Thursday, July 8, 2010

Sarajevo, Bosnia & Herzegovina

Sunday

Our bus arrived into Sarajevo around 8.15pm on Sunday night. Thanks to an extremely nice girl, we managed to get from the bus station in the east of the city, to our hotel in the centre city. She noticed that we were looking a little lost and that the taxi driver was not understanding our Bosnian. So she bowled on up and offered to translate for us - she explained to the taxi driver that we had no Bosnian currency but that we would pay him in euros and then she told him where our hotel was and negotiated an appropriate taxi fare on our behalf. She can't have been more than 16 or 17 and her English (probably one of several languages she speaks) was brilliant. This was the first example of what lovely, friendly people the Bosnians are - it was definitely the friendliest country we have visited.

Once we had checked in to our hotel (the Hotel Boutique 36, staffed by exceptionally friendly and helpful people) we set off for some dinner in the Old Town. Our hotel was really close to the centre of the Old Town - just a three minute walk away from Baščaršija (pronounced Bosh-char-shee-ya), the main street/square of the district. It was a nice, calm evening and the Old Town was looking stunning. We found a little restaurant down a side alley and we had a great dinner of Bosnian specialties, served by a really helpful and friendly waiter.

Monday

On Monday morning, we had breakfast in the hotel and then set off to learn more about Sarajevo and Bosnia. Bosnia & Herzegovina officially, but just Bosnia for these lazy blog writers, is a fairly small country in the centre of the Balkan peninsula, bordered by Croatia to the north, west and south, Serbia to the east, and Montenegro to the southeast. It is almost land-locked, except for 26km of Adriatic Sea coastline. Its population is around 4.7 million. The country is home to three ethnic groups: Bosniaks (or Bosnian Muslims), the largest population group of three at around 48%, with Bosnian Serbs in second at around 37% and Bosnian Croats in third at 14%.

Both Bosnia and its capital city Sarajevo have always been an important crossroads for many different cultures, from the east and west. Due to its unique location in the heart of the Balkan peninsula, Sarajevo has acted as a gateway for peoples of Greece and Asia Minor migrating towards midwest Europe and vice versa since ancient times. Sarajevo is also situated on the crossroads of two major water basins along the valleys of the Bosnia and Neretva Rivers, which connect northern Europe with the Mediterranean Sea. The city has always been home to an assortment of people from different cultures and religions and they have always managed to get along with each other. However, the geographical location of Sarajevo (and Bosnia) and its abundant natural resources including water (apparently it has enough fresh water to supply all of Europe for 30 years!) have made it the target of numerous sieges and wars over the centuries.

Formerly one of the six federal units constituting the Socialist Federal Republic of Yugoslavia, Bosnia gained its independence during the Yugoslav Wars of the 1990s. Croatia and Slovenia had already declared their independence from the Communist Yugoslavia and wars had ensued as a result. This placed Bosnia in a difficult position, as the country was torn as to whether to stay part of Yugoslavia (overwhelmingly favoured by the country's Serbian population) or to seek independence (overwhelmingly favoured by the country's Bosniak and Croat populations).

A declaration of Bosnia and Herzegovina sovereignty in October 1991 was followed by a referendum for independence from Yugoslavia in February and March 1992, boycotted by the great majority of the Serbs. The turnout in the independence referendum was 63.4 per cent and 99.7 per cent of voters voted for independence. Bosnia and Herzegovina declared independence shortly afterwards. Following a tense period of escalating tensions and sporadic military incidents, open warfare began in Sarajevo on April 6, the day that independence was officially observed. Following the declaration of independence of the Republic of Bosnia and Herzegovina, the Serbs attacked different parts of the country. The state administration of Bosnia and Herzegovina effectively ceased to function having lost control over the entire territory. The Serbs wanted all lands where Serbs had a majority, eastern and western Bosnia. The Croats and their leader Franjo Tudman also aimed at securing parts of Bosnia as Croatian. Secret discussions between Tudman and Yugoslav/Serbian leader Slobodan Milosevic on the division of Bosnia between Serbia and Croatia were held as early as March 1991. The general aim appeared to be to divide the land of Bosnia up between Serbia and Croatia and to get rid of the Bosniaks.

