Sunday, November 14, 2004
Chasing Aurora Borealis
Sure, there probably aren't too many people who think of Iceland when planning a short holiday in November, but then again, maybe that's reason enough to go. We were interested in three things - thermal baths, Halldór Laxness, and Aurora Borealis. The first, impossible to miss, the second, you're foolish if you do, and the third, well, we read that November was a very good time to go.
The amount of daylight is a thing of curiousity. This is what it looked like at 10AM. And at 3PM. Well, we did what we could - sightseeing in the few daylight hours, public baths and coffee shops during the dark hours. Excellent coffee, by the way. Weird.
Outside of Reykjavík, a lot of Iceland appears to look like this - cold, empty, and rugged.
But, there are plenty of waterfalls, such as Selfoss...
...and Gulfoss.
The Continental Divide at Þingvellir, site of what is considered the world's first parliament.
The thermal activity in the Geysir area is fascinating.
Some are even mesmerized. Have to admit, watching the first bolus of water coming out of the Strokkur geyser is mesmerizing.
Others, however, get a bit intoxicated by it all. Must be the warmth. It's pretty cold in Iceland in November. We failed to bring sufficient headwear, forcing us on a hat buying spree of irrational proportions.
Icelandic hot dogs - pylsur are supposed to be pretty good.
On one, well, mid-day, we went riding on Icelandic horses, north of Reykjavík, near where Laxness grew up, and which has been the setting/inspiration for many of his novels. Still can't claim any particular fondness for horses.
Bæjarins Beztu Pylsur - supposedly THE best dogs going. Topped with sauteed and crispy fried onions, mustard, and remoulade. Yum. A shot of brennavin - roasted caroway aquavit - to wash it down. Perfect.
Hallgrimskirkja, in the center of the capital. None of your fancy Baroque or rococco, thank you very much.
This bodes well for hopes of an Indian restaurant, does it not? Food was shockingly expensive in Iceland, and unsurprisingly, not very veg. friendly. Of course, this means my attempts to try puffin and shark were not well met. Fortunately, we came across Austur Indía Fjelagið - legitimate claims as the northernmost Indian restaurant in the world? Perhaps. What is certain is that we paid about $8 for an order of poppadums.
After dinner was our big Aurora Borealis night - a bus ride deep into the countryside, away from any light pollution at all. When the Icelandic do dark, they do dark. And cloudy. So cloudy in fact, that this is all we saw. It was cold, it was dark, there were weird sounds coming from the countryside. Hmm... this part didn't work out so well. This is an actual photo of the darkness.
We closed out our visit with nearly a full day just relaxing at the Blue Lagoon - a thermal spa developed out of the effluent of an adjacent energy plant. It was great sitting out in this huge thermal lake, with snowflakes falling, covering oneself in the goopy mud, and staring out over the tundra.
All in all, a great trip. Too bad about the northern lights, we'll have to try again, and I wouldn't mind giving Iceland another shot.
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Monday, October 18, 2004
MSNYC Bike Tour 2004
This past weekend was the Multiple Sclerosis Society of New York's annual cycling event, a circuit around Manhattan and beyond. T. decided against better judgment to join me for the tour. As a concession, we only went for the 45 mile circuit, which would allow us to still ride the empty streets, but also to go through the Lincoln Tunnel and back over the George Washington Bridge. Good times, and a great event!
We upped the degree of difficulty by doing the tour on R. and my Bromptons, the classic English folding bicycle. We were quite the spectacle.
Small victories. Realising that her pre-tour training may not have been sufficient, T. nearly pulled a Rosie Ruiz on me (easy with the folding bikes), but I managed to coax her back to Chelsea. Wonder if she's going to talk to me after this...
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Saturday, October 9, 2004
2004 Philadelphia Dragon Boat Festival
I've been volunteering as a coach and steersperson for the Philadelphia Dragon Boat Festival for the past few months, and coaxed colleagues from my office to form a team. The festival took place this past weekend and was a lot of fun. We even acquitted ourselves modestly, taking third place in the "D" division - putting us in the top third of all teams.
Sunday, September 26, 2004
An Irish-Australian Wedding
So, our dear friends A. and S. were getting married. And about time too. A chance to see A.'s family again, especially his delightful uncles, all our friends from Oxford, and getting back to Delgany, and Bray, and Greystones, and especially, the scene of our many triumphs, and defeats, the Wicklow Way.
