Interrail pass is free, so I borrowed my niece for a railway tour in big European cities | Rail tour
one A year ago I discovered some travel hacks – if accompanied by an adult (apparently) under 12 years old, you can explore Europe by train the absolute Zilch. Despite the lack of designated old-fashioned dependants, I was extremely vulnerable to any kind of bargaining, and even in the long run, I decided to take advantage of Interail’s generous offer.
It’s much easier to procure people under 12 years old than I thought. When I asked Annabelle if she could have a contact on Easter, my brother couldn’t sign her quickly enough. (Although he did stick to some warnings: lying in bed before 10 pm, getting up by 9 AM, and not watching Swear Gordon Ramsay’s performance).
But where are we going? Well, after discussing FaceTime with my forward-looking partner (during this time she used over 100 filters, including making her look like Donald Trump), six locations settled down: Paris, Zurich, Venice, Venice, Innsbruck, Berlin and Amsterdam. Annabel quotes Emily and Anne Frank’s diary in Paris As inspiration, while acknowledging a long-term interest in Toblerone. If the itinerary is up to me, it would look a lot different. I’m just Finished a bookyou’ll see, I went to some of the least fashionable cities in Europe, but when I mentioned Annabelle like Essen and Minsk, she raised an eyebrow and held it there for 10 seconds (which is what she did when she was deeply dissatisfied).
So, first, Paris. After checking in at the Hoxton Hotel in Rue Du Sentier, we quickly got stuck in some snails. (I won’t quote Annabelle’s verbatim verdict, but she likens them to larger versions of things that you might find your own nose). A picnic near the Eiffel Tower – Stewed in Annabelle’s explanation to me Why we didn’t make sense to join a lot of queues to raise the sky high (“Are you sure you don’t allow British people? Top).
Our trip to Zurich involves making changes in Strasbourg. The first leg requires seat reservation, each seat is 10 euros. (It’s worth mentioning that Interrail pass-holders have to coough up for seat reservations on certain European train services, and all sleeper berths.) An honest breakdown of what we did during the four-hour run down the eastern flank of France to Switzerland reads as follows: 10 minutes considering the passing landscape, 80 minutes of screen time and roughly 19 games of hangman, in which I was able to smuggle a new pair of words into Annabelle’s evolving vocabulary, i.e. “angry” and “gleck.”
We spent an hour exploring Zurich’s efforts to become the eco-friendly city possible (including a hydroelectric power station that received monocular treatment from Annabelle), and another sitting by the lake, looking at that old town, watching swans and coots messy pretzel crumbs. Then I gave Annabelle’s taste buds, chocolate, and took her to a plant restaurant called Derun by famous Spanish-Moroccan chef Zineb “Zizi” Hattab. We loved everything about this place, but the highlights were the Kentucky fried mushrooms and vegetarian ceviche.
In Venice, I changed my way of traveling with miniature people. I stopped trying every 10 conversations about bridges and sea levels, and Garibaldi’s role in Italian unification, and instead handed Annabel to the ropes, telling her to lead forward and get us lost. She succeeded successfully, almost getting us lost in every gift shop we saw (her appetite for Tat was surprising).
We stayed at Avani Rio Novo, a fashionable place near the train station. This means it scores with Annabelle, whose legs suffer from a disability condition known as selective fatigue, which often breaks out on the way to a museum. After dinner with sardines and ice cream (don’t ask), she spent the whole night trying to teach me the ballet moves, and I spent the night thinking that the earlier she started drinking, the better.
The next morning, before we left the new ranch, I asked Annabelle to replace the verb “continue” or “continue” and she suggested “swing”, so we bid farewell to Venice and swing north to Innsbruck, a charming city of about 130,000 outdoor citizens.
Put our schoolbags in Adlers Hotels And in a name StiftskellerWe took a 20-minute cable car to the peak of Hafelekarspitze, a tall 2,334 meters (7,657 feet). We paid Vista the membership fee – the Happy River, a kind of rooftop Motley Crop, is the ring of the Austrian Alps – Annabelle will later come up as a highlight of the trip before embarking on a lasting snowball fight, and here’s my comment, I wonder if I should take her to Snozone in Milton Keynes.
We headed to Berlin the next day and arrived in time to the German capital, catching up with the sunset from the 368-meter high TV tower at Alexanderplatz. Annabel seems to be attracting the attraction of these historic monuments as I try to explain the meaning of Brandenburg Gate and the checkpoint, and when I finish the summary, when she asks, the impression is somewhat pierced, “Can you do this with your tongue?”
We’ll go by tram KPMG HotelIn a former porcelain factory in the west of the city, Annabelle gave away 10 out of 10 points, mainly because she had a bean bag in her room. The next morning, a guided bicycle tour along the Berlin Wall offered a vibrant lesson for ideological warfare, Helmut Schmidt, David Hasselhoff, and various ways in East Germany. Curry Wurst and Cherry Trees and our guide, Phillip, have improved the tour. When he asked Annabelle if she liked the voice of life in the German Democratic Republic, she said quickly and firmly, “of course,” and I later found out that this was her preferred response when she didn’t listen.
The next day we arrived at the centre of Amsterdam effortlessly, and the journey took less than six hours, no reservations or contacts required. Starting from the station, we enjoyed a pleasant walk to our hotel, the NH Collection Amsterdam Flower Market, whose staff did not do enough with Annabelle and even rushed to organize Easter egg hunts because it was obvious that I completely forgot what the Resurrection of Christ meant to people of a certain age.
On the next day we wandered along the canal and tried some Dutch pancakes (poffertjes) and there is a butcher on Rembrandts in the rijksmuseum. Guess which Annabelle’s favorite experiences are not rewarded. In fact, Annabelle is actually very rude to Rembrandt. She improved without hesitation The Self-Portrait of the Great Painter (self-Portrait of 1628) and said no doubt that he really shouldn’t bother.
Annabelle has some measure of our judgment on visiting the Anne Frank House. After we spent an awake hour listening to Anne’s story, she contributed the following to the visitor’s books as we browsed the buildings Franks had hidden from the Nazis: “I hope this museum isn’t honest, but I’m really glad we came.”
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As we traveled from Brussels to London, I could say something happened to my niece because she was dancing with her eyebrows.
“At this time next year, I’m 11 years old,” she said.
“You will.”
“Still less than 12 years old.”
“This is.”
“That means I still won’t spend any money.”
“Not very real, but I think you mean it.”
“So maybe we can do it again?”
“Maybe…”
“Only this time, we can go to Minsk and Essen and other places you want to go.”
“Your dad and I have something to say.”
She shrugged, returned to the YouTube video involving Oreo, and said to herself, very quietly, easier than to me: “If you have to.”
comminicate pass EURAIL,start exist £Travel for four days within 180 months (Free for children under 12 years old). Accommodation by Hoxton Paris (Double £250, free extra beds under 12 seconds); Avani Rio Novo Venice (Double starting at £127); NH collects Amsterdam flowers market (Double £200). Support provided Innsbruck Travel,,,,, Visit Berlin I Amsterdam
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