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Thursday, August 4, 2011

Copying the Older Kids

One thing I’ve noticed about Europe is how ‘behind the times’ it is. It seems strange to even think that sentence let alone write it. Europe came first in a lot of ways and if anything, we’ve seen through the castles, aqueducts and artifacts just how ahead of the times it has always been.

When I think of Europe as being behind; I’m comparing it to other places. For a start, I’m comparing it to home, but for home to be ‘ahead’ or even just ‘on time’, it has to be compared to something else, right? America.

In New Zealand, we have a lot of American programming on TV. We have our own, we have British, we have Australian, but we have a lot of American. The cinemas are full of American movies, the food courts are full of American take away foods. When you grow up watching Americans be American on TV, it has to affect the idea of ‘normal’ that’s in your head.

I thought that almost all truck stops in the world had a McDonalds. If you go on a long car trip in New Zealand, you will pass by McDonalds a lot, and it features prominently at truck stops. In New Zealand we are often last to get anything from fast food to movies to electronics, because we are so small and far away. If little New Zealand has a Maccas at every truck stop, then I thought most of the truck stops in the developed world must too.

Turns out I was wrong. Europe, or at least the countries we’ve seen so far, has seemingly less McDonalds outlets than we do at home. Truck stops either have an AutoGrill, which is a self service buffet eatery, or an independent outlet.

It makes sense now that Europe is by far big enough to have its own chain stores and that McDonalds might not feature so prominently.  I’ve only been to America and Australia before this, and America is full of McDonalds, and Australia is about the same as New Zealand. In my head this meant that anything that arrived in New Zealand had already conquered everywhere else first, and to the same degree, before bothering with New Zealand.

Another example is acrylic nails. Of course being a nail technician myself, I pick up on any salons we pass but the truth is, we don’t pass many. In America, Australia and New Zealand, acrylic nails are common and so are places that do them. At home a lot of hair salons also do nails and other than that you have a range of places from specialist high end nail salons to the super cheap in-and-out nail bars that pollute our shopping malls.

We haven’t been in a lot of shopping malls but I’ve seen one in-and-out nail bar and that was on a street, and we see a few higher end places (which are expensive) around the place but far fewer than at home. Definitely far fewer girls have nails on.

America was definitely the first place that nails first became a trend so maybe it is that we watch America, and we see what they do and that seems like what normal people do and so we copy them? I’m obviously generalizing here because not everyone at home has acrylic nails and eats McDonalds, but certainly a higher concentration of people than in the European countries we’ve been through. London was probably the closest to home, and since leaving London the most made-up girls we’ve seen have been British or Australian tourists.

Don’t get me wrong, when you compare New Zealand to America, they’re very different. We have some of their products, but the cultures and countries are different in almost every way. When you add Europe to the mix though, it’s easier to see similarities. We of course have many similarities with Europe and if I had already been to Europe and was now in America I could write the exact same post from the opposite angle. What I’m noticing right now though, from my current perspective, is that beyond the British Royal family gracing our magazine covers and the fish n chips dinners and pub food we enjoy, New Zealand has adapted quite a few American practices that Europe hasn’t bothered with. It’s not a positive or a negative necessarily, but it is interesting.

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Playing Games

While in Cormatin, the weather was rubbish. Without sun to lie in, or the motivation to get out and about more, we needed something to do. When the one movie we had was finished, I had run out of writing steam, we had eaten all we could and had more than enough hot chocolate and coffee, Courts started playing games on the phone and I played solitaire on the computer.

There’s only so long you can play solitaire for though, and so on our way home from CERN we sat in McDonalds for a couple of hours using the Wifi, checking in with people at home and… downloading new games. This time though, we downloaded games we could play with each other and so it is that on the rainy days and nights since, I’ve taught Courts how to play Checkers and he’s taught me how to play Backgammon.

Thanks to a lucky streak in terms of power supply, we have been able to play pretty much anytime we want. We don’t have to worry about strapping a board on the bike, losing pieces or knocking them over. We can play lying down, sitting up, on opposite sides of the tent or in the park. The pieces won’t slide away when we pass the phone to each other.

I used to play Checkers with my grandparents when I was little and staying at their house, and I haven’t really played it since. I’ve discovered that either my grandparents let me win a lot, or I was significantly better at Checkers when I was little. In fact, I’ve discovered I suck at both games and I regularly spend the night curled up in the losers corner. Despite this, I’m still addicted to the games, as is Courts.

Thanks to a few rainy days, we are now planning on getting a really nice wooden Backgammon board when we get home, maybe Checkers too. Maybe they will sit and gather dust once internet and TV are back in our lives but you never know, maybe they’ll catch on and we’ll convince our friends to play too.

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Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Switzerland for the Day

Courts is far more qualified to write this post, but I’ll give it a go. After 2 days of nothing much in Cormatin, we ventured out of town on a day trip. Not just any day trip, we went to Switzerland for the day.

We had been planning to do this for many months, ever since we discovered it was a 2 hour drive to the border at Geneva – because that’s where CERN is. CERN is the largest Nuclear Physics Laboratory in the world. If you’ve read Dan Browns books, CERN is the place where the bad guys steal the Antimatter at the start of… Angels and Demons, I think.

