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Katana (Katya) is an artist. She’s lived in four countries but after five years in America to study and work, she had to come back to Europe and ended up living in London for the second time in her life. As much as living at home with parents can be lovely and enjoyable, it was time to move on and find a job/continue studying/recognize real life coming at her. Instead, she decided to join Jon for a six months adventure.

Vegan meals: Europe

The biggest misconception about vegan travel is that as a vegan you won’t find anything to eat in a foreign country and therefore starve. Vegan Without Frontiers is desperately fighting that misconception by traveling, eating out or in, and not starving. I think it is time we wrote a post about food, seeing as how that is one of the main concepts associated with veganism. We have just left the European continent and it is our third day in Turkey. It is about time to reflect upon our meals that we have been having for the past month.

The luxury of Tibits being in Switzerland is that we had some!
The luxury of Tibits being in Switzerland is that we had some!

Firstly let me start with eating out because that is usually the biggest “problem”. Having left the comforts of London, we stopped in France for about a week, then we drove through Switzerland into Italy. All of those places had easy access to “comfort” food: pizza sans fromage (without cheese). Many people think of pizza as a gooey cheesy meat platter on thin crust, but go to even the smallest restaurant that serves pizza and politely ask for a vegetarian pizza without cheese and they will serve it to you with tomato sauce and grilled (or sadly canned) vegetables. The same goes for pasta: there are four options, either spaghetti aglio olio e peperoncino, spaghetti all’arrabiata, spaghetti carrettiera, or just spaghetti with tomato sauce and no cheese or meat.

Pizza okay, pasta had some meaty flakes for some reason
Pizza okay, pasta had some meaty flakes for some reason

With pizza we have had more luck, even though sometimes we get the puzzled questions “why no cheese” or the downright dirty look of “you don’t know what you are missing out” from waiters. Spaghetti was a different story, sometimes we got a delicious plate of slightly spicy deliciously saucy pasta, and sometimes we had problems. In a restaurant at one campsite we asked for a plate of oily spicy spaghetti, and we got badly cooked pale plate of pasta with oil and garlic, and a few flecks of meat, probably from another cooked meal or an unwashed pan. Right before crossing into Albania from Montenegro, Jonathan got a plate of spaghetti with bacon pieces on top. He didn’t even touch it, and when the waiter asked why, we explained that we are “vegetarian”. The waiter was confused, because he thought the meal was vegetarian, but then as we pointed out the bacon he just shrugged. Clearly the reaction there was “why wouldn’t you eat this pasta with extra bits” not “I gave them a meal they didn’t want even after being asked if there was anything else in the pasta”. The whole notion that people just don’t eat certain things and rely on menu descriptions for details on listed items simply doesn’t come across once you leave the comforts of London. We tried a different approach as well, by asking the waiters what exactly is in certain foods. Most of the time this has helped a lot and worked in our favor, but one time it didn’t.

Ljubljana camp "salad"
Ljubljana camp “salad”

When we camped outside Ljubljana, and went to eat lunch at the camp restaurant, there wasn’t much on the menu that we could have. There was a salad of vegetables from this season, so I asked the waiter whether it had anything else in it. She shook her head, and told us it was only vegetables. I made double-sure: “No cheese?”. She said “No cheese!”. What came out was a bowl of soggy vegetables covered in a creamy sauce. I half-heartedly tried to take out the creamy bits but gave up. When the waiter came to clear the table, I pointed out that I don’t eat “creamy things” and she apologized but again, no other reaction. Maybe I am slightly spoiled by America, where if you barely touch your dish, the waiter will ask if it can be replaced. Here they just shrug and probably put you down as a weirdo. And by “here” I mean outside of London, Chicago or Prague, the three places I know so well.

Random Italian restaurant with a custom meal for us
Random Italian restaurant with a custom meal for us

As we moved further, and travelled through Greece, we discovered there are more menu options for vegans, despite the actual menus being rarely translated into English (or any language comprehensible to us). While we were in Italy, we stopped at a random place for lunch, and speaking no Italian managed to get ourselves a custom meal of potatoes and beans, grilled vegetables and a massive bowl of salad. Similar things started happening recently: a staple for eating out now is a salad, and to go with it some vegetables, either grilled, or stuffed with rice, and once in a while French fries, which are getting less fried and more oven-baked as we move further away from western Europe. Once we had a bizarre meal consisting of an enormous plate of olives and another enormous plate of salad, and even though the olives were good, it put us off olives for a while.

