Trix’ Travels was created with full cooperation of Trix the cat. She has been perfectly safe and lazy during the entire process that will now be posted every other Saturday. This weeks stop: Denmark.
Okay, I knew humans were crazy, but they have proven one more exactly how crazy… An entire park completely filled with lego’s? Pre-assembled lego’s that is? What is the fun of that you crazy beings on two legs? Explain it to me!
And those barbarians don’t even have cats build from lego’s. At least the Egyptians knew how to build some proper statues and structures, shaped after wonderful cast. These Danish don’t seem to have any notion of the greatness that are cats. Building weird tiny houses instead, too small to even sleep in. I don’t get it at all.
I want to go home now, please blond human?
Trix does not really understand the fun of Legoland.
Trix’ Travels was created with full cooperation of Trix the cat. She has been perfectly safe and lazy during the entire process that will now be posted every other Saturday. This weeks stop: Sweden.
I can’t believe this trip is almost coming to an end. After traveling the entire world, we returned to Europe but we aren’t home just yet. At this moment we are camping in Sweden, where it is really cold but we have been so lucky that we have found several nice spaces that are not yet covered in snow. The sun makes it seem a bit warmer than it is, which fools me and the human from time to time. I’m blessed with my coat though. When we move into the shade, or the wind rises suddenly she jumps into bags to get out even more clothes. She is not really build for this weather, but we noticed that in Canada already.
By this time we are so used to each other that we don’t really have to say what we want anymore. Like when we are sleeping in our tiny tent. I know she can’t sleep with cold feet so every night I curl up against them for an hour or so before finding my own spot to sleep in. She rewards me every morning with a nice cup of hot tea and a bite to eat. It is often fish that we get from local markets. I like this fish, you can truly taste that it came directly from the sea.
Sweden is a beautiful country, where everyone seems to speak rather well English which is nice for my human. But I don’t mind that we are getting closer to home. I’m an old lady, it is time for retirement from this trip.
Don’t let the sun and green fool you, it is freezing! Background: Travelnorth.outdrr.com
Trix’ Travels was created with full cooperation of Trix the cat. She has been perfectly safe and lazy during the entire process that will now be posted every other Saturday. This weeks stop: New Zealand.
Hobbitses, hobbitses everywhere!
While we were flying from Australia to New Zealand, the human made me watch these films called The Hobbit, and I love them! All these little creatures, so much food, a lot of adventure. It sounds a bit like our own travels at the moment. Although I’m quite happy we don’t seem to encounter dragons. I’m not particularly good at riddles. Watching the movies did change my image of New Zealand a bit, and to be really honest the country is only half as cool as the films make it look. I have never enjoyed movies before, I don’t really understand the moving pictures all that much, but I liked these. Maybe because they’re so absurd, or maybe because we can visit many of the places where they shot scenes from the films because we are visiting the country.
New Zealand is a bit colder than I expected. I thought it would be like a tiny Australia, but it is not like the other island at all! The temperature here is nicer, and it is a lot greener. There are also no annoying kangaroos, but instead they have these awesome birds called kiwi’s (like the fruit, only with legs and a beak). They tell the most funny stories! I tell them to the human the next morning but I don’t think she really understands me, and the kiwi’s seem a bit afraid of her because they hide during the day. They told me they are the little (really little) brothers of this giant bird called ‘the elephant bird’ that used to live in Africa. It seems strange to me, because we are nowhere near Africa and this elephant bird could have squashed the kiwi’s without even noticing it stepped on something. But if that is what they want to believe, who am I to disagree? I wonder if there are any kiwi’s in The Hobbit? Maybe I didn’t look hard enough. They seem strange enough to live in Middle Earth…
Trix seems to be a fan of The Hobbit. Background: Zicasso.com
Trix’ Travels was created with full cooperation of Trix the cat. She has been perfectly safe and lazy during the entire process that will now be posted every other Saturday. This weeks stop: Australia.
Why is it so hot here? It is winter, right? Right?
Ooh, the crazy blond human (who seems less crazy than I might have seemed just now) explained to me how winter and summer work on the other half of the world. I hadn’t thought about that for one second, nor did I notice that we had changed sides on the world. The blond human explained that there is an old ritual that sailors had to go through when they crossed the equator for the first time. She said it is called the ‘Ritual of Neptune‘, and that it often involves a plunge in the ocean. I reminded her that we crossed that strange invisible line by plane, and not with a ship. And then I said some words that are probably best not to repeat.
Australia is a fascinating country. I saw some really weird animals, and had funny conversations with them as well. There was this one creature, I think it is called a koala, and it was a very funny animal. It seemed as if he was on another planet or something, he kept talking about how he talked to the trees and how they talked back to him. I don’t know what he has been eating, but I think I’m staying away from that stuff. But he was good company though, we shared a nice cool glass of water with ice cubes floating around in them. He liked staring at the cubes, munching on a leaf, as I stared and munched on a nice strip of dried meat. Koala’s are cool creatures, for non-cats of course.
Another animal was a kangaroo, but I didn’t like it as much as the koala. The koala was funny, the kangaroo seemed like a jerk. Kept hopping around our car, showing off. I don’t like jerks like that, especially because we couldn’t leave until he was gone. Because the human had turned off the car, there was no airconditioning and for the first time in my life I hated having a fur coat. It was so warm… And that stupid kangaroo kept showing off its muscles, hopping around like he was all that. We couldn’t even get a nice drink because they were in the camper! I want my koala buddy back…
Cooling down under our camper for a second. Background: Robert Corkery, sandracarpenter.net
Trix’ Travels was created with full cooperation of Trix the cat. She has been perfectly safe and lazy during the entire process that will now be posted every other Saturday. This weeks stop: Vietnam.
My owner went on holiday here. I remember because I had the house all to myself, well me and the specks of dust. We had some really interesting conversations because my human did not come around with that awful vacuum cleaner to take them away from me.
I can understand why my human wanted to go here. Vietnam might nog be as nice and quiet as Japan, but it is also not as loud and crowded as China, and they have amazing food! Food and drinks in one bowl filled with lovely bits of meat or chicken, or these tasty snacks they call spring rolls. The blond human and I are practically rolling out of this country. I am glad she did not make me wear one of those strange hats again. When I saw people wearing those, and the crazy one looking at them, I complained loudly until she walked away. One hat-incident is more than enough for the rest of my nine lives. Although after this country I’m down one life: when we were traveling with a small boat, I saw a shark right beneath us. There are fish that you do not want to mess with, and sharks are some of those! This thing was at least ten times my size (I think… I really suck at math), and could probably eat me without even having to chew. I didn’t like that, not at all. So I complained loudly to the human again, trying to let her know that I wanted to return to the nice and dry land. But this time she didn’t listen at all and we spend more time on the water.
Only in the evening did she manage to make it up to me, with more spring rolls and a nice (but not so quiet) walk around the city and beaches. Vietnam is loud, but it is definitely alive.
Trix did not want to wear a hat this time. Background: Bobbie Hasselbring, RFT