on the local patio then dinner on another one. And more packing. A fitful few hours of sleep (less than four, diabetes alarms going off, high 20s in our bedroom, not so rested, 5 am wake up, why do we book flights that leave so early in the morning???!!)

Amsterdam!

Sorry, not many photos for this post or the last. Something’s wrong with our camera. We think we can fix it, but not until Ottawa. So we’ll make do with words, and photos taken on the iPad until then. Stay tuned for a batch next week.

 Sitting on the wood floor in our beautiful apartment, evening sun streaming in through the huge windows.  So much light everywhere here – you can see where the Dutch painters drew their inspiration from! Here’s the view:

  
 Our sturdy Dutch bikes (rentals) are locked up on the cobblestone street outside.  OK, so they are clunkers but you can’t complain for 8 Euros for 24 hours. We spent the day rolling around the city. Saw the Museum District, with great plazas and gardens surrounding the buildings. Stopped for DELICOUS poffertjes, those fluffy pancakes that we fell in love with back at the ROtterdam market in May, slathered in hunks of butter and icing sugar. We biked past Anne Frank’s house, with a line-up at least 500 metres long (no exaggeration). Kept going to the Oude Kerk district, filled with tourists, and zig zagged along the canals towards home.  Had a picnic of Turkish take-out beside our neighbourhood canal for dinner.

BIking in Amsterdam is dizzying. So many cyclists, pedestrians, buses, trams. Bridges, canal boats and water everywhere. Amos declared the streets “even worse than Thailand”. I think of it more as organized chaos, inspiring, delightful, crazy and definitely a bit to get used to. Naeva has nearly been hit by at least two cyclists while she has been walking, as we keep forgetting to look for the cycle track once you cross the traffic lanes!

Our trip here by train yesterday was smooth. Said a fond and early morning “A la prochaine” to Flo and Marc and drove to the Bordeaux train station to return our car and fit in a last flaky French croissant. Took three TGVs (high-speed trains) to get to Amsterdam. Had to change train stations in Paris, which had us a bit nervous due to time and logistics. In the end, we ditched the idea of taking the metro (8 bags…too many!) and instead hopped a cab. The driver, a friendly guy from Côte d’Ivoire, gave us the drive-by tour: the Eiffel Tower, Place de la Concorde, Tuilerie Gardens, Galeries Lafayette, Arc de Triomphe.  Magnifique! So good. So much cheaper than if we’d actually stayed. And we saw it all :). 

So here we are back in Holland, where we started the European leg of our trip four months ago. TOmorrow we return to Delft to pick up the two suitcases we’ve been storing at Joop’s house since May. It all feels a bit nostalgic, realizing that this is the last week to fit it all in: favourite meals to eat (still need to find herring and Dutch apple tarts); special promises to fulfill (Amos’ trip to Lego store); back to school/work shopping to do; a few treats still to buy for home (how much cheese can I smuggle in?).  We’ve had a few conversations about our “Top Lists” –  top meals, top campsites, top cities- which inevitably turn into Top 60 lists, as there has been so much that we’ve seen and done since May, let alone March, that it seems impossible to summarize.  We’ll work on digesting it a bit this week. 

Bordeaux

Two years ago, Naeva had a classmate from France in her class. She and Lisa become close friends, and her family invited us to come and visit. Here we are! We’ve had a great few days with parents Flo and Marc, and children Lisa (11), Constance (8) and Raphael (6).  Flo’s sister Carole (a teacher at our kids school in Victoria) and her two daughters were also visiting.    THe house is just outside Bordeaux.  We’ve been treated to long, lingering meals, dips in their backyard pools and late conversations en francais well into the evening (midnight bedtimes for les enfants, tres bien!).  Naeva and Lisa picked up where they left off two years ago and had a great few days together.

We took our two and Lisa on a trip to the Dunes du Pyla, a 110 m high sand dune on the Atlantic. I (Kristina) had visited when I was 11. We reenacted my childhood by scaling it and running/rolling/flipping down.  The kids had their first dip in the Atlantic. It didn’t last too long.

We were all invited to visit some cousins at their chateau in the middle of their winery outside Bordeaux on Saturday. Our three hosts Nicholas, Fred and Ben treated us to fantastic meal, a tour of the wine cellar and of course some of their own Sauternes, a sweet and soft white wine usually drunk at Christmas or other special holiday.  We bought a few to take home  for December. Lots of time out on the terrace in the sun, too.

