Tag: ocean

via ted.com … and now I want to go to New Zealand! And do underwater photography! This talk’s an almost perfect blend of insightful commentary, beautiful photography and chilling reality. (Eleni, this one’s for you!) Watch out for the bit on Blue Fin tuna — I had no idea that FISH (not sharks, not whales) could weigh a ton. A ton tuna would be about two or three times the size of the tuna in the above photo, by the…

After yesterday’s deep and meaningful I had to change things up a bit and be artistic. Have to keep these things in balance lest your brain begins to ooze out of nose. As a result of being artistic, I give you Dancing Light, a series of images taken from an original photograph. You probably recognise it — it’s the photo of the Atlantic Ocean taken while I was at the G! Festival in July. Lights from the rock performance on…

No time to sort through photos, let alone try to get some up on Flickr and the blog! But here I am anyway, if only for a few short sentences. We had CLEAR SKIES today; the first time since I got here! It was only the second time I’ve seen the sun in the last 11 days (and this is ‘good weather’ apparently…) Anyway, clear skies meant it was finally time to get out into the open seas and see…

I know I’ve referred to ‘my host’ a few times now. I also know that a few of you think it’s a girl! And that I’m ‘away getting some international poontang’. Well, to the handful of you that jumped to such a despicable conclusion, SHAME ON YOU! Actually it’s a he (and he is flexible but that’s because he’s a gymnast). In fact, I’m sorry to disappoint, but I’m actually getting so little ‘inbred booty’ (obviously not my turn of…

Yet another foggy day, alas! We’ve exhausted most of the local treasures so now we have to go on long road or ferry trips to get to the few remaining ‘must see’ locations (like the island of puffins: Mykines!) There are a couple of pretty places that are close-by but to appreciate them the fog has to lift and the sun has to shine! It shows no sign of doing either until Friday — but considering the most exciting thing…

‘It’s one of those smaller whales’ they said, obviously searching for the right translation. They tricked me! There I sat, munching thoughtfully on a piece of jet-black meat. ‘A bit like beef. Different aftertaste though.’ My host’s mother had cooked up the chunk of ‘whale’, served in a sauce made of its own gravy. It was underwhelming! I don’t mean that it tasted bad — it was lovely! — but obviously, after all of that foreplay, I expected a veritable…