The fictionally stolen Antimatter comes from a real place – The Large Hadron Collider. Again you might have heard of this – it was in the news when it finally started operating last year, recreating the effects of the Big Bang in a circular underground tunnel. The tunnel is 27km in circumference and 100-150m underground. The physicists at CERN send groups of particles in opposite directions around the tunnel to eventually collide with each other on the other side at speeds near the sound of light. These collisions create new particles, the same ones seen in the universe seconds after the Big Bang and some never seen since, until now.

With Courtney being most of the way through a Physics degree (he’ll be finishing it next year) CERN is like a playground to him, and so we reserved places on a free but high-demand tour of the facilities as soon as we knew we’d be in the area.

We set out from camp just before 7am and made it to CERN with plenty of time before our 10.30am tour. Due to a legitimately innocent wrong turn at the border and the ill-sighted cops that waived us through, we were cruising Switzerland without a Motorway Vignet, a compulsory windshield sticker that costs 40 Euro at the border. Once we parked the bike, thankfully only 20 minutes from the border itself, I was relieved to no longer be fast-moving targets for massive Swiss fines.

After a video detailing the history of CERN, our tour guide took over, a young woman with bright red hair and good but broken English. She took us across the road from reception to stand in front of a massive super-conducting magnet as she went talked about the LHC and why it’s so exciting. Over the next two hours we were taken through Atlas, the biggest of four experiment sights set up around the circumference of the LHC tunnel. We saw a short 3D movie showing how they put it all together and peered through windows at the physicists operating the sight itself.

Once the guided tour was over, we were free to explore the two exhibits on site. The first was in a room that was basically a massive projector screen that surrounded you on all sides. Every half an hour a video played using up all parts of the room and explaining more about particles. Throughout the room were pods that were either touchscreen and full of information, or hollow and containing exhibits. We saw the first ever circular collider - which was tiny and fit easily inside an exhibition pod – and the first ever server for the World Wide Web, which was invented at CERN.

The other exhibit, Microcosms, was much bigger and really interactive. They’ve really made a big effort to make the whole thing really interesting and they use sound, film, pictures and interaction to do so. I’m discovering on this trip that I’m not really one for exhibits so I spent a bit of time sitting in the film rooms just watching the clips while Courts devoured every part of the rest of the exhibit.

All in all we were at CERN for 5 hours and it was well worth going. Courts absolutely loved it, and the only time I got bored was when we were going through the exhibit rooms, but I get bored in exhibit rooms no matter what the subject matter. They’ve done really well to make it interesting for kids and adults alike, and aim the information low enough for people like me that don’t have much background knowledge but high enough to keep someone like Courts entertained.

Plus, it’s kind of cool to say we went to Switzerland for the day.

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Creepy Crawlies in my Tent

I’m not a big fan of spiders, but I’m not a squealer. When I lived in Aussie I was the one that got rid of cockroaches while the boys looked on. I don’t mind moths, I leave wasps and bees to their own endeavours, and although I won’t touch them, I’ll share my path with worms when it rains.

I did very well when a wasp flew in my helmet mid-ride during our first trip to France, even with a none-the-wiser Courts getting angsty at my lapse in navigation. I did even better when I found a spider on the inside of my sunglasses whilst wearing them.

I dealt very well with the cockroaches in Barcelona, even though I made Courtney leave the restaurant we were in when we saw the biggest of the lot. The waiter said they fly in from the massive trees that line the street but that didn’t mean I wanted them crawling behind me on the bench seat I was on, as one had.

A much smaller variety filled the trees of our campsite in Barcelona and apparently enjoyed the ride to Carcassonne when one crawled out of the folds of our packed up tent on arrival. The mouse I saw in the computer room in Barcelona lived to tell the tale too, but he kept his distance, and that made him cute.

Cormatin, as much as I love it, has tested my bug-surviving skills. Amongst the mole hills, massive orange, brown or occasionally albino slugs crawl the fields when it rains, or in the morning when you sleepily make your way to the toilet. We have found a big black and neon green beetle and several small fluro orange ones too. The beetles are fine, and I dealt with the bird-sized moth that landed on our tent one evening quietly.

It was the massive hairy brown spider that landed on my head, toppled down my shoulder and then scurried under my mattress while I was reading the global edition of the New York Times (first English paper or magazine or anything we’ve found in weeks, we devoured it) that caused me to jump out of the tent faster than I’ve ever moved in my life, and beckon Courtney to come and be manly and save me. At the time I didn’t know if it was a spider or a cricket or a grasshopper (both of which I’m fine with), I just knew it was massive, scuttley and that there was a chance it was a spider, so I was out of there. I was kind of relieved to find it actually was a spider, and huge, so that my tent-leaping was somewhat justified.

Cormatin is awesome. Cows and horses and cats and molehills are awesome. Cats with massive bulbous noses that you would empathise with a human for having let alone a cat, are awesome. But I will be a little bit glad when we get to a busier campsite with less… wildlife.


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