From April 1992 until December 1995, Bosnia was attacked from all sides by mainly Serbian forces, who captured, detained, tortured, raped and killed thousands of Bosnians and destroyed and burned their houses, buildings, libraries etc. Figures for the total casualties from the Bosnian War vary greatly, but it is believed at least 100,000 people were killed, possibly up to 200,000, most of whom were Bosniaks.

Our first stop on our Monday morning wander through the Old Town was the Tourist Information Centre, where we booked in to two tours for later in the day - a tour of the "War Tunnel" and a walking tour of the Old Town. Sarajevo is refreshingly different from other European cities, which seem to become a little "same same" after a while. Sarajevo is one of the very few cities, if not the only one, in the world where you can find a mosque, a synagogue, an Orthodox church and a Catholic church pretty much in the same block. Since the Ottoman Turks arrived and settled in Sarajevo, there has been a strong Turkish/Muslim influence in the city. The Old Town is scattered with several beautiful mosques, with their tall minarets visible from miles away.

The sounds and smells of the Old Town are just as beautiful and exotic as the sights - the several times a day Muslim call to prayer that rings out from the top of the minarets and the constant tap-tap-tap of tools from the numerous handcraft stores (Sarajevo is renowned for its fine handcrafts, particularly copper treasures) are familiar sounds, while the smells of exotic spices from spice stalls and charcoal/cooking meat from restaurants flood the streets.

We found our way to the spot on the corner of Zelenih Beretki and Blala Kulina Bana streets, where on 28 June 1914, Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria, heir presumptive to the Austro-Hungarian throne and his wife Sofia were shot dead by Gavrilo Princep, one of six members of Bosnian Serbs who had conspired to assassinate the Archduke. This assassination led to the July Crisis and, one month later, to the outbreak of World War I. There is a plaque on the wall of the small museum (dedicated to the assassination) that sits on the corner of the streets, explaining that this was the precise spot where the shots were fired from. As it happened, we visited the spot on 28 June 2010, exactly 96 years after the event. We had a look in the museum, which is very small and deals almost entirely with the assassination, but which is quite well done and worth a look.

After our brief museum visit, we explored some of the handcraft stores mentioned above - there is an entire alleyway packed with nothing but handcraft stores, which we named Treasure Alley. We bought a couple of greeting cards with thin copper sheets with engraved pictures/designs on the front, two pens made from bullet shells recovered from the Bosnian War and a copper ornamental plate with engraved image of Sarajevo (see photo below).

Sarajevans have done an amazing job of re-building their city following the war, which ended just 15 years ago. While there are definite signs of war, we were surprised not to see completely demolished buildings, rubble, craters in the roads etc. The re-building effort was obviously swift and they have done remarkably well. There were, however, dozens and dozens of buildings (residential homes, shops, banks, museums, all sorts) that had bullet holes all over the outside walls! While not surprising given the magnitude of the siege, this still shocked us.

We visited the Orthodox Cathedral, which was beautiful. We tried to visit the Catholic Cathedral too, but this was locked! Outrageous. There is a definite cafe culture in Sarajevo - the locals appeared to love nothing more than meet up with friends for a coffee and there are plenty of quality cafes to choose from. So we joined in and had a coffee and rested our legs while we planned our next move. After some more exploring and looking at shops, we grabbed some lunch at a place on Bravadziluk street, an amazing street in the Old Town packed full of eateries. We both had a Bosnian favourite dish for lunch, called "cevapi". It is a Turkish bread pocket, packed with little lamb sausages and onion and some yum yum sauce (see photo of Tim tucking in, below). Seriously delicious. The Balkans do meat and bread pretty well, but this little Bosnian delight was probably our favourite!

After lunch we had our Sarajevo War Tunnel Tour. A bus picked us up from the river bank in the Old Town and took us out to the location of the War Tunnel, near Sarajevo's airport. We arrived at a house on the outskirts of the city, behind the airport and we were ushered inside and into a room that has been decked out as an underground war bunker. Our guide told us all about the siege (not a war we were told, as the Bosnians had almost no weapons and were brutally massacred - a war usually indicates that two sides are fighting). She was about 14-18 years old during the siege, so she could give us an insight to what it was actually like.

