Category: travel
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Trip Log 5: East Bound
The area around Lake Mývatn had offered several sites, and so Josh and I hung out with a pair of Canadians, Karen and Brian to check out Dimmuborgir and Höfði. Dimmuborgir is the remnants of a violent eruption a couple of millennia ago. And all that remains are these ruinous structures. After the Canadians had…
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Trip Log 4: The North
The Museum of Icelandic Witchcraft and Sorcery was interesting and something I will address in further detail later. Afterwards, Josh and I rode up to Hotel Laugarhóll, a farm hotel, with as it would happen also featured the Sorceror’s Cottage. The cottage is a replica medieval cottage, made from driftwood, mud brick and a turf…
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Trip Log 3: Snæfellsnes & the Vestfirðir
Okay, so the road trip has started off a bit crazy. Josh and I travelled through Snæfellsnes and the Vestfirðir areas. So far we have had to face rained-out gravel roads with a pockmarked lunar surface, driving through a highway that was under construction, picking up hitchhikers with destinations we couldn’t find on the map.…
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Trip Interlude
I’m going to take a moment to talk about my friend Josh, who is travelling with me through Iceland. He is also the person that ran around organising most, if not all of this trip. And I’m grateful for that. Josh has spent the better part of two years working out of Amsterdam, on graphic…
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Trip Log 2: Reykjavík
I have decided to keep these posts short out of necessity. I really don’t have much time. Anyway, there was some dramas getting to Reykjavík, but the end of the day, my current travelling buddy, Josh and I made it into Iceland. So it’s two years of waiting and planning finally bearing fruit. We also…
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Trip Log 1: Amsterdam
Here are a few photos of my day and a bit in Amsterdam before continuing my journey north. Amsterdam is filled with cyclists as most of the city and surround towns sit on dead flat flood plain. It’s an old place of business that continues to be busy day in and day out. I checked…
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Radelaide
To paraphrase from Transmetropolitan, to understand a city, you have to get it beneath your feet. Adelaide has a distinct air of being the forgotten city. Truth be told, I know very little about it, past or present. So I went for a walk from my hotel into the inner city. I suppose after about…
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San Diego
I learned that San Diego had trams – trolleys – when I was figuring out how to get to my hotel. And a town that has this mode of transport can’t be all bad. We were staying in a hotel on the northern fringes of the Gaslamp Quarter – the part of San Diego that…
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Venice Beach
The sun is punishing to me. But not to the natives of Venice, California. Almost everyone is bronzed and coppered, walking up and down the boardwalk past market stalls and tattoo parlours and head-shops. Two such lotus-eaters in ganja-green medical smocks offer us to sign up for medical cards today. Its a weird idyll. Look…
The Screaming Wall 