Saturday, 5-Aug-2006, end of the UK
Ended up going to the closing ceremony after all. The classical music interludes were, in my opinion, uncalled for.
Other than that, the speech by the grandson of Zamenhof was interesting and always a nice touch. (That's him up on the big screen in the pic.) The rest went in one ear and out the other. I just wandered around at the back of the hall and outside to get my last feel for Esperantujo.
The day before, I got the nod that the trip to Sarajevo by ferry and bus is the way to go so I met up with Katja and Yun, the Korean, at about twelve to head off to the station to find out about tickets.
The queue was a mile long but we eventually got served and we headed off at 14:14 by train to Ancona to catch the ferry.
We had to change trains in Bologna and nearly missed our connection because some Italian Esperantist tried to tell us we needed a reservation. I decided we hadn't been told so how were we supposed to know. Well, in a way he was right as we ended up standing the 2.5 hours to Ancona. No wonder no-one checked our tickets - or was that why the train was so full?
There wasn't even room for us to stand in the corridor. We ended up standing in front of the toilet - five of us and a dog.
Once we hit the coast it was amazing to see the beach. For about ten kilometres or maybe more, there was nothing but beach umbrellas. These, however, were not something brought along by people at the beach. They were all set up with a table and four chairs and in perfectly symmetrical rows. And don't think there was just one row facing the beach. They were about ten deep. That seems like such a strange concept of going to the beach to me.
Other than that, the speech by the grandson of Zamenhof was interesting and always a nice touch. (That's him up on the big screen in the pic.) The rest went in one ear and out the other. I just wandered around at the back of the hall and outside to get my last feel for Esperantujo.The day before, I got the nod that the trip to Sarajevo by ferry and bus is the way to go so I met up with Katja and Yun, the Korean, at about twelve to head off to the station to find out about tickets.
The queue was a mile long but we eventually got served and we headed off at 14:14 by train to Ancona to catch the ferry.
We had to change trains in Bologna and nearly missed our connection because some Italian Esperantist tried to tell us we needed a reservation. I decided we hadn't been told so how were we supposed to know. Well, in a way he was right as we ended up standing the 2.5 hours to Ancona. No wonder no-one checked our tickets - or was that why the train was so full?
There wasn't even room for us to stand in the corridor. We ended up standing in front of the toilet - five of us and a dog.
Once we hit the coast it was amazing to see the beach. For about ten kilometres or maybe more, there was nothing but beach umbrellas. These, however, were not something brought along by people at the beach. They were all set up with a table and four chairs and in perfectly symmetrical rows. And don't think there was just one row facing the beach. They were about ten deep. That seems like such a strange concept of going to the beach to me.
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