Category: Travel

[Due to some RSS feed issues, you are probably seeing this post a bit late... I wrote it last week!] I feel a bit of an arse: 2010 was probably my favourite year to date, yet I’ve written almost nothing about it. Not only will this monumentally suck in a few years, when I pore through my blog archives, and find almost nothing from 2010 — but it must also royally blow for anyone that stops by to read this…

At the end of my last post, I alluded to the possibility of a deeply intellectual post. This isn’t it. Instead I’m going to tell you about the divine delectation of Danish pastries in Denmark, and just how miserable life in an eternally-cold 200-year-old house is. Our boiler has been broken for about six months. In the summer — which was blisteringly hot! — it wasn’t so much of an issue. As the weather turned, though, as temperatures slowly swan-dived…

I passed my driving test! 18 hours of driving lessons over three days, and a test on the fourth morning — and bingo! Apparently the instructor was ‘very impressed’, and the only mistakes I made were a) not looking into a mirror once while coming off a roundabout (rotary, for you Americans), and b) I didn’t look in my left blind spot after driving away from the emergency stop. The pig you see above — that disgusting swine — is…

I’m back from San Francisco! Two days of being wined, dined and waited upon by Microsoft, followed by meetings with Google, Mozilla and BitTorrent, topped off with ONE WHOLE DAY of respite. After two 11-hour flights and hopping back and forth through eight time zones, I can safely say that six days is not long enough to take in everything San Francisco has to offer. I didn’t visit a single museum, nor walk along the Golden Gate Bridge. I bought…

Last weekend I spent three nights on a narrowboat. It was 55 feet long, 7 feet wide and about 6 feet high. You would think, with length being the only dimension in its favour, that the beds would be long enough for me… but alas. (I’m asleep in that photo, by the way — I think it was taken around 6am.) We spent four days navigating the beautiful river-cum-canal Kennet and Avon Canal. Back in the olden days, it trimmed…

Zoom in on a little, diesel Volkswagen, buzzing and sputtering across the sparse, orange Croatian scrub. It’s a taxi, though there are no signs or licenses or anything like that. Thinking back, I probably shouldn’t have entrusted my life to a man with only a fistful of teeth, a vibrating dashboard and no taxi-driving license. But still, when you have to catch a flight, what are your options? So, there we are, bouncing quickly across a rough Croatian road. It’s…