S. is Australian, and brings all the good sense that A. hasn't retained. A.'s taste in drink is predicated on two principles: a) it's Guinness or b) there's a lot of it. Fortunately, S. was in charge of the wine, plenty of Australian goodies. But the wine highlight for me was a magnum of vintage champagne, opened by A.'s very excited mum (A. clearly didn't retain much of his parents' good taste - I can never forget A.'s single term of praise for food: "It's lovely." Someday, an A.-inspired cookbook is in order... anyways, I digress.) A.'s mum, realising that she hadn't planned on snacks to serve with it, out came a sleeve of Pringles. Single. Greatest. Pairing. Ever.
The Wicklow seaside.
"Do any of you see the road?"
Co. Wicklow traffic jam.
We did ultimately manage to find our way to Glendalough (Glen of the Two Lakes), where the weather was fabulously Irish, and the scene was beautiful, against the lake. A perfect outdoor ceremony.
Against the Round Tower
"I think the car is rolling backwards!"
And so, following the wedding, and the reception, what followed is what has followed at every Irish wedding I've been to (n=2, both in this family) - to the pub! Brilliant stuff, sad we had to get back for today, but one solace is that the flight was oversold and we got bumped up to 1st... they don't serve pocheen on Aer Lingus... no sir, it was more Champagne for us!
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Sunday, August 29, 2004
Just Cane Crazy
R. is crazy about sugar cane. On our way out of Maui, driving to the airport, we passed a sugar cane truck. Not just content with chilled raw cane sticks, R. decided to go for sugar cane juice as well. Sugar high to follow.
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Maui wowie
We had a few days to ourselves in Maui, my primary objective was to properly get R. into the water for some snorkelling.
We stayed on Kāʻanapali Beach, near Lahaina, but headed southeast for a snorkelling trip to Turtle Bay, where R. made the international open water signal for "shark behind you." What she meant to say was that I was being investigated by turtles. From there, we went to Molokini, a submerged volcano with a reef in the caldera. I was following behind a shark when I noticed that all of my skin was suddenly on fire. Jellyfish. I quickly made it back to the boat, where I was informed that there are two ways to quell the pain. Good thing they had the vinegar, 'cause I didn't fancy being peed on.
Very early the next morning, we drove out to the base of Mt. Haleakala to join a sunrise biking tour. After the tropical weather down below, it was shockingly cold as we waited for the sun to come up.
But come up it did, and it soon warmed up. Time to jump on the bikes and hurtle downhill.
A great thing about the outfit we were with is that they allowed us to go at our own speed - many tours make sure you stay together, slowly. Not us, we enjoyed hurtling down the mountain!
Fire on the Plains. Not what Shohei Ooka had in mind...
The rare Haleakala Silversword.
We spent a full day driving around the island, first east on the Highway to Hana, checking out beaches and waterfalls, and picking fresh guava along the way. After Hana, we continued on the south side of the island, on the Piilani Highway.
We saw a sign advertising fruitshakes. Hadn't noted the DIY aspect.
Finally, the dirt roads ended and this is literally the first building we saw - Tedeschi Vineyards - makers of pineapple wine. Well, we checked out the tasting room, but, well, let's just say we didn't buy any to take home.
Obligatory "tropical" drink, with umbrella. Fitting farewell.
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
Oahu
Have been in Honolulu for the past week, initially for a conference, and then for a bit of a vacation. After the conference was over, we rented a convertible and started to wheel around the island.
Started out heading east from Waikiki, following the coast.
Spent a lot of time hopping along North Shore beaches, watching the surfers here at Waimea Bay, trying to coax R. into the calmer waters for snorkelling. At one point, we even ventured out into shin-deep waters. Living on the edge!
Cool looking waves.
The Banzai Pipeline was looking pretty rough.
Back in Honolulu, we took the opportunity to take in some "Tiny Bubbles" - I am bummed that this picture with Don Ho didn't come out so well.
It seems in Hawai'i, it is de rigeur to see the pineapples. Lots, and lots, and lots of pineapples.
My culinary highlight was definitely the "Famous Kahuku Shrimp Truck."
Delicious! So, on to Maui.
Started out heading east from Waikiki, following the coast.
Spent a lot of time hopping along North Shore beaches, watching the surfers here at Waimea Bay, trying to coax R. into the calmer waters for snorkelling. At one point, we even ventured out into shin-deep waters. Living on the edge!
Cool looking waves.
The Banzai Pipeline was looking pretty rough.
Back in Honolulu, we took the opportunity to take in some "Tiny Bubbles" - I am bummed that this picture with Don Ho didn't come out so well.
It seems in Hawai'i, it is de rigeur to see the pineapples. Lots, and lots, and lots of pineapples.
My culinary highlight was definitely the "Famous Kahuku Shrimp Truck."
Delicious! So, on to Maui.
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