Posts Tagged ‘travel’

Westward, yo!

In Off-Topic, Travel on February 16, 2013 at 12:19 pm

Howdy everyone and happy weekend!

First, please allow me to apologize for my absence. But  (as is generally the case with my disappearances from the interweb) my excuse is that I emerged, instead, in the actual world.

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I’ve been on vacation in the great state of California with my amazing girlfriend – sipping wine in Napa Valley, climbing steep hills in San Francisco, and dodging hungry wildlife in the Muir Woods.

Anyway, before I get back to your regularly scheduled programming, I thought I’d leave you with a few pictures (the internet equivalent of the slideshow your neighbors force you to sit through when they come back from their… thimble collecting trip… to… Yugoslavia). Read the rest of this entry »

My Bad (Care to Guest Blog?)

In Travel, Writing on September 4, 2012 at 10:21 pm

Excuses, Excuses

Yet again I find myself apologizing for an extended absence, but this time I have good excuses, I swear!

Firstly, in a piece of toot-my-own-horn kind of news, I recently got a new job (unemployment, it turns out, while a great generator of free time, isn’t so great for the wallet). I officially started two weeks ago, and it’s been keeping me pretty busy, so I shall henceforth need to learn to budget my remaining free time a little better – an adjustment, to be sure, but as of today I’m resolving to make it happen.

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Get lost: A one-step guide to travel

In Travel, Writing on April 19, 2012 at 4:53 pm
Founder's Hall, Royal Holloway, University of ...

Founder's Hall, Royal Holloway, Egham.

At the front edge of one summer, as an uncharacteristic heat settled in over Surrey’s A30, I hatched an ambitious plan. I cracked my window to let the mossy smell of drying English ground creep across my desk, I pushed aside the heaps of paper and notes that had gathered during the long semester, and I scrawled a basic map. At the bottom was the college’s Founder’s Hall and the A30 — my home base, my starting point; at the top, a shape like a lollipop to represent Windsor Castle and the straight, three mile road that leads to it from the south; and between, a wide-open space marked only by the dotted blue lines of my notebook and a series of lightly sketched landmarks, representing the vast expanse of Windsor Great Park. The plan was simple: I would cross the park and walk those five miles – or seven, or nine (nothing on my map was to scale) – until I reached the castle. Read the rest of this entry »