Tag: Travel

Again, as I write this, I am on a plane — but this time I am flying from Los Angeles to Newark, New Jersey. By the time I post this I’ll be at my ocean-front apartment in Ocean Grove. I’ll upload some photos from the wrap-around deck once I get everything set up. [The photo above is the Pacific Ocean — I was there this morning… and now I’m on the Atlantic Ocean; cool huh? The photo is awesome for…

As I write this, I am sitting on a plane heading to Los Angeles. I am the proud recipient of an upgrade, too, as I didn’t physically fit in my previous seat — so the steward kindly gave me a seat further up the cabin. I’ll probably be in my bedroom at the Hilton Anaheim [pictured right] when I actually get around to posting this, though. [At this point I have now been in Los Angeles for a week, and…

Berlin is not an exciting city — but at the same time, you’d be hard stretched to find a city that’s nicer than Berlin — or indeed, a city with more modern history than fair Berlin. Berlin was completely leveled in World War 2 by the Allies, and for some 30 years after that it was split down the middle by ideological differences — and the Berlin Wall. Berlin was the front line of the Cold War, the Wall acting…

I ain’t dead! An American once scolded me for using “ain’t”, actually. The cheek of it. I had actually hoped to update this blog a couple of weeks ago, before it became a whole month since the last update, but I failed. Fortunately, that’s about the only thing that I’ve failed in recent history, so I guess that’s OK. Actually, I failed my 365 photography project — well, I failed to complete it. The undertaking itself was far from a…

[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…