Standard meal out
Standard meal out

The main thing is not to forget to eat regularly, so snacks are becoming more and more important. We have in the fridge hazelnuts and chocolate, and in the front seat we have random snacks we buy at gas stations, and sweets. Still, the more you travel into unknown lands, the less important “meals” have become. I am not going to lie, sometimes we skip breakfast, sometimes we skip lunch, and once in a while, if we drive a long way in the evening and camp very late, our “dinner” ends up being beer and conversation. When you are that tired, having driven a long distance on an empty stomach, sweating profusely and feeling really hot, once you camp for the night, all you want is a cold drink and a relaxed chat in the crappy outside chairs we bought and keep carrying around. After that it’s bed time and hopes of a hearty breakfast, which never follows anyway.

One of our many snacks, on a train to Florence
One of our many snacks, on a train to Florence

The easiest way to stay vegan and enjoy your food is to cook all of the meals yourself. We have been cooking a lot, and in some countries (where language is more of a barrier than other places, where camping wild is a better option than anything else) we have only eaten “home”-cooked meals.

Fried rice with cabbage, cold leftovers for lunch
Fried rice with cabbage, cold leftovers for lunch

We started out nicely in the south of France: barbecued vegetables and local wine! But as we moved along, we seem to be juggling spaghetti days with couscous or rice days and then once in a while something weird like potatoes or packet soup. It is quite easy to cook in the car, we have a fridge, stored food and spices, and a cooker. The problem is, sometimes we really are too tired, or sometimes the vegetables (usually mushrooms) go off too quickly, so if we end up buying mushrooms, we have to eat them within about two days. Cabbage, as we have discovered, lasts forever in the fridge, even when it has been cut. Jonathan makes very good spaghetti of all sorts, mostly olive oil, tomato and chilly related. I make whatever is left in the fridge, or whatever I crave at that particular moment, soup or salad or fried rice.

Lunch after a swim: bread, marmite, ajvar, veggies and fruit
Lunch after a swim: bread, marmite, ajvar, veggies and fruit

We try and not eat out too much, but sometimes driving all day we end up having to eat out or having to go “raw vegan” just off the main road. Our “raw vegan” usually means cut up vegetables, bread and something to go on the bread, such as Marmite, Ajvar or olive paste. And don’t forget all of the ripe peaches, cherries and watermelon we have been eating at certain times as well.

Ajvar, salad, bread
Ajvar, salad, bread

It is in people’s nature to think that a country’s cuisine is mostly filled with meat, fish and dairy products. Sadly, so far it does seem to be the case. However, that doesn’t mean you cannot enjoy the tasty wonders of certain places, because I have been enjoying olives and massive juicy tomatoes all throughout Europe, so telling vegans that traveling for us is hard because we will certainly starve is just not true in any shape or form. Ask questions and be creative is my advice.

Today's meal: potato warm salad, lettuce radish cold salad
Today’s meal: potato warm salad, lettuce radish cold salad

Interview: Slovenian vegans

Vegan Without Frontiers is not just about us traveling and enjoying ourselves, learning lazily about the world. We are on the road to promote veganism, to meet up with vegans in different countries, and to try and create a positive vibe and a good outlook for the future of veganism. On our route we went through Slovenia, and discovered that Slovenia has its own vegan society, called “Slovensko Vegansko Drustvo” which translates directly to “Slovenian Vegan Society”.

Created about two years ago, it seems to be getting increasingly more support and more members, and in return the society comes up with new and exciting events for vegans and non-vegans to attend and enjoy. As we drove through Ljubljana, we met Dani Susnik from the Slovenian Vegan Society and Nina Osenar from the “Drustvo za Osvoboditev Zivali”, translated roughly as Animal Liberation Society.

