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Firstly a lesson. Pau is not pronounced as in the 80’s band T’Pau of Carol Decker fame but as in another famous song; Ying Tong Tiddle I ….

I had two options for my means of travel to Pau, I could either walk along a grass verge of a dual carriageway for 5 miles or get a taxi. I opted fro a taxi. The driver recognised the Leicester Tigers logo on my shirt and we talked about rugby for the journey.

Pau is a city of many hills, or so it seemed to me, and very easy  to get lost in without a map. It is also a city with very strong English connections and this is shown in some of the architecture. I was told that an English princess and her courtisans lived in the city over 200 years ago during the revolution.

It was a very sunny and warm November day in Pau and a lot of people were sitting in the many city squares resting to the sound of the water fountains. You have to be careful in one paticular square as the water fountains seem to spout up at random from curiously positioned slabs within the square.

As I passed one side street just off a main square I saw a newsagents, in fact the first one I had seen that morning, next to that was an HSBC bank. On seeing these my first thought was that there must be an Irish pub nearby and yes there was. I passed it by as I had better things to do then have a discussion on the Ireland-France football game. Maybe next time.

I had lunch sitting on a terrace looking towards the pyrenees and two years ago I would have thought that it was reasonably price but with the current exchange rate it seemed very expensive.Then I was off to the rail station to check on trains to Lourdes in preparation for my next trip and then a taxi back to the hotel. Yet again the taxi driver recognised the logo and the conversation revolved mainly about rugby.

The hotel I was to call home for the next 5 weeks was chosen for me by the company I was to work for. I viewed it on the internet and from what I saw led me to believe I was to stay in a place surrounded by trees on the edge of a small town. Not far from amenities and a pleasant morning walk to work. Well can’t pictures be deceiving.

The hotel is located at the intersection of 3 major dual carriageways. Two of them have to be walked across to reach the edge of an industrial estate of which I have to walk through to get to work in the morning. The local village is about 2 km away and to get there I have to cross one of the major roads and then walk alongside the other for the rest of the way.

But the hotel is clean, the staff are friendly and the food is good. I have not tried the bar yet and it only seems to have one beer pump and I doubt if that gets much use. Now all other hoteliers take note, they have free wi-fi, it is secure and you have to get the code from reception but it is FREE. I can listen to the radio and watch BBC programmes through it.

Asking for the wi-fi code brought back memories of a couple of my local pubs clientele because they do not pronounce wi-fi as “why phi” as they do in the UK but as “wiffy”. But it works and works well. All in all only the location of the place lets it down but it is close to work and that is why I am here after all.

Why did I feel the need to apologise to Michael O’Leary and Ryanair in the last post; well the strict one bag system works and works well. When you board a plane with no such restrictions it takes ages to get to your seat as people blocking the aisle putting everything and the kitchen sink in the overhead locker and they soon become full. With a one bag limit there is limited aisle blocking, plenty of room for the bags and everybody is seated quickly. And best of all the plane left on time.

I spent most of the journey resting my eyes but heard sales pitches for everything from alcohol to smokeless cigarettes, home delivery services to lottery tickets. So if you got on with only one bag you were getting off with more.

We landed ahead of time and all trooped off to be met by passport control and then the game of find your luggage. While waiting for passport control a couple were having an arguement; where was her coat. The partner said exactly what I was thinking, she had one thing to remember on the flight and she left it on the plane. Passage through passport control was quick, finding my suitcase was quick and then I walked out into the airport forecourt. It occured to me later there was not a customs control.

As I knew I was being met, but not by whom, I wandered about aimleesly knowing that an Englishman can be spotted anywhere.They are the ones wearing inappropriate clothing for their age, looking bemused and carrying a newspaper. I was found and taken to my hotel, my home for the next 5 weeks.

I arrived at Stansted airport for my flight but I was too early to check-in. That didn’t bother me too much as I am always early, I didn’t know what Stansted was like and had reservations about security and Ryan air. I only had to wait 15 minutes before I could check-in and by the length of the queue I was not the only person with doubts. Well my bag was checked in OK and my carry -on bag was the right size so the first two hurdles were over, Now for security.

I have been through security at many airports but never before have I felt I needed an octopus as an assistant. Before you get near the conveyor belt I had to remove my jacket, boots and belt; take laptop and liquids out of bag and carry on moving forward in an orderly manner. At Amsterdam and Manchester you have to do all of the above  but when you are at a table so you have somewhere to put the items and you are helped by the security personel. I got through security OK and whilst reuniting all my bits I saw that the person behind me had had her laptop nad handbag be scrutinized.

