Ireland = amazing & amazingly green.
I've never tried out this public link business that I'm going to put up here because, frankly, there are too many pictures to upload and reorganize here as well as there.
CLICK TO GET PICTURES.
So there they are.
I'm glad Cyril got to finally see it; he's been wanting to go for a long time. We did a lot; saw a lot. Many, many bus tours. Many, many days of wearing my Sea-Bands on the windy, narrow, often cliff-side roads on large buses.
Next time I go to Ireland, however, I will make darn sure I'm old enough to rent a car! Hopefully by then I will be confident enough to drive in narrow-streeted Europe and on the left-hand side. Yikes.
Yet to come: photos from trips a bit closer to home, wherever that is.
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Showing posts with label vacation. Show all posts
Thursday, October 2, 2008
England
In the Land of Angles
Heading back in time for a minute, we'll go to the beginning of August. Yes, it has been that long since I posted. And because of that, events are not as fresh in the old brain as they would have been had I been a good blogger, so yes. So minimal commentaries, I suppose.
Plymouth
Driving through Dartmoor.
Aquarium.
Pub.
Bill, Auntie Peggy, Roger, Margaret, Cyril.
Poole
Bill, Pauline and that Swiss guy in the gusting July wind.
Cliffs near "Old Harry".
Getting blown off the cliffs.
The lonely rock is Old Harry.
Yeah, we were that close!
Tropics. In England.
Heather in July.
Durdle Door.
London
Church of Scientology, uh-oh.
At the airport.
Driving through Dartmoor.
Aquarium.
Pub.
Bill, Auntie Peggy, Roger, Margaret, Cyril.
Poole
Bill, Pauline and that Swiss guy in the gusting July wind.
Cliffs near "Old Harry".
Getting blown off the cliffs.
The lonely rock is Old Harry.
Yeah, we were that close!
Tropics. In England.
Heather in July.
Durdle Door.
London
Church of Scientology, uh-oh.
At the airport.
Which leads nicely into: Ireland. Coming soon. Wait for it. Watch for it. Soon. Here.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Paris and a Small Update
Paris
Currently in Bern, Switzerland, listening to a musician who played in Paris a few weeks ago. Incidently, Cyril and I were also in Paris a few weeks ago.
Beginning of August I flew out to Paris to meet Cyril, whom I hadn't seen in over a month, spend a few days in a free apartment and relax before heading here where both of us are now working and living with his family.
Not many photos from here yet. Cyril gets a bit embarassed when he's out in town and his girlfriend is acting like a tourist. Plus I usually just go to work and then I'm too tired (from trying to instill some discipline into the boys I look after) to act like a tourist anyway.
Good news is: I'm winning the discipline battle, though sometimes with difficulty, I'm starting to understand Swiss German (which wasn't even my intention; this language is insane - it's completely verbal and messed up) and I'm getting on great with Cyril's friends. Plus I'm in Europe and that's fantastic.
So that's that.
Beginning of August I flew out to Paris to meet Cyril, whom I hadn't seen in over a month, spend a few days in a free apartment and relax before heading here where both of us are now working and living with his family.
Anyway.
After not seeing Cyril for so long, he is still the same.
Wonderful apartment we stayed in for free thanks to Jan.
First dinner in Paris. Wine is cheap in Europe.
It was really hot out.
Near the Louvre, which I didn't go in, again.
We went to Russia on the metro.
Very small chair - perfect size for me really.
Thanks for the sunglasses, Dad.
Some really weird park with weird people and weird things.
Cafe from Amelie!
We were walking around, had just seen the Moulin Rouge, and there it was.
She made me so angry.
"Ha ha, I'm so cool." If you ever see her, kick her in the shins for me.
Montmartre
Cyril!
Sacre Coeur
I didn't take too many touristy pictures, but it looked too epic not to.
We didn't even go to the Eiffel Tour at all.
Oh you Parisians.
Somewhere near Place des Abessess.
From Amelie as well. By Sacre Coeur and the guys who scam tourists with bracelets and won't let go until they give them stupid amounts of money.
Just outside the city is La Defence - the whole place is so neat.
Like I said.
Mmm, lolly
It's perfectly alligned with l'Arc de Triomphe (WAY) down the street and it's really huge.
You can go to the top!
It was really cold and windy at the top.
Recognize this, OSS students? The bad boy Mr Kelliher used was in an expo on the history of computers.
There was a really big thumb at La Defence.
Dessert wine Lily gave us. Mmm wine.
We went shopping. No doubt ended up at H&M. And there was only one pair of these ridiculously large sunglasses left, which means girls are actually wearing them around - they're like 5 times bigger than my head.
Then it was cold and rainy the rest of the time.
Somewhere near Place d'Italie.
I'm glad we discovered the Quartier Latin - the student quarter.
Delicious falafel. Not a delicious picture.
Somewhere.
The cemetery by the apartment is massive.
It's the one where Jim Morrison is burried. And Oscar Wilde. This is his grave, with lipstick marks all over it. Yum
It was pretty, as far as cemeteries go.
Some random dead guy.
The train to Bern. A woman had to go to the toilet, twice, so she gave me her baby to look after.
After not seeing Cyril for so long, he is still the same.
Wonderful apartment we stayed in for free thanks to Jan.
First dinner in Paris. Wine is cheap in Europe.
It was really hot out.
Near the Louvre, which I didn't go in, again.
We went to Russia on the metro.
Very small chair - perfect size for me really.
Thanks for the sunglasses, Dad.
Some really weird park with weird people and weird things.
Cafe from Amelie!
We were walking around, had just seen the Moulin Rouge, and there it was.
She made me so angry.
"Ha ha, I'm so cool." If you ever see her, kick her in the shins for me.
Montmartre
Cyril!
Sacre Coeur
I didn't take too many touristy pictures, but it looked too epic not to.
We didn't even go to the Eiffel Tour at all.
Oh you Parisians.
Somewhere near Place des Abessess.
From Amelie as well. By Sacre Coeur and the guys who scam tourists with bracelets and won't let go until they give them stupid amounts of money.
Just outside the city is La Defence - the whole place is so neat.
Like I said.
Mmm, lolly
It's perfectly alligned with l'Arc de Triomphe (WAY) down the street and it's really huge.
You can go to the top!
It was really cold and windy at the top.
Recognize this, OSS students? The bad boy Mr Kelliher used was in an expo on the history of computers.
There was a really big thumb at La Defence.
Dessert wine Lily gave us. Mmm wine.
We went shopping. No doubt ended up at H&M. And there was only one pair of these ridiculously large sunglasses left, which means girls are actually wearing them around - they're like 5 times bigger than my head.
Then it was cold and rainy the rest of the time.
Somewhere near Place d'Italie.
I'm glad we discovered the Quartier Latin - the student quarter.
Delicious falafel. Not a delicious picture.
Somewhere.
The cemetery by the apartment is massive.
It's the one where Jim Morrison is burried. And Oscar Wilde. This is his grave, with lipstick marks all over it. Yum
It was pretty, as far as cemeteries go.
Some random dead guy.
The train to Bern. A woman had to go to the toilet, twice, so she gave me her baby to look after.
Not many photos from here yet. Cyril gets a bit embarassed when he's out in town and his girlfriend is acting like a tourist. Plus I usually just go to work and then I'm too tired (from trying to instill some discipline into the boys I look after) to act like a tourist anyway.
Good news is: I'm winning the discipline battle, though sometimes with difficulty, I'm starting to understand Swiss German (which wasn't even my intention; this language is insane - it's completely verbal and messed up) and I'm getting on great with Cyril's friends. Plus I'm in Europe and that's fantastic.
So that's that.
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