Sarajevo was surrounded by Serbian forces, who cut off electricity and water supply for much of the four-year siege. The Serbs also cut off supplies of food and medicine initially, although once NATO took control of the airport, some of the food and medicine that was sent to Sarajevo made its way to the Sarajevans - some was dished out to the Serbian soldiers! NATO and the West in general appear to have made an appalling effort at assisting Bosnia during this siege. Initially the West did not want to get involved - the story goes that the West either did not know what was happening, or decided that it was not for them to get involved. Eventually the decision was made to send in unarmed NATO troops, purely as peace-keepers. All this did was to further handicap the Bosnians, as NATO confiscated what few weapons the Bosnians had to defend themselves with and then NATO failed to provide the protection the Bosnians needed. Plus, as time went on, some of the NATO troops were killed by Serbian forces too. The Serbs had taken the hills that surround Sarajevo and their snipers would pick off Sarajevans in the streets of the city. They also fired shells at buildings, cars, etc, which resulted in dozens of buildings catching fire and being destroyed.

Our guide told us of the determined defiance of the Sarajevans. They could do little to stop the siege, but they were determined to continue their lives as best they could and not let their spirits be broken. An untapped strength and creativity was expressed through the war theatre in Sarajevo, which put on plays for the duration of the siege - often portraying actual incidents from the siege in a humorous light. The newspaper, "Oslobodenje", meaning Freedom, did not miss a single day of print despite the lack of paper and supplies. Cultural life did not die during these times, it flourished in the most defiant form of non-violent resistance. Bosnians walked through the hail of gunfire to have coffee with a friend and they even held a Miss Sarajevo beauty pageant in a basement during one of the worst periods of the war - the inspiration for U2's song "Miss Sarajevo". Our guide told us of one occasion where she and "what is now her husband" as she described him, were in an underground theatre watching Schindler's List, thinking about how terrible and tragic it all was, and they had the same thing going on above ground!

Sarajevans were so desperate to get food and supplies into the city from other parts of Bosnia that men would attempt to run across the fields alongside the airport runway (carrying huge sacks of supplies) in the middle of the night. This was successful to a degree, although many men were shot dead in the process. So, they craftily devised a plan to dig a tunnel in order to link the city of Sarajevo, which was entirely cut-off by Serbian forces, with the supposedly neutral area at the Sarajevo airport set up by the United Nations. The starting point of the tunnel was at a family home (the venue of our "tour"). The tunnel took around 4 months to create, from January 1993 to May 1993. It was 800m long and 1.5m high. The tunnel allowed food and humanitarian aid to come into the city, and people to get out. During the time it was used, it is estimated that 20 million tonnes of food entered the city, and one million people passed in and out of it. It was also one of the major ways of bypassing the international arms embargo, which had crippled the Sarajevans' ability to defend themselves. In effect, the tunnel saved Sarajevo.

After hearing all about the siege and the tunnel from our guide, we watched a short video of footage from the siege, which was quite horrific. Then we walked through the small section of the tunnel that still exists. The outside of the house that is now the museum for the war tunnel, is scarred with dozens of bullet holes (photo below).

After the tunnel tour we had a bit of rest back at the hotel before joining our walking tour of the Old Town. It turned out that we had the same tour guide from the tunnel tour for the walking tour. The 90-minute walking tour was fantastic. We covered the main mosque, the synagogue, the Orthodox Church and the Catholic Church (which was open this time!). Our tour guide pointed out the "red roses" on the pavements and roads all over the city. These are spots of red paint or wax that look a little like roses that have been painted onto the pavements etc in spots where people were killed during the war. Once she had pointed them out to us, we started noticing them everywhere - quite horrific. We also re-visited the spot where Franz Ferdinand was assassinated, the Bey Bezistan indoor marketplace, the Morica Han caravan palace (the function of this was to provide warehouse space, stables and accommodation for traders passing through Sarajevo - it is now filled with shops and eateries downstairs and offices and accommodation upstairs), the Gazi Husrev high school (Gazi created quite a few cool things in Sarajevo, including the main mosque!), the City Hall and numerous other interesting sites along the way. Our tour guide also informed us that Bosnia's flag, which is a little unusual, was based on the European Union flag, as they couldn't agree on a design of their own when they gained independence.