Happy vegans: (from left) Jonathan, Nina, Dani
Happy vegans: (from left) Jonathan, Nina, Dani

We expressed our surprise that there seem to be a lot of vegan, vegetarian and veg-friendly options considering the small size of the country. Dani and Nina didn’t share the same surprise:

Dani: There are perhaps a lot of vegan friendly, but not entirely vegan restaurants. More and more restaurants are opening, like the Loving Hut, and each year the vegan restaurants have more customers. You can see how the places become more popular in just a couple of years.

Leaflets from Dani and Nina
Leaflets from Dani and Nina

After the initial chat of getting to know each other and what we do, we started talking about more serious issues.

Jonathan: I think there was some suggestion in the UK press recently that this is the year veganism becomes mainstream.

Dani: I think it also depends on how we view these things. When we move in mostly vegan circles, we tend to think that there are a lot of vegans around.

Jonathan: Do you find that it really helps, mixing with other vegans?

Dani: Yes, and that is also the purpose of the Slovenian Vegan Society.

Nina: I don’t mix with too many vegans because of my job. I think it’s a good thing, because people are asking me about veganism, and I am able to tell people some recipes, or just what veganism is about. The meat-eaters can see that I am a normal girl, I am just like everyone else. There is nothing wrong with me just because I am vegan. I think it is important to mix with meat-eaters to educate them about veganism, because vegans already know a lot of things about the meat industry and animal suffering.

Jonathan: When you make the decision to become vegan, it helps when there are other vegans around to help you along the way. But if you then become isolated and just stick to other vegans, then you’re not helping other people along the way, are you?

Dani: There is no sense in preaching to each other basically.

Jonathan: It makes you feel good, but it’s easy and it’s lazy. One of the things we’re trying to say this year is that you don’t have to be vegan to make vegan choices.

Dani: I saw this notion promoted on the UK Vegan Society, but there were so many complaints from abolitionist groups, like “they say you don’t have to be vegan”, ignoring the “to like vegan things” part. I agree with what you’re saying. Veganism should be promoted in any way it can be. Everything you can say about veganism, everything positive, should be said either way. Even if one is not becoming vegan, or a “plant-eater”, because of ethics, at least they are not harming animals, and this becomes a good thing regardless. Slowly they will understand about ethics as well, and it will be easier for them to accept and understand the ethical side of not eating animals.

I asked Dani to talk more about the two societies that he and Nina belong to. The Animal Liberation Society has existed for about ten years, and they started out as a vegetarian group. The Slovenian Vegan Society is much younger, and started immediately as a vegan group.

Dani: I think an ever-growing number of people wanted to do something more for veganism in Slovenia, such as have events, have a website, and to share more information about the movement in general. We decided to make our own Vegan Society. We’ve had a lot of projects since then, such as the “Vegan challenge”, which is a challenge to be vegan for thirty days, which I think is very successful. You can subscribe to our website and get all the emails, and you can also get mentors. We also have festivals, and Nina’s society used to organize “vegetarian festivals” which served only vegan food but they didn’t want to be called a “vegan festival” because it is a taboo statement, as there is more prejudice against veganism than vegetarianism. Now we started having a “vegan fest” and we do this together with the Animal Liberation Society. What we want is to join vegans and different related groups as much as possible. I have observed that there are so many people who are willing to accept this choice, and they are just waiting for more information. I think we can do things together much better, like we did the last Vegan Fest together. It was very big, and people could see that there are so many vegans in this country. People start reading about us. For example, so many people are looking at different diets, like the paleo diet and so on. Why not write more articles about veganism as a projected diet, so when people search for new diets, they come across vegan diets, and perhaps get interested, and later learn about the ethics behind veganism as well. They can come into contact with veganism by whatever path. We don’t care how we are trying to make a vegan world, we just want to make it as soon as possible. For example, when we have events like “Vega Friday”, I talk to the manager at Loving Hut, and for that Friday they give 30% off on all vegan food. So many people come for cheaper food and then also for the lecture, and they hear about veganism and learn more. Every time we have some new people that come and talk to us afterwards. We are trying to be loud and we are trying to spend our limited energy to make a big impact.

One of the leaflets contrasts the beautiful pictures of animals with the abuse they receive
One of the leaflets contrasts the beautiful pictures of animals with the abuse they receive

We talked in depth about other issues vegans face, and of course, no vegan talk is ever complete without mentioning the film “Earthlings”.

