Crescendo Prog Festival

The following episode happened in August 2013.

The Crescendo Festival is held every year in the small town of St. Palais-Sur-Mer, just outside Royan, in Rocheford on France’s western coast. Royan is a small, seaside resort town in an urban area of about 37.000 people. The Crescendo festival has been held here every third weekend in August since 1999. Lately there has also been a Crescendo festival in French Guyana but due to financial difficulties, this festival has not been held every year.

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Confused in Strasbourg

The following episode took place in December 2013.

Strasbourg was a city it took me quite some time to get. Usually I am a really good navigator, and it doesn’t take me a long time in a new city before I have a general idea of its layout, and able to get around without a map. Many a time have I impressed fellow travellers with my ability to quickly get my bearings and get around in a new city.

In Strasbourg I felt really lost the first three out of four days. Only on our last day there did I finally understand the layout of the city, and then it dawned on me. The problem wasn’t me or the complexity of the city streets. The city was quite easy to get around in actually, and I should have been able to create a mental map of it much earlier. The problem lay with the locals, and the really strange way they got around in the city.

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One night in Paris

The following episode took place in April 2014

I arrived in Paris at four in the afternoon, having taken the train from Nice earlier that day. My flight back to Norway would leave the next morning. Flights out of Nice had been so expensive, it was cheaper to take the train to Paris, spend a night here and then catch a flight back to Norway. I had one night in Paris and had to make the most of it. Next morning the train for the airport left at seven am.

So, what should I do? What is the best way to spend only a few hours in Paris? I hadn’t prepared at all, knew nothing of the city.

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