After the tour ended, we stopped for a coffee and then walked down the Mula Mustafe Baseskije (the main street running along side the Old Town), past the Markale outdoor marketplace, the scene of the "Markale massacres", two artillery attacks by Serbian forces on civilians during the Bosnian War. The first attack happened on February 5, 1994 when 68 people were killed and 144 more were wounded. The second occurred on August 28, 1995 when a mortar shell killed 37 people and wounded another 90.

We continued on to the Eternal Flame monument commemorating the military victims of World War II. Then we stopped in at the Zlatna Ribica bar, one of Sarajevo's most famous bars. The name means "Little Fish" and there are opera, theatre and concert posters lining the walls. The decor is a cross between a mini-brasserie from Paris and a Viennese coffee house. We had a couple of drinks in there and enjoyed the "interesting" collection of music.

It was a lovely warm evening, so we walked back into the centre of the Old Town and watched the Brazil v Chile football match at an outdoor sports bar that had very cheap drinks, and then we returned to our favourite food street and had some delicious Bosnian treats for dinner.

Tuesday

After the hotel breakfast, we ventured down to the Old Town and visited the Gazi Husrev Begova Mosque, Sarajevo's largest and most signifiacnt mosque. The mosque is probably the finest example of Ottoman Islamic architecture on the Balkan Peninsula. The original structure was built in 1530 but it was destroyed and rebuilt a few times before the last reconstruction in 1886.

Our second stop of the morning was the Sarajevo Museum, which was really interesting. We enjoyed finding out a lot more about the history of the city and its settlers right through from antiquity through to the end of the Austro-Hungarian Empire around World War I.

We had morning tea at the Ramis coffee shop, which consisted of the most delicious hot chocolate and an amazing slice of chocolate cake (see photo below). We enjoyed sitting outside and watching the Sarajevans go about their business. Then we visited one of Sarajevo's famous sweet shops. Megs bought a supply of turkish delight that could sink a battleship and Tim bought an equally enormous bag of chocolate-covered hazelnuts.

Around midday we caught a taxi out to the Historical Museum of Bosnia and Herzegovina, about a five-minute drive from the Old Town. The building that houses the museum was badly damaged in the siege - the bullet holes are still visible in the walls. The building now houses the permanent exhibition entitled "Surrounded Sarajevo". The exhibition looks at the nearly four years of war on the city's citizens. It is presented in a non-partisan and non-judgmental fashion, through photographs and artifacts, many of which have been supplied by the citizens of the city themselves. There are some horrendous photos of the siege and certain parts of the exhibition are particularly harrowing. There is a section that looks at the effect of the siege on children, which includes blood-stained workbooks and satchels from a classroom where snipers shot and killed a school teacher and three pupils, injuring many more, during a school lesson. We learned so much about the war - we knew very little before actually visiting Sarajevo!

We treated ourselves to a trip back into the Old Town on a very crowded tram before visiting the city's brewery for a drink of the local Sarajevsko beer! There was a hilarious sign on the front door of the bar attached to the brewery that stated that Diners Club and American Express cards were welcome but that guns were not allowed (see photo below).

The rest of the afternoon was very relaxing - we wandered through the Old Town again and visited a traditional Bosnian cafe that served coffee and tea and specialty cakes just like they had in the "olden days"! The sun came out and it was a fantastic hot, sunny afternoon.

We had dinner at a lovely place down a side alley off the main Old Town drag of Ferhadija. We ate a selection of Bosnian delights on a platter, which included cheese and doughnut-type things on lettuce, some stuffed peppers, mince meat wrapped in cabbage, meat balls, potatoes and stuffed onions. The food was generally very cheap in Bosnia. We got an ince-cream for dessert on the way back to our hotel and we watched Spain beat Portugal 1-0 in the World Cup before getting an early night.