Dani: Did you see Earthlings? I’ve seen it, but you know, I am not exactly watching it every day. I don’t have to see it any more.

Katana: I couldn’t watch it.

Nina: Me neither.

Jonathan: I actually turned vegan after the day of watching “The Animals Film”.

“The Animals Film” was an earlier film that was credited turning people vegan, but took a more subtle approach to make people think about our relationship with animals rather than simply shocking footage of what goes on in the treatment of animals for consumption. Katana stopped eating meat after literally clicking on a few websites and finding gruesome footage of industrialised animal farming online.

It was time to ask Nina about her Animal Liberation Society and her path to veganism.

Nina: I have joined this society about two years ago. I am an animal lover and have been all my life, but I was also taught that eating meat is normal. I was a vegetarian for ten years, and I am vegan for two years now. Slowly I developed this awareness about what’s happening, how to get my “milk” and so on. And finally two years ago I decided to join the society, I finally decided I’d had enough, I was going to be a happy herbivore from that moment. Since then I am trying to do my best to help the society. We did a great movie for Christmas last year. We chose some Slovenian celebrities, and joined them in the ad, and all the Slovenian television was airing it. It was so beautiful: we had a little baby pig, and in slow motion a hand was petting the pig. The celebrities gave speeches about warmth and love for Christmas, and how animals deserve the same, that they are our friends. This had such an impact on people. Even my Mom became a vegetarian, which is a big step for her. I was so happy about it, because it was so well accepted, lots of people were talking about it, some people became vegetarian, and some of them even vegan. We are trying to do our best, and this society is doing its best for a few years now.

At the end of the conversation we ate a hearty meal at the Loving Hut and Nina had some encouraging parting words for us and for every vegan.

Nina: We are basically trying to do our best in the most kind and gentle way we can. Being positive sometimes is very hard. Every day that I see the abuse of animals, and it gets to me and my heart. I start to feel emotional, I feel sad but then I pick up my good mood again and try to be a gentle and overall better person.

Eating at Loving Hut: (from left) Jonathan, Katana, Nina
Eating at Loving Hut: (from left) Jonathan, Katana, Nina

It’s a hard life we’re leading…

I am sitting in Croatia, right by the sea, we just saw a bunch of little crabs hiding behind rocks in the tide. And I have two band-aids on one finger, plus a red dot on my wrist and yet another bump on my head, and a slight burn on my other finger. This is what I call one of the best of Katana’s clumsy days. But let’s start at the beginning.

Last time Jonathan checked in, we were in Vrhpolje at a lovely camp site. On our “day off” in the valley (which apparently leads all the way to Milan! According to one local anyway) I decided to do some serious bit of exercising and hike up a few hills/mountains, leaving Jonathan to his own bits while I took the tracker for a walk. What I planned on was a marked path for about three hours. What I got was a 5 hour confused and slightly lost hike which mostly led me uphill through some very densely spider populated areas. I was exhausted, the weather was humid and hot, I kept running into spiderwebs, I kept getting on the wrong tracks and having to go back. Eventually I found myself at the next village north of Vrhpolje and walked down from there through the valley. Apparently Jonathan followed my route through the tracker the whole way and once he saw I was safely on my way back, he abandoned the idea of having to drive Troopy to rescue me, and instead had some wine. The hike was so hard that for two days my legs were out of order pretty much completely.

Picture up on a tree during my 5 hour hike
Picture up on a tree during my 5 hour hike

That night we went to the local pizzeria for a few beers and met a lovely English-speaking local man, probably a farmer, who told us fascinated (and long-winded) stories of the valley, why it was important during the Roman empire, and bits of other local trivia. As we said before, Slovenians are very lovely and friendly, always happy for a chat in whatever language, and most of them seem to know English to some extent.

The next day we had to say goodbye to the lovely campsite, its owners, the two Dutch couples who we shared the watermelon with, and the two English guys who came on motorcycles, and headed toward Ljubljana.

