(Not so sure I managed to sneak in extra cups of veggies on holiday, but I tried my best!)
My camera’s autofocus broke down at the worst moment: just as I was getting ready to leave on a one-week holiday, it started to make an awful noise every time I tried to take a macro shot. To put it mildly, this sucked big fuzzy monkey balls.
Monkey body parts aside, I managed to take numerous lovely panorama shots and even a few pictures of food I ate whilst on holiday, but it’s a bit all over the place, I’m afraid. Nevertheless, I have a few tips for all you vegans worrying about what to eat abroad.
At The Aeroport:
I left via Heathrow, an aeroport I know pretty well. I wasn’t particularly hungry in the afternoon, before my flight–maybe because of the copious amounts of whiskey chocolate I’d tried in one of the stores–so I settled for a revitalising smoothie at Cafe Giraffe. The rest of the menu had me mouthwatering, though; I think next time I’ll go to the aeroport extra early just to enjoy a veggie burger at Cafe Giraffe. My Hippy Hippy Shake (no picture, sorry! Damn autofocus) consisted of pineapple, passion fruit, banana, mango and pomegranate juice.
Yum yum in my tum tum. Truer words were never spoken.
During The Flight:
I passed on the cheese sandwich but couldn’t resist the square of Swiss chocolate I was offered (thank you Swiss Air!). Instead of the sandwich I ate one of my 9 Bars (original).
There was plenty of food for me to eat during the week I was on holiday. Bulgur, quinoa, pasta and bread paired with heaps of vegetables were on the menu every day. Soup was canned, so yes, there were traces of dairy products, but in very small quantities, so I didn’t nit-pick about that (no need to make vegans unpopular now, is there). I had my Alpen porridge with hot water, soya milk and sliced banana every morning, and usually apples for snacks. I drank herbal tea by the bucket.
I made a lovely vegetable pie with ready-made pie crust. Broccoli, mushrooms, onions and courgettes. Everyone loved it.
We ate out in a lovely little restaurant (“Le Vieux Mazot” in Évolène, a bucolic village in the Alps of Switzerland) where I enjoyed my very first rösti with a bowl of solid vegetable soup. I asked for plain rösti and was not disappointed: it was a hearty meal, perfect in its simplicity; definitely something I must try at home.
The Return Journey:
I had a gruesomely early start (4.45 am–yikes), but somehow I was immediately hungry. I had a banana before leaving the chalet, then a 9 Bar an hour later on the train, and another two hours later I got a cappuccino at the aeroport and mixed in my porridge to eat before I got on the plane. And then I had a Swiss chocolate. Swiss Air, you’re growing on me with every chocolate you give me.
It’s not always easy to be 100% vegan on holiday, especially if you’re going somewhere you’ve never been, but it’s far from impossible. Remember that there are vegetarian menus in almost every establishment, and you can always ask the chef to leave out any cheese or cream that may be served with the dish. And if, like me, you’re staying in self-service accommodation, you can always provide for yourself. See it as a challenge, rather than a problem, and enjoy the ride!
I end this post with a few lovely shots from the mountains. I’d never gone so high into the mountains before (2000m! Breathtaking. Literally breathtaking: there’s less oxygen this high, and being from the Low Lands, well, you can just imagine me huffing and puffing like a granny) so I was snapping pictures every few seconds. It is so much more beautiful in real life, so if you ever get the chance, go to the Alps. The quiet and the untouched nature are a treasure of this world.
I love this teapot. That is all.