Monday, March 9, 2009

Orient Express Adventure ~ Bloggy Style

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While the children and I were enjoying a lovely Saturday morning in the drawing room, I received a post from Madame Muse Swings inviting me to go on holiday with her on the new luxury express train... The Orient Express! She said all our friends will be there, we must go Dahling!

I secured my passage and set about packing my trunks. Oh what to wear?
When I arrived in Paris, I could feel the excitement in the air and... someone following me.
Before leaving for the train station, I went shopping and chose a few gifts for my dear friends who were joining us on our journey. It was a lovely surprise when I met several of the other passengers purchasing a few things too. We agreed to wait upon each other and arrive together.

We paraded ourselves in our new gowns until 2:00 pm and arms fully loaded with more boxes. We caught the train and left Paris about 3:00 pm. From there on I got no rest, I walked about the train and visited with everyone until it was time for tea.
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"And then there had come this Belgian stranger - all the way from England."You have saved us, mon cher", said the General emotionally."

I immediately rang my steward, Jean Michael, and told the dahling that I must have some tea and sandwiches.
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"Mary Debenham had had little sleep since she left Baghdad on the preceding Thursday. Two men below her window were talking French. One was a French officer, the other was a little man with enormous moustaches."

"You have not dined well. The skewers are of better quality than the kebab. The bottle is more distinguished than its wine. And the coffee."

After my little nibble, I set about to locate my friends. Perhaps they were in the dining car?
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"'When [Ratchett] passed me in the restaurant ... I had a curious impression. It was as though a wild animal ... had passed me by ... The body - the cage - is everything of the most respectable - but through the bars, the wild animal looks out ... I could not rid my-self of the impression that evil had passed me by very close."

I could have sworn I just saw Madame Christie sitting here a moment ago? Oddly, she left her writing tools behind... some writing paper, a ivory cased pen and a box of chocolates.

Ah yes, here they are my friends! They've just ordered hors d'oeuvres and champagne!

Oh Jean Michael! Could you open a bottle for the ladies and I?
Madame Sassy Lass recommended the Beef Bourguignonne! Oh dahling, it's divine!

When we finished we went to the lounge for a little game of cards.
"You'd better go catch upon your sleep before the Belgian gentleman gets back to your compartment." "Would you forgive us if we went back to the compartment, Mrs. Hubbard? Gladly, if you must. If you need aspirin, I always carry it on my person. I mistrust foreign drugs."

Oh Jean Michael, could you light my heater for me please?


Oh isn't Jean Michael such a sweet steward, he left a little surprise for me when I returned to my cabin...
Ah, yes a cup of tea, a good book and the rocking of the train to lull' me to sleep. Oh Jean Michael, could you fluff my pillow? Perhaps fetch my slippers too?
"Good night, Mr. Ratchett. Good night, Hector. Ce n'est rien. C'etait un cauchemar. Bien, Mr. Ratchett. May you now have pleasant dreams."
I've enjoyed this trip on the luxury Orient Express and I look forward to visiting all of you who have joined us on the adventure!
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"Better than the hotel? I shall probably keep the menu as a souvenir."
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*** All quote excepts are from the book, Murder on the Orient Express" ***
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30 Cha Cha Bloggers left a comment:

Marie Reed March 9, 2009 at 5:42 AM  

Shhhhhhh! Hercule is guarding a few gems for Sparky... What's the game plan? Shall I seduce the little bushy mustached detective? I'll have him wrapped around my finger in no time. I want that emerald cross!

Marie Reed March 9, 2009 at 5:49 AM  

Jean Michel has a wide eyed lunatic expression on his face. I like that in a man. I think that he can be trusted as an accomplice !

Sparky ♥ ∞ March 9, 2009 at 6:02 AM  

Ewww ... I'm keeping my eye on your Marie! You little rascal. [giggle] I knew the Emerald Cross would be a big hit. :o)
Lovely post. I felt like I was there! ♥ ∞

Tea Time With Melody March 9, 2009 at 7:09 AM  

Maybe I brushed up against Ms. Christie and she is the reason for my adventure! Who was this mysterious "J"

Tea Time With Melody March 9, 2009 at 7:09 AM  

Maybe I brushed up against Ms. Christie and she is the reason for my adventure! Who was this mysterious "J"

MuseSwings March 9, 2009 at 7:11 AM  

A wild animal is on the train????? Mercy boo-coo. How's my French? We are waiting for just a few more passengers and then we are on our way. Let me help you with those bags..What lovely gifts, Dahlink! Let's dash off and have tea in the Pullman car and watch the other passengers board.

Linda March 9, 2009 at 7:18 AM  

BEAUTIFUL!!--

{The following is all in jest}

psst..I have it on good authority, Sparky the Spark is on a diobolical (sp) plan to rid me..you gotta watch that one, she is tricky. (ROFL)

Sparky ♥ ∞ March 9, 2009 at 7:21 AM  

Lies! Lies I tells ya! I was just gonna 'rid a' of some jewels.
Dang it somebody blabbed.
ROFLOL ♥ ∞

Poetikat March 9, 2009 at 8:00 AM  

Oh, dear Janeen - if you find the rest of you have lost me for a spell, I'll be in my room (grappling with my OCD) and trying to work out how to make that towel-bunny!