Ljubljana is very strange as a city. It seems to occupy a fair amount of space, but the “center” is very small, and you can walk anywhere you want to go quite quickly. On the other hand they seem to have a good bus system as well, and the geography is not too complicated. The first unpleasantness we encountered was from the campsite’s restaurant. I ordered a mixed salad, and asked if it had any cheese, and the waitress said “no, no, just vegetables, that’s all”. When they brought it out, the salad had “bird crap” on it, as we call it: creamy dressing. I was quite upset by this and tried to fish out the bits untouched but in the end gave up. Usually in this situation I would not say anything to the waitress but Jonathan prodded me, and so I did make a comment about how “I don’t eat dairy, milk products. I thought this was going to be just vegetables” but the waitress just apologized a bunch of times and nothing came of it. The result? Well, on the one hand, we are hoping next time a vegan comes and asks for a salad, she might ask them particularly what they want on the salad. The other outcome is that I should know better next time and not trust menu listings or waiters for clear information.

The sad salad covered in gross inedible dressing
The sad salad covered in gross inedible dressing

We spent the afternoon walking around Ljubljana, climbed the hill to the castle, and my legs were just killing. We found a vegan frozen cake cafe, which I didn’t see listed on HappyCow! The cakes were great, but we didn’t linger too long.

Vegan ice cakes!
Vegan ice cakes!

After a few hours of the city, I was ready to collapse. Still tired from my hike, my muscles not working, and having not slept the previous night, I felt dizzy and nauseous. Oh yes – the previous night there was a scary loud and wet thunderstorm, which kept me up most of the night, because I have a fear of lightning and thunder when I am not in a building – and sleeping in Troopy upstairs, well we get rocked around a lot and the wind and the rain are so loud that I was terrified and even spent some of the time underneath curled up in a sleeping bag, trying to shut out the noise. Also, our awning fell and almost broke. So we didn’t get much sleep. Instead of checking out one of the vegan spots in the city, we went home (Troopy) as I thought I might actually collapse. My mood improved somewhat by Jonathan’s wonderful cooking.

We got an extra day to spend in Slovenia, so we went to Triglav National Park, which is on the northwest side of the country, with the tallest mountain in Slovenia – Triglav – right in the heart of the park. We found a campsite that wasn’t too touristy, called Kamp Kamne. It was pouring rain but very beautiful scenery, sort of like the Alps but with less roads and less “Swiss”. The lady of the campsite didn’t seem too eager on our walk and told us “you can go see the waterfall but it’s raining and it will continue to rain so no”… which was a bit odd. But we got our rain gear on and decided to take on the rain, which incidentally stopped and didn’t rain again until we returned about 3 or 4 hours later.

We walked to Mojstrana and then instead of looking for the waterfalls, we went on a hike up the mountain, which didn’t make my aching legs feel any better. Of course, walking up a slippery road with no proper hiking gear is quite dangerous, and we ended up tumbling down, slipping and falling, getting all our clothes muddy and my shoes covered in bits of earth and leaves. On the way back Jonathan picked up some wild berries, and we didn’t even get poisoned from them.

Hike up a mountain in Triglav National Park
Hike up a mountain in Triglav National Park

Because it had been raining for days, we were unable to dry any of our clothes at all, so we had to carry around with us stale-smelling damp laundry and towels… not pleasant. Today we drove back to Ljubljana to meet up with Dani from the Slovenian Vegan Society and Nina from the “Osvoboditev Zivali” society (Animal Liberation – rough translation) for a chat and an interview. This meeting deserves its own blog post in the future – which we will do in a few days when I transcribe the interview.

We also looked in on two vegan food places in Ljubljana – Bobencek, which is a tiny little spot in the center with only two tables but lots of amazingly tasting food, and Loving Hut food stand, which had good food also.

Food ordered at Bobencek: soup of the day, falafel wrap and avocado sandwich.
Food ordered at Bobencek: soup of the day, falafel wrap and avocado sandwich.

After our lunch we drove to a new country – Croatia!!! And found a campsite right on the northern part of the coast and right by the sea. I mean literally by the sea – I am hearing the waves as I type this.

