The joy of travel.

Today started well and on plan, we got to Waterloo on time after a quick diversion to view the location of Hugaumont Farm. The Waterloo experience was good, most of the museum/experience was filling in the background to the rise of Napoleon and the lead up to the battle but the 4d film was good and the panorama painted in 1912 was excellent for giving a perspective of the view both commanders had of the battle it was also good preparation for the view from the top of the Lion Mound. The route to the top of the Lion Mound is straight up 226 steps. I am pleased to say that the British won again despite the two Frenchmen in front of me, they gave up and let me pass at about the halfway mark. I didn't let them see how knackered I was at the top. From Waterloo I drove to my "hotel" in Luxenbourg city. Honestly I thought I had gone through a time warp right back to my first stay in Monmartre I n Paris in 1971, the bed was the same, the carpet was the same and 'though the shower was not in a tin enclosure it still had the droopy head that some previous occupant had remedied with a piece of string attached to the extractor vent, just have to see if breakfast is delivered to my room without any warning! Keira and Kay took me out for a meal last week and when the waitress delivered our second round of drinks she lost her balance with the tray and left me wearing a full pint of Lowenbrau, the staff swiftly rallied around and mopped up and we got on with the evening. Tonight in a local restaurant a lady knocked over her wine glass, the waiter sprinted over and collected the broken glass and reported the matter to the head waiter who then went to get the little old lady out of the cupboard to mop up the health and safety risk, in the meantime the waiter disposed of the broken glass and reappeared with a clean tablecloth. Wonderful to watch, but by that time I had thoroughly confused the waiter by mostly speaking Spanish, (I knew what I had wanted to say but the French words would not appear on my tongue), he got his own back on me by speaking to me in Italian so a really memorable day. Tomorrow is a long long drive down to Lake Como.