Bascarsija










Cobbled
streets of
the Old
Town







Megs on
Ferhadija








Orthodox
Cathedral











Bravadz-
iluk street
(food street)








Tim eating
his cevapi






Old
Town








Bascarsija







War Tunnel
Museum








Megs in the
tunnel










Franz Ferdinand
assassination
museum









Tim by
the river










Zlatna
Ribica
bar





Bravadz-
iluk street
by night






Pretty
Sarajevo
















Megs in
"Treasure
Alley"






Inside a
handcraft
shop






Megs in
the mosque




















Old Town
again






Megs with
our delicious
morning tea







No guns
allowed









Delicious
Sarajevsko
beer

Monday, July 5, 2010

Belgrade, Serbia

Saturday

On Saturday morning we flew out to Belgrade, the capital city of Serbia. Not the most popular tourist destination on the planet, but a fascinating place nonetheless. Serbia is a land-locked country located at the crossroads of central and south-eastern Europe, covering the central part of the Balkans.

After their settlement in the Balkans, Serbs formed a medieval kingdom that evolved into a Serbian Empire, which reached its peak in the 14th century. By the 16th century Serbian lands were conquered and occupied by Ottoman Turks. In the early 1800s, a Serbian revolution established the country as the region's first constitutional monarchy which subsequently expanded its territory. Decimated as a result of World War I, the country united with other South Slavic peoples into a Yugoslav state which would exist in several formations up until 2006, when Serbia once again became independent. Belgrade was the capital city of Yugoslavia before it broke up too. The official language is Serbian and more than 84% of Serbia's 7.5m population belongs to the Eastern Orthodox religion.

We arrived in Belgrade around midday and took a taxi into the city. Despite being very warm in the Balkans, there had been a few thunderstorms around the week prior to us arriving. It was fine and sunny when we arrived, but there was a touch of rain around later in the evening. We checked in to our hotel, the Hotel Prag, which was very nice (we think it was recently renovated, as it appeared very new and clean). Then we set off on a self-styled walking tour of the city centre.

Our first stop was the Trg Republike (Republic Square), one of the city's main public squares, and home to the National Museum, the National Theatre and a fine statue of a Serbian man on a horse. From the Trg Republike, we wandered down Knev Mihailova, a pedestrianised street full of shops, market stalls and loads of Serbs, most of whom were eating ice-creams. It was a lovely sunny afternoon, perfect for ice-cream eating, but we have never seen so many ice-cream stalls and people eating ice-creams in such a confined space! The street is one of the oldest and most famous landmarks in the city and it contains many famous old buildings constructed in the 1870s. Knev Mihailova runs right down into Kalemegdan.

Kalemegdan is a large park and fortress in the Stari Grad area, on top of a cliff that overlooks the Great War Island and the confluence of the Sava River into the Danube. The park was very pretty, with plenty of statues of famous Serbs, lovely flower gardens and trees and lots of market stalls selling all sorts of weird and wonderful things. We stopped and bought a souvenir bank note from the era of hyper-inflation in Yugoslavia in the mid-1990s. From October 1993 to January 1995, prices increased in Yugoslavia by 5 quadrillion per cent! We bought a 500 billion dinar bank note, which, of course, is no longer legal tender. Today, one British pound is worth around 125 Serbian dinar, which would mean that our bank note would be worth around £4 billion.

We wandered through the park and around the fortress walls up to the edge of the park, at the top of the cliff. From there, there are fabulous views down to the Danube and Sava rivers. There was a hilarious sign post warning us not to get too close to the edge of the cliff (see below). There was also a collection of military tanks and cannons and the like on display in the park, which was a little odd, but very relevant. Serbia has been involved in its fair share of wars in recent times. Serbian forces attacked Bosnia from 1992 to 1995 and then Belgrade was itself attacked by NATO forces in the late 1990s. There is a military museum in Kalemegdan, but we just viewed the outdoor section.

By mid-afternoon we were feeling a little peckish, so we headed from Kalemegdan to Belgrade's most famous cafe, the Cafe "?". The food was delicious - Tim had beef goulash with boiled potatoes and Megan had a "Serbian" salad and bread with cheese. Apparently, many years ago, new owners took charge and could not decide on a name for the cafe, so they hung a large question mark symbol on the wall outside behind the word "Cafe" and the name just stuck.