We went for a swim and strange things started happening. Both Jonathan and I felt weird things touching us / little stings while we swam, but neither confessed until later in the evening, when I had to dig out the medical kit for tick removal. I discovered a tick on my left wrist whilst walking on the campsite. A tiny brown and black thing, burrowing into my skin. I’ve never had a tick before, so I felt icky and interested at the same time. We tried the old methods – pouring alcohol, pouring oil. But then I googled it and apparently you’re supposed to just pull it out gently, not squeezing its tummy. Well, I pulled it out and cleaned the bite. After the tick incident we felt paranoid, so we confessed our weird prodding / stinging feelings in the water, turns out we both felt it but we have no marks on our bodies. Then Jonathan went through my hair looking for more ticks, which probably raised some eyebrows of the passers-by. Then we started smelling our hanging towels and the fleece blanket to see if the stale smell of wet clothes went away. This probably raised more eyebrows. All in all… a good day.

Crossing the border into Croatia!
Crossing the border into Croatia!

P.S. I am actually posting this the next day from a small coastal town after a third swim in the sea. We had no wifi prior.

Let’s go swimming!

I am starting to write this in a bit of a food coma. We are at a camping site, for the second night, in Pisa. On Monday we left the campsite in the Alps on the Swiss side and headed towards Italy, going up a mountain in the meantime and catching the few bits of snow still melting in the high altitudes. We stopped at a little spot with a bit of slanting snow, and I pranced around in the white (cold) slush and then climbed up higher where all the blueberry bushes grow. There were a lot of mosquitoes circling the bushes but I don’t think they minded me as much.

In the morning before we left the campsite I went for a little walk with my coffee and discovered that the little forested area that covered the campsite ground opened up quite suddenly to a quite deserted dried up river bank. This was an amazing view to the surrounding mountains, and I took this opportunity to do my first drawing of the trip.

Waking up to this
Waking up to this

We crossed the Italian border on Monday afternoon and parked in the town called Stresa, on lake Maggiore, for a little walk around and a cold soothing drink. I went down to the somewhat brown and unpleasant looking water to take my shoes off and walk around the slippery rocks for a bit to cool down my feet. We witnessed a very clumsy and stressed duck family, the mother duck kept losing her ducklings, and the scene made me very uncomfortable so after watching for a few I had to leave. I found another dead thing – a rotting fish in the water – for my “Katana’s dead nature studies” project.

Little duckling
Little duckling

I noticed that the mountains on the Italian side are so much more greener and covered in forests rather than have exposed rock like the Swiss mountains. I also noticed the sudden decrease in cleanliness and an increase in reckless – or weird and unpredictable – driving.

We found a campsite for Monday night just outside of Arona and right on the lake as well. After setting up quickly we had to go for a quick dip in the water, to cool down mostly and instead of using the showers, which we would have had to pay extra for. That night we were too lazy to cook dinner so we went for pizza (without cheese) and pasta (with unfortunate few specks of meat which I had to dig out… I am guessing it was cooked together with a meaty pasta). That campsite was full of Germans, and of course that night Germany played Portugal 4-0. The Germans were happy and mostly quiet and friendly. In the evening we decided to get the playing cards out for the first time. Since neither could remember any suitable game, we settled for Black Jack (with pretty much half made-up rules I think). Whiskey was taken out of course, and I got the cup which still had remnants of coffee, so I ended up with a coffee-flavored water-down whiskey. Not a good combination.

In the morning we swam in the lake again, as a wake-up and a morning shower, two in one. The water was a bit cold but still and lovely. We drove through Genoa on our way to what we thought will be Florence, but ended up being Pisa. In Genoa we had a very unfortunate start – the driving was insane, the parking place was invaded by some strange men selling pieces of colorful string as bracelets (for 40 euros as a starting price!). Jonathan managed to get away with giving them 2 euros for the sad piece of string they had already put on my wrist even though I was sternly declining. The incident made us uncomfortable and we didn’t want to leave poor Troopy all alone with those men. Eventually we figured it would be okay, and went to find a vegan place to have lunch, having googled “vegan Genova”. Very fortunate for us, we did just the thing! And what an amazing place it was, really. Cibi e Libri. Lorenzo, who served us, was very friendly, and we had a good chat about our adventure, he seemed enthusiastic and even gave me a little pastry present to go.

