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…
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…
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…
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…
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,…
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. …
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…
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…
Good Morning Milos Instagrammers make everything The Top. In a cheap and self-serving attempt to miraculously enhance my influencer status, we decided to do the Instagram-Tik-Tok-Facebook-My Space (!) Top Three Beaches on Milos. Our day started early. The cock crows…
Monday morning. 24 degrees. Or 27. Something hot. We were out of the hotel early, 6:40 a.m. or so, and the airport was HOPPING. Crazy busy. We navigated through check-in, then fast track security, then duty free (Schengen zone duty…