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I Wanna Be a Travel Writer – Feb. 3, Guts
Feb. 3 – Guts Writing takes guts. I suppose that the one thing that has always kept me from writing more often is a lack of "Nike" spirit. A writer writes, they say, and I believe it. I just haven’t done it. Enough anyway. Every once in a while I’ve gotten a fresh new attitude
Exploring a Bay of Plenty (1 of 2)
Eight Days of Madness: Cradle Mountain to Lake St Clair (2 of 3)
That night we camped at an area below Mt Oakley and spent the night keeping the (very huge) possums out of our luggage and tent – little buggers kept wanting to rip the tent apart to get at the rations so we had to keep flashing lights at them during the night. The overland track
Eight Days of Madness: Cradle Mountain to Lake St Clair (1 of 3)
Den Norge (7 of 8)
Trondheim Again I went back to the University in Trondheim for another night. I spent the day walking around town and trying to find their famous bicycle lift. I was very confused on just what this thing was. People kept telling me that it was a sort of elevator to take bicycles up a really
Den Norge (6 of 8)
Johnny Cash in Norway On the way back, we pulled into shore to come to an old abandoned village that had only about four or five wind blown buildings still standing. While the tourists peered through windows and ate a packed lunch, I examined old stoves and carts parked among the fallen foundations. The captain’s
Den Norge (5 of 8)
The Power of a Sunset I went for a short walk with a very nice Spaniard that I had met at the previous hostel. We took pictures of the landscape and basked in the chilly Arctic air. We went our separate ways as we both wanted to be alone for a while. Then, I came
Den Norge (3 of 8)
The Night Train I took the night train to Oslo that night. At first, I was very happy. I got on the train and found a car with a lot of gorgeous Scandinavian men in it. Two of the men sat drinking out of a large bottle of liquor. They were were actually quite handsome
Den Norge (2 of 8)
Sure enough, he invited me to stay at his place. I told him straight away that I didn’t think that he ought to be looking at me as a romantic possibility for many reasons. I knew that he was upset and was looking for someone to hold him. But, I wasn’t really willing to be
Christchurch, New Zealand – February 2001
A Weekend in Stockholm (2 of 2)
On Anna-Christine’s recommendation, I spent Saturday evening at Stampen, a jazz club in Gamla Stan. The club was built like a rabbit warren on two floors of an 18th century building. It had two stages, one on each floor. The upstairs band played real I-know-jazz kind of jazz, while the downstairs bar had a dance
A Weekend in Stockholm (1 of 2)
Before leaving for Scandinavia, I tried to gauge opinion on Sweden by asking some friends to name a few things Swedish. I quote verbatim: Blondes, au pairs, blonde au pairs, ABBA, Ikea and Volvos. (Please note: This survey was carried out prior to the appointment of whatshisname, the England football manager.) Having been to Stockholm
Victoria, BC Canada – Accommodation: Mozart House B&B
The composer, Mozart, produced elegant and beautiful music. The Mozart House B&B, built in 1923, is an elegant and romantic place that produces a sense of well being and luxury for its guests.
Thailand: Lessons on a Bus (1 of 2)
Ruaha National Park, Tanzania
This isolated and little explored park is Tanzania’s second largest National Park. Infested by the biting Tsetse fly, this huge area of woodland and grassland has remained undisturbed by man and his cattle and has remained virtually unchanged through centuries.
Okavango Detour (1 of 3)
Millennium in the Copper Canyon (3 of 3)
Millennium in the Copper Canyon (2 of 3)
Millennium in the Copper Canyon (1 of 3)
Love & Loneliness in Auckland (2 of 2)
By now it was late afternoon. Darkness was descending on the grey skies of Auckland, and having had no breakfast or no dinner the previous night I was entering advanced stages of starvation. I couldn’t leave the room though, not without him; I had to see what was going to happen.
It Doesn’t Matter Which Road You Take #5
Episode Five: Scotland Jack the Ripper, Eva Braun and Frightened Sheep We catch the train in York to go up to Inverness. We have a seven hour train ride ahead of us and I can’t wait to get a good look at the English and Scottish countryside.