"I didn’t know I was this geeky until I discovered the online world through my office’s 2400 baud modem back in ’93." Tag Archives for Travel
Copenhagen by night
A set of photos taken on my first day in Denmark. A pro would cull these down to 3 shots, but that would take too much time so there’s 34 in all. Scandinavian Christmas decorations aren’t permeated by the American … Continue reading
New York Diary
Within minutes of going through customs (all those questions make me nervous!) I had hooked up with my travelling companion at Newark Liberty International Airport Train Station. A name longer than its actual size warranted. We had landed almost simultaneously, … Continue reading
Dog’s dinner
Hungry before going into the Stade de France in Paris, I stopped at one of the many, many food stands outside the stadium. They all looked the same and served the same food, none of it very healthy: French bread … Continue reading
City of Light, my arse
Last night it took me about four hours to book a hotel in Paris near the Stade de France where U2 will be playing in July. It was incredibly frustrating to try to find out the simplest things about a … Continue reading
Travel diary: Cassis – Marseille – Nice – Amsterdam
Sunday 8/8 Cassis I wake up with shoulder- and headache/migraine. It’s a bad one. I make for Cassis (an easy 45 minute trip by bus) regardless and regret it, because the pain doesn’t let up and the hot sun and … Continue reading
La la la London
Had I mentioned the London trip? Originally booked to see the man do Nino Rota at the Barbican, unfortunately he’s had to pull out due to those partners in crime: ‘circumstances’ & ‘beyond our control‘. As it’s the first time … Continue reading
Travel Bug
People have been asking me a lot of questions. What am I going to do. Have I got a new job yet? But the question asked the most is ‘Are you going to Ireland?’ As if that’s all I do, … Continue reading
Crouching child, hidden reptile
SomeTHING writes about a snake and HydraG talks about a mouse. I have my own snake story. My parents and I went camping in France almost every year of my life with them, mostly sticking to the least luxurious camping … Continue reading
In Glencolmcille (III)
(part I) (part II) Seamus is a big elderly American of Irish descent. He is in level 2. Of course he takes the car to drive around the corner to go shopping. On the third day he has a puncture. … Continue reading
In Glencolmcille (II)
(part I) In the local pub, Biddy’s, the drinks are poured by an elderly bartender. His arms look like they have been broken and wrongly set, stiff and twisted. Here we meet the other students. A lot of attention goes … Continue reading
