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Index of travel tag [opendna project]
Merry Xmas from Palm Springs, California

Sure, this little desert adventure includes long car rides at high speed in the middle of the night (what road trip doesn’t?) but the week’s been more PG than Gonzo, and generally unfit for a rant of angst and confusion. The big deal is chill time with family. This trip […]

A Composite Day, 01/2006

Obviously, I’ve been too quiet for too long. A dear friend called recently to check that I was ok. It seems I’ve been falling behind in my correspondence of late. I’m shamed, and will do what I can to catch you all up with a composite day. I was awake […]

On the Beach in Hoek van Holland

I sit on a white sand beach in Hoek van Holland, my toes in the sand as the sun burns off the morning fog. It’s early afternoon and a warm breeze dances with the grasses while crows walk pick at seaweed and white birds highgrad the tide pools. Tugs and […]

Dead Tired in York

Something happened this morning, and I’m tired. I’m going to sit down in York for the weekend. It’s a lovely city by the way: Small, walkable, energentic, creative, attractive. Everything I’d look for, though it may be a bit too affluent/yuppie for my specific taste (but I could be pursuaded). […]

The Sun Shines in Glasgow

I got into Glasgow from the Isle of Skye last night. The sun is shining on me again. It’s a little jarring to be back in a city after the island life of the last couple weeks. Below the fold is a July picture from a turkish bath (“hamam”). What […]

Orkney to Shetland

It’s 1pm on a Sunday and before me sits a sniff of Highland Park Scotch and a cup of instant coffee. I’m in a Kirkwall pub called ‘Auto Hoose’, frequented by Westray folk. The rowdies are warmed up and moving into 3rd gear but my gut is tender. I’ve been […]

Oh Lord, I’m Stuck in Kirkwall Again

I’m still in Orkney. Kirkwall, actually. Orkney Islanders populated the area of Canada known as Arcadia, were chased out because of some concerns about their loyalty, and moved to French Louisiana where they are known as Cajuns. Things went a little sideways last night so I’m in a rough shape, […]

Kirkwall, Orkney

I’m in Kirkwall on the main island of the Orkneys, off the north coast of Scotland. It’s a windswept isle of stone age settlements, peace and quiet. The people are gentle, the fisherman are crazy and there is a sense of a deeper spiritual connection to the land; the weather […]

The Sheep Are Watching Me

All the sheep are looking at me. They communicate. Every last one is paying attention (maybe pretending not to). They line up and stagger and shield each other, so all can see and important ones are protected from the threat I may pose. Then the sick one is brought to […]

To Hamnavoe (Orkney)

A shark surfaced in Scrabster Bay, reminding us of the vital sealife of the isles. On the passage to Stromeness I saw Johnathan Livingston Seagull surfing the updrafts from the wake of the ferry. Past the western cliffs of Hoy and the Old Man of Hoy into at little bay. […]

By Request: Pictures

I’ ve got a few CDs worth of pictures. These are some that — on quick glance — looked representative or should be emailed to the subjects. See below the fold. BEWARE: This post contains 43 pictures and will take some time to load. It should not be attempted with […]

August 2: Back From Turkey

I’m back in London after a month in Turkey with the family. Nice relaxing (kinda) time in the sun and swimming in warm Mediterranean waters. Went thru the interior poppy farming areas with women in headscarfs and ancient cities, hit up Istanbul. Kababs, Raki, 5000 year old cave dwellings, resort […]

London vs Turkey

Ï’m safely ïn Turkey wïth ïts natïonalïst keyboards, great weather, excellent food and warm crytal water. ï was ïn Gallïpolï last nïght and am just north of Ïzmïr tonight. Far, far, FAR from the London chaos and US Code Orange. Watch yourselves, Ïm fïne.

Paris-Compton (London)

I’m fine. Somehow I didn’t figure out that any call (while roaming) would use minutes. In the UK it’s only calling out that you have to pay for: Which might explain why it’s so cheap for calling cards home here vs there. Anyway. All’s fine. I’m in a London hostel […]