The highlight of our trip, which we had been promising ourselves for more than twenty years, was our trip on the Orient Express. It was everything we could have hoped for and more.
We got ourselves all dressed up in our new clothes, and in my case my high heeled shoes. That was a challenge for two reasons. Firstly, I have rarely worn high heels for a very long time, and secondly, my ankle was still very swollen after twisting it badly the previous day, and I had blisters on the other foot. Still, as my mother used to say "pride must abide" (by which she meant 'stop complaining if you want to wear that item of apparel').
The taxi took us from our hotel to Victoria Station (we had way too much luggage to do it any other way) and we went to the VSOE (Venice Simplon Orient Express) check in. Our luggage was taken from us, to either be returned in Venice or to be put in our cabin on the continental leg of the journey.
Eventually we joined the British Pullmans for the first leg of the journey, which was to Folkstone. We were given Bellinis (champagne with apple puree, though the original Bellini was with peach juice) and a fancy brunch.
|One of the British Pullman Cars|
|Decoration of our car (named Lucille)|
|Andy at our table|
|Luxury coach with its kitchen|
|My "special" entree - a salad (since I don't eat seafood). Pretty fancy for a salad|
|The cabin in its night configuration|
|Goodbye Orient Express|