Lovely packing cases you have there. I'm so envious.

Thank you for a wonderful peek at the Orient Express - in the pages of Christie and the the pages of history.

(Dibs on that waiter!)

Kat

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? March 9, 2009 at 8:03 AM  

Omg, the mystery is growing thick.
We are all suspects of a murder,
Janeen! How could this happen on a day we were to travel with fellow compatriots and enjoy the lush cuisine and breathtaking views.

I've found the dapper Mr. Ian Fleming in the dining cart ready to come to Mr. Poirot's assistance. Perhaps he'll also contact James Bond to help!

Lavinia March 9, 2009 at 9:28 AM  

Janeen you've outdone yourself and that's no mean feat. The trip of a lifetime, all in luxury and style! And what style! Everything is so exquisite including your steward!!!

Marie Reed March 9, 2009 at 9:40 AM  

Muse and Sparky are starting to get the hang of French too! Musey just told me that her kangaroo cooks linoleum but I know that she meant pass the salt!

Bibi March 9, 2009 at 9:52 AM  

Bibi is pleased to see that she is allowed, as a little chic dog, to board the Orient Express. She has her eyes on that white bunny....

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? March 9, 2009 at 10:26 AM  

Now how did that gem just happen to fall on your lap, prey tell?!
Be careful who is watching. Mr. Poirot is inestigating us. We're all suspect to murder!

Debby March 9, 2009 at 12:18 PM  

The fact that Lavinia has been suspiciously quiet makes me suspicious.

Margaret Ann March 9, 2009 at 12:24 PM  

Simply fascinating...What great photos and quotes! :)

soulbrush March 9, 2009 at 12:35 PM  

senita is crying in her bedroom and won't come out, joe is as drunk as a skunk and the quads are crying...help......

Linda March 9, 2009 at 12:38 PM  

psst..I have since updated my blog. Please go look. SPARKY the SPARK IS INNOCENT!! (not sure about the murder part,but of the jewel thief part she is, lol.)

Lavinia March 9, 2009 at 12:48 PM  

Debby! Hear me roar!

Lyn March 9, 2009 at 2:01 PM  

Madame Christie? Do you think she made all of this up, even moi?
Just when I'm getting used to the luxury!! Oh, the jewels, oh, the champagne, oh, James!!!

Sparky ♥ ∞ March 9, 2009 at 2:06 PM  

I'm here for the afternoon tea / coffee. Where's the body? I heard there was a murder, a Murder Most Foul. 'Twasn't me! I was bound and gagged from the jewelry heist so I took a much needed nap. [lol] ♥ ∞

Sparky ♥ ∞ March 9, 2009 at 2:19 PM  

Seeeee ... I was innocent of the jewel heist. I was napping during a foiled 'kidnapping'. ha ha

What's this I hear about a dead body? ♥ ∞

Tea Time With Melody March 9, 2009 at 2:57 PM  

Lyn needs to stay away from my James. And the Champagne. Janeen I could kill you for waking me up!!!!

MuseSwings March 9, 2009 at 5:39 PM  

James? James is escorting me to dinner. At least that's what he said before he disappeard for the ENTIRE afternoon.

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? March 9, 2009 at 6:09 PM  

Janeen, that oh so lavish bed is beckoning, but before I go to sleep, I would like to thank you for helping make out adventure on the Orient Express so memorable!
Only problem is the murderer is still at large, unless it is the coffin which kind of slid off the train. A mystery I hope Mssr. Poirot will be up solving!
Good night, Janeen, and keep the lights on! :))

Lavinia March 9, 2009 at 7:33 PM  

Janeen, thanks so much for joining me for a nightcap. What an elegant setting we enjoyed as we sipped our drinks and watched the scenery go by.....

So happy to be travelling with you!

steviewren March 9, 2009 at 8:55 PM  

Janeen, it was a lovely trip wasn't it? The scenery was breathtaking. The food was of the highest caliber. And the company was superb!

Thanks for your praise of Monseiur Poirot's journal page. I happen to have a copy of it and would love to send you a commemorative postcard copy if you will email me your address.

Nihal March 10, 2009 at 7:45 AM  

Hi Janeen,
Oh my gosh! Fascinating, and I'm speechless, what a magic story:)

Yes Yes Yes, my passport is always ready before I'm getting ready:)
Food, yes divine, and the bedroom,... as I liked:) Afternoon tea and our talking hours were the most memorable lines from this nostalgic mystique journey. I bet stopping by final station in Istanbul will be more adventurer especially when staying in legendary Pera Palace Hotel:)

Gill - That British Woman March 11, 2009 at 10:08 AM  

Hi there,

you have won the Oppsey draw and your house is the next destination of her travels. Do you still have my email address? If not could you leave me a comment, I won't publish it, with your comment in it.

Thanks,

Gill

KARNA March 11, 2009 at 9:47 PM  

Janeen, loved your pictures and I had fun on the train! instead of my business in Instanbul, I sent ahead Mr. Honore to handle. That fabulous waiter and I returned to my chateau. Enough said. :)