Two Days Alpha Minus
Early Friday morning we left our hotel for the airport. So long Edinburgh Native hotel We had planed two days in Dublin, starting with a short morning flight from Edinburgh. And wouldn’t you know it, the sun came out. Sun…
Sunshine on Leith
Seriously: The sun came out. I mean not for long, not all day, but still. No wonder it inspired The Proclaimers. We decided to make it a non-museum get our steps in final day in Edinburgh; we walked the Waters…
Broken Owl & Wall of Gingers
It drizzled, then it rained, then it pounded; it was June, it was Scotland. It baffled me that thousands of tourists, post-C19, had wilfully chosen Edinburgh for a vacation this summer. But they had, us among them. Not a…
Gardyloo
Despite the two hour time change, we both got a good sleep. We woke up to Edinburgh summer: Freezing. The sun was poking out but the wind was swift and unrelenting. Our efficiency suite has a small bedroom, but nicely…
So Long Swish Chalet
We parted ways with how the other half live and rejoined our tribe: In economy class, sardined inside funnel tubes that aren’t far removed from the Central Services supply ducts of Gilliam’s Brazil. From the seashore looking up, from…
A Finished End
Stephen discovered a Milos travel guide on his iPad. On our last day! Some good that does us. Interesting to note, I guess, that the island has been inhabited from around 2300 BC. After yet another top-heavy breakfast we went…
Like a Circle in a Spiral, Like a Wheel Within a Wheel
So it was like that, you know? Just Dusty (geddit?!). Windy, fiercely windy, a lot of dust. And then it all died off and turned ambient and Conrad Hall caught the setting rays like in Day of the Locust. (So,…
Jim Goes in for a Closer Look
Anyone remember Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom? Marlin Perkins stayed well back and would say things like “watch Jim as he approaches that lion.” And Jim Fowler would do something theoretically dangerous. Today I could have taken Marlin’s job. …
Fava Beans and the Meltemi Wind
It was Thursday. On a Greek Island. So we went to a beach. We started at Papafragas, a rock beach eroded by time and surf into caves, arches, and eerie outcrops. It’s virtually an Instagram outpost, and if you don’t…
It Hardly Abstains Five Meters from the Beach
Our plush luxe digs are owned by a local family who have “rooms” geared for locals immediately next door. Instead of advertising them “on the beach” they note each “hardly abstains so much as five meters.” Oh to abstain so…