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...I do not travel to go somewhere. I travel to go.
I travel for travel's sake.
-Robert Louis Stevenson
Friday, July 6, 2012
Thursday, June 28, 2012
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One of the aims in travelling around is to see, if not somewhat appreciate, how other peoples live and socialize and work and simply 'make do' with the resources at their disposal.
Outside of America, nations go mad for soccer. There must be about three or four international "football" championships in a season! Currently playing out is the blandly titled Euro 2012. I'd rather watch coverage of Wimbledon but being the lone American in the hostel you can guess which sport gets time on the communal television.
England lost earlier this week as did Portugal and tonight is Italy versus Germany which usually I still wouldn't care one way or another...
but with such motivation as these I can certainly feign an interest.
Wouldn't want to be an ugly American, now would I?
One of the aims in travelling around is to see, if not somewhat appreciate, how other peoples live and socialize and work and simply 'make do' with the resources at their disposal.
Outside of America, nations go mad for soccer. There must be about three or four international "football" championships in a season! Currently playing out is the blandly titled Euro 2012. I'd rather watch coverage of Wimbledon but being the lone American in the hostel you can guess which sport gets time on the communal television.
England lost earlier this week as did Portugal and tonight is Italy versus Germany which usually I still wouldn't care one way or another...
Go Italy! Go Germany!
but with such motivation as these I can certainly feign an interest.
Wouldn't want to be an ugly American, now would I?
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
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Being in Scotland has its funny points of which includes the language...or, rather, communicating with Scottish speakers:
At the hostel bar I ordered the bourbon special. Bartender presents me with a single bourbon - Four Roses - and a cup of coffee. "What's this?" I asked. "A bourbon and espresso," he answered. "No," I smiled, "I asked for the bourbon special," pointing at the sign behind the bar. "Bourbon + mixer!"
"Oh!" he said. "Well...guess I'll just drink that," referring to the espresso.
Being in Scotland has its funny points of which includes the language...or, rather, communicating with Scottish speakers:
At the hostel bar I ordered the bourbon special. Bartender presents me with a single bourbon - Four Roses - and a cup of coffee. "What's this?" I asked. "A bourbon and espresso," he answered. "No," I smiled, "I asked for the bourbon special," pointing at the sign behind the bar. "Bourbon + mixer!"
"Oh!" he said. "Well...guess I'll just drink that," referring to the espresso.
Friday, June 1, 2012
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Monday was the end of the gloriously hot weather that bathed Edinburgh. And I'm glad I took advantage of it. I awoke with a stirring to walk up Arthur's Seat...a brisk mini hike for a spot of exercise. Some folks were running - health freaks - but that's not my bag. So I packed a small lunch of bacon sandwich, fruit and water and headed on up!
After reaching the top I was surprised to realize I'd been there before -- only I ascended from the other side of the hill! Yes, Arthur's Seat is plenty vast and big. Satisfied I headed down, found a quiet spot and sat on a rock to lunch whilst reading a section of news magazine. Sweet.
Monday was the end of the gloriously hot weather that bathed Edinburgh. And I'm glad I took advantage of it. I awoke with a stirring to walk up Arthur's Seat...a brisk mini hike for a spot of exercise. Some folks were running - health freaks - but that's not my bag. So I packed a small lunch of bacon sandwich, fruit and water and headed on up!
After reaching the top I was surprised to realize I'd been there before -- only I ascended from the other side of the hill! Yes, Arthur's Seat is plenty vast and big. Satisfied I headed down, found a quiet spot and sat on a rock to lunch whilst reading a section of news magazine. Sweet.
the peak I aimed to reach. and did.
from the bottom heading up
and these magnificent views from the top!
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
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Edinburgh actually has a beach town. It's called Portobello (Beach). And as last week was super sunny and warm the natives were plenty restless to get sunburned. There was lobster skin and freckles aplenty!
I had thought to go to the Museum of Scotland but, on second thought, took a bus out to the beach. It wasn't hot enough for me to venture into the water - yes the weather was beautiful hot but not that hot! - so I gladly strolled barefoot on the sand.
Edinburgh actually has a beach town. It's called Portobello (Beach). And as last week was super sunny and warm the natives were plenty restless to get sunburned. There was lobster skin and freckles aplenty!
I had thought to go to the Museum of Scotland but, on second thought, took a bus out to the beach. It wasn't hot enough for me to venture into the water - yes the weather was beautiful hot but not that hot! - so I gladly strolled barefoot on the sand.
Thursday, May 24, 2012
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As I strolled to Princes Street yesterday I bumped into the Archbishop of Canterbury. I instantly recognized him by his white, bushy eyebrows! "Well hello there," I greeted. "You're the man from Canterbury" as I was momentarily confused as to his actual title; but, no, it was he, Dr Rowan Williams and, for your information, he was without a crowd or entourage. We shook hands - like civil people do - and proceeded on our merry ways
www.archbishopofcanterbury.org
As I strolled to Princes Street yesterday I bumped into the Archbishop of Canterbury. I instantly recognized him by his white, bushy eyebrows! "Well hello there," I greeted. "You're the man from Canterbury" as I was momentarily confused as to his actual title; but, no, it was he, Dr Rowan Williams and, for your information, he was without a crowd or entourage. We shook hands - like civil people do - and proceeded on our merry ways
www.archbishopofcanterbury.org
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