After lunch we wandered back through the shops of the Old Town - we were both surprised at how modern Belgrade was. We had half-expected it to still be very much in the mould of a Communist state, but for the most part, it was like a lot of other Central European cities. We passed back through the Trg Republike and, after a few wrong turns, we eventually found Skardaska, a lovely cobbled pedestrian street full of arty bars and restaurants. We walked down the peaceful street and popped into the Red Bar for a drink.

In the evening we went out for dinner to a fantastic little restaurant called Srpska Kafana. On the way there, we saw a man walking his pet rabbit down probably the busiest street in central Belgrade. No leash or anything like that...the man just walked along the footpath and the rabbit hopped along behind him, occasionally stopping to sniff around like a dog. Awesome.

Dinner was brilliant - the restaurant was a cosy little place with great artwork on the walls. We had a delicious bottle of Serbian red wine, called Car Lazar. Tim ate pork tenderloin and chips, Megan had chicken wrapped in bacon and we both had walnut pie drowned in honey for dessert. Very nice. Meat and potatoes are big in the Balkans, but they also seem to have amazing cakes and sweets.

Sunday

On Sunday morning, we were a little slow to get going, which was probably just as well, since it was a grey and drizzly start to the day. We had breakfast in the hotel, which was not too shabby at all and then we headed down to the main bus station to investigate our transport options to Sarajevo later that day. The bus station was an experience - it was like a time warp - we finally found the slice of 1970s Communist state we had hoped for. In saying that, we got fairly cheap bus tickets on a reasonably comfortable bus to Sarajevo. We had planned to get the 4pm bus, but we changed our minds and got the 1.15pm bus, as the rain had firmly set in by mid-morning and it was looking nasty in Belgrade.

So we walked in the rain up to St Sava Temple, Belgrade's most famous Orthodox temple. On the way, we passed a couple of buildings that looked like they had been hit by a bomb and then just left there. There was some serious damage (see photo below). St Sava's Temple was really impressive - on the outside at least. It has a pretty little fountain in front of it, making for good photo opportunities. The inside of the temple was being renovated, so it had been stripped bare.

However, the small chapel/baptistery off to the side of the main temple was open for action and it was beautiful inside. We were fascinated by the people worshipping in the temples - there are lots of different pictures of saints spread around the inside of the temples. Worshippers come in and cross themselves several times over in front of a picture of a saint and then kiss the picture and usually leave some cash in front of the picture too - like they are giving money directly to the saint?! They then move on to another picture in the temple and repeat the process.

We walked some more in the rain, which was getting heavier all the time, and picked up some supplies for the six-hour bus ride. The journey was actually pretty good - the time seemed to fly by, and apart from the odd person that reeked of BO, the trip was very comfortable. We read our travel guides, listened to our ipods, ate our snacks, had a bit of a sleep and followed the live text updates of Germany's massacre of England in the World Cup - which we enjoyed immensely. The scenery was stunning in parts too, particularly on the Bosnian side - it is such beautiful country.

We had an interesting experience at the border crossing into Bosnia. The bus stopped on the Serbian side and an armed officer came on board and collected up our passports, disappeared with them and re-appeared a few minutes later with our passports stamped, then the bus drove across a bridge and into the Bosnian border control, where the same thing happened. Although this time, Tim had to get off the bus and unlock our large suitcase which was in the baggage hold under the bus, so that the officer could rummage through it. We are not sure what he was looking for - stowaways, weapons, drugs...? He seemed very interested in the Montenegro travel guide in our suitcase, but then he grunted and indicated that Tim could close and lock the suitcase and re-board the bus. Just as well, we didn't fancy a night in a Bosnian prison...




Trg Republike
and National
Museum






Market
stall in
Kale-
megdan






Megan in
the park






Military
jibber jabber
in the park






Awesome








Danube and
Sava Rivers








Megs and an
interesting statue


















Cafe "?"








Fountain
on Knev
Mihailova






Skardaska









Megan and a
fine Serbian man










A very shorn
Tim with a beer
at Red Bar





Red Bar









Man walking
his pet
rabbit






Nice
building at
night





Not so nice
building - hit
by a bomb?