Inside departures I found a great restaurant, can’t remember it’s name but it is second on the left and you have to queue to be led to a table. Ordered a very large breakfast just to check my cholesterol tablets were working.

Time to go to the boarding gate arrived, nearly at the final hurdle. And now is the time to apologise for everything I have said against Micharl O’Leary, Ryanair and their system; well apart from online check-in whuich I think is wrong whatever airline does it.While waiting to board they kept mentioning that only one carry on bag was allowed and a few people were combining bags but one woman was having severe problems. I felt sorry for her beceuse she just could not do it. Had she read the instructions as she booked and checked in for the flight. It is stated everywhere that only one bag can be taken on board. maybe somebody else had booked the ticket and she did not know. Well she was directly in front of me in the queue and but the bags on the blindside of the check-in but was caught. Any sympathy for her then went as she blamed the girl on the boarding gate. “You should not have let me buy anything in the duty-free ” she said. What happened next I do not know but I saw her board the plane.

This is one journey I never thought I would have to take but the company I was going to work for wanted me to fly via RyanAir to Pau in the French Pyrenees. I chose to go by train via Birmingham as travelling through London and the extra cost id not seem worthwhile for the extra half hour the journey would take this way.

Well here goes. The first leg of the trip was using Virgin Trains to Birmingham. I had reserved a seat bu virtue of booking inline but it is really a waste of time. Somebody will be sitting in it, wwhen you eventually find it, and there are usually plenty of other seats anyway. One time I got into a carriage on an early morning train to Glasgow and there was only one other person in the carriage and they were asleep in my reserved seat.

Decent seat, quiet carriage, a perfect way to start the journey. I slept most of the trip to Birmingham. With 25 minutes to wait at Birmingham New Street I located the platform I wanted for the direct train to Stansted Airport and then went to get myself a pasty. The pasty of choice was Lamb and Mint but here lies my first language problem. I had no idea what the girl behind the counter said to me, I think she asked if I wanted vegetables with that. Bemused I said no and handed over the money and wandered to the platform. Whilst eating my pasty out of a paper baged I contemplated how I would eat peas, carrots and cauli out of this bag as well.

The train arrived and then I made my first elementary mistake. As a train commutter of long-standing (pun intended) I should have known better than get on a train at the door closest to the stairs that access the platform. I spent the first 90 minutes standing where I had the joys of listening to a 90 minute conversation of the joys of X-Box by a passenger to the poor person at the other end of the phone; at least they could walk away and leave the phone talking to itself but I had to stand and listen.

Most people left the train in Leicester so I got a seat and sat/slept/sat for the next 3 hours to the airport. Leaving the train I found a taxi and on the way to the hotel for an overnight stop the driver informed me that the proposed rail strike is at exactly the same time as my return to the UK but it would only cost me £350 taxi fare to get me home. Cheered by that I got to my hotel room and stayed ther iuntil breakfast at 6 a,m,

A happy post today. Le Tour is in Annecy today, one of the most beautiful cities I have ever lived and I even considered moving there when I left Amsterdam four years ago. You can share the views of Annecy by watcing Eurosport or ITV4 when thLe Tour is shown today.

Annecy is a town of Art and History, Annecy is acclaimed for its beauty, its natural heritage and its quality of life. Indeed, the capital town of the Haute-Savoie region boasts an exceptional environment: it is situated on the edge of the clearest lake in Europe and set in the foothills of the Aravis and Bauges alpine mountain ranges, not far from the Swiss and Italian borders.
This attractive location contributes to its economic vitality, today focused on cutting edge technologies, notably in the sphere of animated film. The town is also a major tourist attraction: Annecy has preserved a historic town centre, the Old Town, extremely popular with visitors, and has successfully developed a variety of outdoor leisure activities for every season.
A university town, Annecy is also renowned for its superb cultural landscape with the International Animated Film Festival in June, and the Lake Festival in August, together with the many sports events hosted in the town all year round.

From about 4am I have been listening to people talk about the total eclipse in Asia this morning and I was waiting for a particular answer and it never happened. If somebody had asked me what I had seen during a total eclipse it woyuld not be solar flares or anything like that, it would be nothing because everything had gone dark.

And are the reports on swine flu getting on your nerves. The newsreader on the BBC this morning just randomly threw in the figure that 30 people had now died in the UK since its outbreak. OK, every death is sad but how long has swine flu been about. It went into remission during the MP expenses scandal but has now returned. Next time they come out with these random statistics don’t you think they should compare it with the number of people who have died with normal flu, by violent crime or by drunken drivers during the same time so we can get this all in proportion.