Somewhat belatedly I am now going to start telling you about my annual trip to the Netherlands for the Le Guess Who festival. In this instalment I will mainly be talking about my journey to Utrecht, so come back tomorrow if you want to hear about music and stuff like that.
This year we decided to once more travel over to Utrecht without flying. The first leg was a ferry from Dublin to Holyhead, although in practice it felt like the journey had really begun when we boarded the special bus to the ferry port. Our friend Mr B— was also travelling on our ferry. The journey over to Wales was a lot of fun.
From Holyhead we got the direct train to London. Some slight Holyhead dawdling meant we weren't able to grab a four seat table, so poor Mr B— was stuck on his own for a bit. But in London we went out to Drummond Street for tasty South Indian food (dosas for the others, thali for greedy me) and then to the Doric Arch for a couple of ales.
Like a crazy person Mr B— got up super early the following morning, but our Eurostar was at a more leisurely hour. Check-in and security flowed much better than last year… they might have resolved the post-Brexit post-pandemic staffing issues. This time we took steps to make sure we weren't caught by the onboard bar shutting down at lunchtime for a staff changeover at Brussels: we bought sandwiches in London and then picked up wine on the train to lay into when lunchtime arrived. And so like debauched plutocrats we drank French wine and ate sandwiches on a train for our lunch. We also like how the train announcer from Brussels had a great "in reality perception" accent.
Arriving in Utrecht we checked into our hotel. No view of the station this time round, but we could star out our window at the cycle track heading up to the Tivoli Vredenburg, which was almost as mesmerising. For dinner we went out for a fancy/expensive meal: a vegetarian rijsttafel (big spread of Indonesian food). It was tasty stuff and we ate it all (or almost all). I'd be on for something similar next year again, but might try Blauw then instead, as it seems to be Utrecht's premier Indonesian restaurant while only being slightly more expensive. But I think what I would really be hoping for is more in the way of Indonesian ambience, by which I mean gamelan: I was a bit disappointed that our restaurant (Selamat Makan) was not treating us to the ringing sounds of the popular music.
And so to bed, in preparation for the musical onslaught to come.
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