After the lovely food, we slowly trickled back down to Troopy parked by the port. Luckily, the car was untouched. Maybe I am being slightly too paranoid, or maybe I have had too many robbing incidents.

We started driving toward Florence, but it all turned sour for a bit when Italian driving and confusing tiny-lettered signs really did get the best of us. In the end, we drove to the outskirts of Pisa, loaded up our fridge at a supermarket, and found a campsite that seemed alright. On our way to Pisa, we stopped at a beach on the coast, and I had my first Mediterranean swim of the year! Or a few years, to be exact. It was wonderful, the water was only a bit cold, and once I swam out a bit further, I could see the mountains and the slowly setting sun. Bliss!

We sat up camp and here I am going to go into “what do vegans eat” because Jonathan made a really impressive chili! It had three types of beans, celery (my contribution), tomato paste, tomatoes, mushrooms and spices and such. Absolutely delicious. He made a whole pot so we had plenty for leftover burritos today, and that is why I am in a slight food coma right now.

To make this slightly more humorous, I wanted to tell about my unfortunate trials and tribulations of toilet use. (Yes I do have the LCD Soundsystem song in my head as I type this). Basically I seem to have been collecting amusing toilet stories. Here are a few: when we were at the Italian campsite two days ago, I managed to walk into a chemical toilet disposal cubicle instead of a normal toilet, wondering why the toilet seat was huge (is this a specific toilet for large people?). Then a strange encounter with an English lady at a cafe, I walked up to the door, the toilet was dark and slightly open. I pulled on the handle, it didn’t give, but I thought maybe the door is heavy. I pulled again, and out of the darkness I saw a face apologetically looking at me. After a few more minutes she came out. I don’t know what someone could be doing in a dark toilet with an open door, when the light switch was clearly marked and the light worked. Of course the latest episode happened today, when I managed to get myself stuck in a cubicle because the lock was stiff and wouldn’t open…

I think the lesson to be learned is not to expect much from foreign toilets.

Today we took the train into Florence and spent the day sightseeing, criticizing the tourists, admiring the seeming American tourist overtake of the city, and I got some art in, by visiting the Uffizi.

Lions in the Uffizi
Lions in the Uffizi

I think I like Italy. Tomorrow Pisa and then onwards to the next bit!

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Excitement

We’re in St Michel! I guess I should start from the beginning, although I want to talk about everything at once. My excitement hasn’t died down from the moment we were lining up to drive onto the ferry, all throughout the exhausting drive through France at night, and even when Jonathan was being eaten alive by mosquitoes yesterday and his mood was slightly soured, I am still sitting here, smiling from ear to ear. This feels more like a well-earned holiday (which I haven’t really earned) than a difficult and somewhat important trip. Perhaps it is because we are sitting in Jonathan’s house in the south of France, he knows his way around here, the weather is amazing, there is plenty to do, the views remind me of picturesque movies, and my only enemies are hairy spiders and persistent flies. Even the mosquitos don’t seem to acknowledge me, which made the situation last night with Jonathan, running around slapping his legs and shouting, even more terrible, as I was standing there left alone in peace. Perhaps they don’t like my blood, my sweat, or maybe I am immune to them, as I used to get eaten alive when I spent summers in the Russian countryside.

Beer on the ferry! So many flags!
Beer on the ferry! So many flags!

We got on the ferry on Sunday, and I could barely contain my excitement as I ran around the deck, asked silly questions about how the ferry works, how sailing works, how anything on water works, and eventually we did collapse into a nap, and then had a repeat meal of chips, as that was pretty much the only vegan option in the ferry restaurant. The excitement only got higher as we ended up unknowingly and accidentally chasing an enormous thunderstorm cloud for about two hours in the night. At first we couldn’t figure out whether it was lightning in the sky behind a cloud, or whether they were fireworks lighting up the sky. After a while it just became clear that we would have caught up with the fireworks, but this lightning seemed to keep moving away from us, no matter how fast we drove. It was the most amazing weather phenomenon I’ve ever seen: the lightning was striking every few seconds, and it was slightly different colored, either light blue on the top, or pinkish-yellow on the bottom. We even stopped at one service area and just stared at it for a while. Because of this strange weather, we encountered patches of wet ground and puddles, or sudden misty spots. I tried to record this on video, but I am not sure how well it translates, I feel like this was one of those things you have to experience.