St Sava
Temple







Inside the
chapel




Sunday, June 20, 2010

Royal Ascot

On Saturday we dressed up in our number ones and took the train out to Ascot, in Berkshire (west of London) to attend the fifth and final day of the Royal Ascot race meeting. Royal Ascot is one of Europe’s most famous race meetings, and dates back to 1711 when it was founded by Queen Anne. Every year Royal Ascot is attended by the Queen and various members of the Royal Family. Apparently over 300,000 people visit the racecourse during Royal Ascot week (an average of 60,000 per day!!!), making this Europe’s best-attended race meeting.

There are three areas for guests at Royal Ascot – the Royal Enclosure, the Grand Stand Area and the Silver Ring Enclosure. The Royal Enclosure is the most prestigious area. This is where the Queen and Royal Family and other important/wealthy folk hang out. This area is by invitation only and the dress code is very strict – for ladies only a dress with hat or fascinator and for men only morning dress is acceptable. We were in the Grand Stand Area – still rather fancy and fairly formal in terms of dress code. Ladies are expected to wear a dress and, while hats/fascinators are optional, most wear them. Men must wear a shirt and tie, preferably with a suit or jacket. The Silver Ring is a far more casual outdoor area of grass further along from the Grand Stand, ideal for picnics and the like, where there is no dress code.

We arrived at Ascot around 11.30am and had a wander around the grounds behind the enormous Grand Stand. There is a lovely lawn area covered in tables and chairs and there are loads of stalls selling food and alcohol around the edges. Next to the lawn behind the Grand Stand is the Parade Ring, where the winning horses stand after the race while the owners, trainers and jockeys are presented with shiny trophies!

After exploring, we sheltered from the cold wind inside the Grand Stand and had a drink, while we perused the very handy race book and made some choices of which horses we would bet on. Then we ventured outside again to the lawn area and had a delicious hog roast roll for lunch! We were very impressed with how amazing everyone looked – everyone in our area was so dressed up and it really did look great.

Before the racing got under way, a military band performed in the Parade Ring, playing quite a few modern catchy numbers, which was followed by the Royal Procession. The Queen and other members of the Royal Family entered the racecourse in horse-drawn carriages and did a lap of the race track before riding in to the Parade Ring for a lap of that. As they pass the front side of the Grand Stand on the race track, the National Anthem plays and the Royal Standard (the Queen’s flag) is raised. All very proper and ceremonial!

We had got in early and had prime positions at the top of the viewing area, so we had great views of the Queen and co riding around the Parade Ring, and then as she got out and shook hands with various people before disappearing up to the exclusive Royal Enclosure. Aside from the Queen, Prince Phillip and Princesses Beatrice and Eugenie were also in attendance (see photos below).

The first race did not bring much luck for us, but we were winners for the next three races after that. Not big winners, but winners nonetheless. We even correctly picked an “Exacta”, which is similar to a quinella for us normal folk in New Zealand, but for an Exacta, you need to pick the first two horses in the correct order. It helped that the winner was a raging hot favourite! Overall for the day we each lost about £6, so it was cheap entertainment!

It was also exciting watching the winning owners, trainers and jockeys receiving their trophies after each race, as the first three races’ trophies were presented by Princess Beatrice, then former World Number 1 tennis player, Martina Hingis, and then the Queen herself.

There were six races in total and by the time the last two races rolled around, many of the well dressed guests were starting to stumble and stagger and suddenly it looked very wrong. Legless drunk in a pretty dress and hat is still legless drunk… It was also very cold, as the icy wind ripped through the racecourse. We had another win on the final race of the day and then we managed to make a quick escape and got seats on the first train back to London – bonus! We had a fantastic day out and we are so glad we went. Melbourne Cup aside, it was probably the best day of racing you can get!

Tim by
Parade
Ring






And Megan,
very niiice









Statue of a
horse's head...









Queen
Anne
Lawn






In the
Grand
Stand






Lunch
time

















Military
band






Crowd
at Parade
Ring






Hats
galore







The Queen's
carriage








Queen in the
Parade Ring






The Queen
and Prince
Phillip








And again









Princesses
Eugenie and
Beatrice







Watching
the first
race





Get in...








Princess
Beatrice
presenting
trophy





Martina
Hingis







Megs with
a winning
ticket