Today Marc took us on a tour of Bordeaux. A beautiful city, on the Garonne River. Lots of plazas and restored buildings. It felt a bit like Vienna, lots of Baroque churches and ornate balconies. Delicious lunch on the Place du Parlement. We climbed up 233 stairs for a view of the city.

And then home for one last meal ensemble. Ian and Marc cooked the Merguez outside.  Our cheese platter had 13 cheeses on it. Love this country.

We have managed to squish the contents of our 4-week road trip into our bags tonight, for our train trip to Amsterdam tomorrow.  I’m not sure if I’m in denial or just happily exhausted from too many late nights, but not feeling like being about philosophical about what it means to be heading to Amsterdam, our final European destination…and how few days of this great trip there are left.  Just taking it day by day, and enjoying it all. Especially the cheese.

Le Lac Espingo

We were lucky to meet many like-minded families on our bike trip. The five Morissonneau, who we leap-frogged at campsites across Austria and Hungary, shared a love of the outdoors and family travel. We also discovered a shared love of mountains and hiking. On our last days in Budapest, they invited us to come and visit them in the Pyrenees and proposed an overnight hike up to a mountain hut. We jumped at the chance to see them again, and see this corner of France, just a few kilometres north of the Spain. This would be their first overnight hike with their three. Arthur, age 5, would set the pace.  

We started out early on Monday morning, a holiday MOnday, with a drive and then a hike up to the well-known Lac Oo (attention crossword fans- that is the correct spelling). We all loaded up with overnight packs, lots of water and fresh baguette. Love hiking in France…

    
 
 Lovely picnic by the lake for lunch. The crowds thinned out as we scaled up to a pass, which opened up to an enormous bowl, with lakes and 360 views on peaks in all directions.  We gained 1000 metres in 3.5 hours. Everyone, especially Authur, was a happy hiker. He especially loved hiking with Naeva. 

   
 
For the rest of the afternoon, we lazed by the mountain lake, watched the sheep on the hill across, caught baby frogs. The brave ones took an icy dip. Amos and Jules loved playing ball together. Delicious dinner at the hut and then to bed by sunset. The Morissoneaus had brought their tent. We opted for the refuge…no sleeping bags to keep us warm anymore (WHOOPS!)…and snuggled in our dorm room with some gentle and snoring Spaniards.

   
 One of the best things about the hut is being able to start early, high up, and have the mountains almost to yourself.  We had breakfast at 7:30 am and were out an hour later. The trail traversed across a mountain high above Lac Oo, then over a pass, then a second, then a third. The views were breathtaking, with Mont Aneto (highest peak in the Pyrenees) and a dozen of others pointing the way. Arthur was roped in with a homemade climbing harness, to make sure that he didn’t slip in the scree and steep slopes.

   
   
Amos, Jules and Zoe often ran ahead, and entertained themselves with many conversations en francais and races against the clock to the top of the next set of hairpins. We learned a whole new French vocabulary: hairpin = les lacets; hut= un refuge; goat = boucs; cime et sommet et pic = peak; pass = col.

   
   
After 8.5 hours of hiking, we made it to Super-Bagneres, a ski resort with a wonderful conclusion to our hike: a gondola, all the way down the mountain.  Great hike, great company.

   
  
Now having a lazy day, with soccer games, Ticket to Ride (see, we were meant to be friends!), an intense geography contest, bike ride to the next village and a long lunch. Virginie and Zoe have created a magical meringue cake for tonight’s dinner.  Onto Bordeaux tomorrow.

  
 

Made it to Les Pyrénées

Just a quick post to say that we survived our cross-country trip from Chamonix and made it to Lourbes-Barousse this afternoon. By “survived”, I mean that we didn’t wilt or kill each other in the ridiculous traffic jams all over France this weekend. we somehow missed that this was “le weekend NOIR” for traffic, a holiday weekend in August! MERDE. The whole country was headed for the south of France. It took 2 hours to go about 25 km. We abandoned the autoroute and plans for a visit to Carcassonne and went cross-country instead. The drive was steady, through beautiful country. We stopped overnight at a hotel to get our fill of Olympic watching. Arrived in Lourbes-Barousse this afternoon, for a reunion with two of families from our bike trip. A beautiful evening of good food and intense kid soccer games. Lots of reminiscing and laughs. Photos to follow.