Of course, after driving through the night, we were completely exhausted, so when we finally reached the house in St Michel, it was time for a nice nap in the shade outside. I was even given the Mexican hammock as it was my first time here, and my first time in a Mexican hammock.

Mexican hammock! Silly hats!
Mexican hammock! Silly hats!

We ended up having quite a busy day after that. Jonathan tended the garden, I explored around the area, we cleaned up the house and the spiderwebs. Then we decided to do some food and car shopping, but on the way back we drove up to the top of a steep hill / cliff, and decided to go swimming in the waterfall that was below. That was a very steep climb down on foot, and wearing a dress with exposed limbs wasn’t ideal, because I got scratched by the prickly plants a lot, especially on the way up. It was also quite a difficult climb down, with the dry earth crumbling under my feet. The exhausting exercise made my thighs hurt a lot for the next two days, but it was so worth it! The waterfall fell into little pools of greenish-white water, probably tainted by limestone. The water was very cold and the amount of insects and other strange things in the pools made the swim quite unpleasant, but after such a sticky sweaty long climb it was alright. I actually ended up getting in the water twice, just to prove that I can.

View from the waterfall place, after swimming.
View from the waterfall place, after swimming.

Now onto the “what do vegans eat” section. That evening we had a barbecue. It wasn’t just grilled vegetables, it was an amazing meal! Using the wok, Jonathan grilled mushrooms, cauliflower, eggplant and courgette with spices and garlic, and then tomatoes and asparagus right on the grill. We also threw in a vegan burger patty and some awful bread from the service station. Speaking of the service station, in the middle of the drive at night we had to stop for food because my stomach was eating itself. Surprisingly, they had some quite alright salads and loafs of bread, which just goes to show that even at night in the middle of France on the motorway you can eat something other than crisps or nuts.

Some of the barbecued food!
Some of the barbecued food!
Eating on the stone wall of the barbecue pit.
Eating on the stone wall of the barbecue pit.

Yesterday we also had a productive day. Jonathan assembled his “Hobie Cat” boat as we decided to go sailing. Of course, when I say “assembled” and “attached to Troopy”, I really mean hours of hard labour in the blistering sun. By the time we actually went down to the lake, it was about 4pm. Then it took us another 2+ hours to get the boat ready for sailing. We were sort of failing with the mast for a while, so much so that even the friendly guy sitting in his trailer nearby and listening to hard rock, came over to us and asked in English whether we needed help. Some bits didn’t require my help, so I went down to the water and filmed little fish, the green things growing underneath in the mud, and I found a dead crustacean, which of course I had to scoop up into a plastic cup and bring back to the house. His name is Kevin. I will include the underwater footage in the next video.

Katana seems to have developed an interest in dead crustaceans.
Katana seems to have developed an interest in dead crustaceans.

Sailing was not quite what I expected, and also I realized I am mostly useless because I know nothing about sailing. I also realized this requires a lot of strength and I have about zero. We sailed to the other end of the lake, and got out onto the beach. As we were coming closer to the beach, I noted the disgusting and creepy looking plants growing tall under the water, and of course I ended up having an encounter with them later. When we pushed the boat off the beach to sail back, my job was to run in the water pushing the boat and then and climb up; I was wearing flip flops and both of them came off my feet as I jumped onto the boat. I was about to leave them there because we started approaching the section with the underwater creepy greens, but Jonathan convinced me to go after the shoes. So I jumped off, swam quickly to grab them, and as I swam back I ended up in creepy territory. I really don’t want to relive that moment again.

All in all, a very lovely few days. Jonathan is covered in mosquito bites from when we ended our sailing trip and were packing the boat and putting it back onto Troopy, for some reason he got attacked by the little flying devils, while I didn’t get a single bite. We also had our first couscous, which incidentally I ended up making, because Jonathan was in the shower cooling off and easing the itchiness. Our motto for food at the moment seems to be “tomatoes and garlic” because pretty much every meal we have eaten so far involves both of them.

Jonathan barbecuing. Look at all the tomatoes!
Jonathan barbecuing. Look at all the tomatoes!