We are staying with one of the families, Les Morissoneaults. Knowing of our love for hiking, they’ve planned an overnight hike into a hut tomorrow night. Just finished packing (it is after midnight) and leave tomorrow, early, to try and beat the 30+ heat. There is over a 1000 m climb before dinner tomorrow night!

 

Chamonix

We headed over the pass to the Mont Blanc region on Wednesday afternoon at sunset. We were sad to say goodbye to the beautiful Alps and great hospitality but happy to be able to afford a coffee and public toilets again ($2 USD for a pee!). We found one of the best campgrounds of the entire trip in Vallorcine and settled in for two nights. THe campground ticked all of the boxes – biergarten, wood-fired pizza to takeout, washing facilities, hot showers, great view, tons of tenters (mountaineers, climbers and hikers), gorgeous mountain sunset. In remembering this place, we will ignore the fact that it was also the COLDEST camp of our entire trip. Two months ago as we roasted for our second week of 30+ weather in Budapest, and thought we would bake alive in our tent, we thought it was a good idea to send our sleeping bags home to Canada. Dumb idea. In spite of our borrowed blankets from the campsite office (another plus for the site!) and our sleep sheets, we huddled together to relatively little sleep. Naeva announced this morning, with bags under her eyes: “I tried to snuggle with Daddy but he smelled like goat cheese and BO so I have up”. 

    
 THe morning erased the night before, and we set out for a gorgeous hike, walking towards MOnt Blanc in full sun. The kids needed a little bit of encouraging (bribing) after days of late nights with friends and the chilly night, but we still did four hours of fantastic trails and scenery, most of it downhill. Love it when you can start the hike with a gondola up the mountain, and get on the train down in the valley to take all the way back to where you started! 

    
 

Switzerland (III)- Lausanne and the Flying Cow

Our friends from home, Steph, Steve and their children Travis and Rita, have been in Lausanne for the summer while Steve does some research with an entomology lab here. They are house sitting a colleagues’ house In a cute Swiss village in the hills above lac leman. Happily there was room for four more, and we had a great few days together. Amos and Travis hit it off and kept the basement fussball table warm. We caught some Olympics, ate magnifique cheese and croissants, caught up and heard about each other’s European adventures. And had a dessert with seven different kinds of chocolate. HEAVEN.

 

Breakfast also included chocolate. Can you spot it?

  
 On wed we headed for the mountains – all on public transit!- and after a bus/ metro/ train/ mountain train extravaganza, arrived in the tiny village of Les Avants.  

  

 From there we hiked up, up, up to Col du Jaman, passing Swiss chalets And cows. I kept looking for Heidi. At the top, we found a fromagerie, and feasted fresh gruyere, raw goat milk cheese and beef salami. It was beautiful but not particularly warm, so we are quickly and didn’t linger. Brrr!  

 We walked down another way, to the village of Caux, past twisted avalanche gates and vertigo-inducing drop offs to the valley below.  Slight detour around the cows.

  

 At the bottom, there was a helicopter that kept flying back and forth, picking up a load. In one of the more memorable moments of our trip, we finally realized what was dangling from its rope: a dead cow. It had died high up in the mountain, and an unceremonious trip by air was the only way down.   We have neither a great photo of the cow, nor the stunned expressions on everyone’s faces. It is probably better that way. 

 Unlike the cow, we got a dignified trip down, and hopped a ride on the cog railway down to Montreux and then home. 

The next morning we all went to the olympic museum (minus Steve, hard at work in the lab). Lausanne is the home of the IOC. The Scott Bourises are hard core Olympic fans and we soaked it all up. The display on Rio was especially interesting, clelebrating the music and beach culture and soccer life of the city. We’re feeling a bit disconnected from the Games right now – not much wifi or TV – so we loved the big screen TV in the lobby where we stood with visitors from around the world cheering on the swimmers. Definitely worth another visit! 

    
 

Can you name the athlete who wore this outfit?

 We gave our excellent hosts a big hug in the Olympic gift shop, and headed out towards the mountains. Thanks so much, Steph and family – see you in Victoria!
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Sent from somewhere on the Rhine

Switzerland (II) – Black Forest and Bern

We have had a busy few days this week, including trips to the Black Forest, bern and Lausanne. I am about five days behind on the blog, but who is counting? 

On Monday, stîll on rheinfelden, we took a trip north from Ingrid and Peter’s to Lahr, the German town where I was born and lived again from ages 10-13. We hadn’t really planned on visiting, but in Europe “everything is close!” And we had a free morning, so why sleep in? We hopped on the autobahn and gunned the Citroen. A one hour trip turned into three because of a big traffic jam and our choice of a pokey back road alternative, but the sun was out, the hills bright green, with geraniums overflowing from the Schwarzwald farms. In the end, We didn’t end up hVing much time there – we had promised Naeva we would be back so that she could go shopping with the other girls in the afternoon- but managed a sunny visit to the geroldseck castle, the location of many bouris family weekend trips in the 80s. It looks way better than I remember, graffiti and weeds removed, no more eau de urine and broken glass adding ambience. The view was amazing since you can now go higher than before. My knees were like jello- can you tell?!

   

  

  

  
We also stopped by our old house in wittelbach, and hung out in the sun on the new “actif pfad” in the woods behind our house. The view was as special as I remember, and whole valley looks so prosperous. Except our house, which looks like it has been a rental for a looooong time! 

        
A few days earlier, on our drive to Rheinfelden, we realized that we had left the last of the insulin in the fridge in craponne. $&@!!!?. Too far to go back…Jeanne quickly couriered it to us in Switzerland but it was turned back at the border…forgot to mention to not label it as “medicine”… Merde. Ingrid set up an appointment with their Swiss family doctor on tues am so that we could get a prescription. In a stroke of brilliance, Ian decided to try getting some over the counter on Monday night, when we got back from the Black Forest. It worked. Same insulin as at home. Same packaging even. Same cost as Jeanne had spent on the ill-fated courier shipment (80 usd). But we are set, and very grateful to Swiss efficiency and practicality!!!

We left Rheinfelden in good time on tues morning, triple-checked for insulin, and stopped in bern for lunch. One of Ian’s classmates from Madison is Swiss and lives there now with her husband. Another classmate of theirs happened to be there visiting, too, so there was a lovely mini-UW reunion. Lots of beer and cheese, just like Wisconsin!  

 We took a walk around town. saw the bears feasting on marmots in their new, naturalised home on the Aar river (sad bear pit of my childhood no more). Looked down over winding streets and row houses and churches with a uniquely Swiss feel. Had gelato. And then it was time to go. Thanks for the visit Judith, Ray and Ryan! So good to see you all, especially in such a beautiful city. 

   
    
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Sent from somewhere on the Rhine

Switzerland Part 1

The frequency of blog posts is decreasing; a direct correlation with the increase in visits to friends this week. It is late at night now in Lausanne (actually 1 am) and Ian is snoring beside me. We’ve been  here visiting Victoria friends Steph, Steve and their kids in Lausanne for the last two days and wish we could stay another week.  The hikes! The cheese! The chocolate! The mountains! More on our adventures in Lausanne coming in Part 2.

NOt exactly sure where we are going tomorrow – CHamonix?- but we need to be in the French Pyrenees for Sunday so will load up the Citroen and see where the weather takes us.

We last saw our friends Peter and Ingrid in Madison ten years ago, as we each packed up our two-year old girls to move away (us back to Victoria, them to SF). They are now near Basel, Switzerland and we had a wonderful reunion for five days with them and Sylvie (now 11), and got to know Jonas (3), cousin Tyler from NYC and friend Emma (13) from California. We picked up right where we left off and enjoyed great meals, conversations and four spectacular days at a Moutain lodge near Klosters. We hiked everyday- rain and sun-, fell asleep to cowbells in the pastures, and slept like babies under the down duvets.

Sylvie and Naeva and another friend visiting from the US were a happy threesome, filling Naeva’s tank with girl time and some exciting adventures, including a six hour hike on their own to and from a glacier lake, with no adults along. That is a story for another post, hopefully by Naeva.

Here a few photos.

Waiting for the van to take us 14 km up the valley from Klosters

     
 Our Berghaus

   
You can see it way way down in the valley

   
Ian enjoying two of his favourite things: beer and mountains

Shots from our 8.5 hour hike to the Jorisee

  

Dinner with the gang in the lodge…so good….

The animals of the mountains