Salemi, Sicily, Italy

    So you have probably have never heard of Salemi and there isn't a ton there but it is a town that I really wanted to visit while I was in Sicily. My intentions though weren't for sightseeing. Earlier in the year I had read an article about a town that was destroyed by an earthquake in 1968. Much of the old town was still in rubble and the townsfolk had resettled in the valley below. Now in an attempt to boost the local economy and regenerate the town the mayor decided to sell the crumbling properties for one euro. About a buc fifty. The only stipulation was that you have to fix the property up to historic regulations in the next two years. Sounded good enough for me. Upon arrival I was a little confused; I thought I would see hardly any buildings. Instead I was greeted by a town that had the majority of building being lived in. And perched on the top of the hill above the old town was a grand castle with a trivial history as well. There were lots needing work and abandoned but they were mixed in with the rest of the community. After touring the castle I headed to the back streets and found what I had come looking for. There were more and more buildings just sitting empty. And at the bottom of a grand marble staircase there was an entire complex just empty and crumpling away. They needed a lot of work and I am no expert but they looked far from ready for the wrecking ball. I walked to the bottom of the stairs and went in to one of the houses. The floors were all slanting a good bit. It wasn't a large property, but I fell in love with it almost instantly. The view out the back overlooked the many groves of grapes and olive trees below. And off in the distance was the glistening of the ocean. My heart was won; I was in love with this town. I took some pictures and headed back in to town.

I was greeted by hoards of old men and women running errands. Most of them looked at me a bit oddly as I had my huge back, paddy cap, and flip flops on. As they were all dressed quit proper I didn't really fit in. There didn't seem to be many people my aged in town. Only school kids who didn't have a choice where they lived and the people who had been there their entire life. As it was getting dark quick I headed up the mountain looking for a camping spot. The views from the top were stunning. I sipped on some local wine and enjoyed a prosciutto and cheese roll I had bought at the market earlier. Taking it all in, I was contemplating how I can buy one of these properties and become a part of my new love, the Salemi community. As there are only two busses between Palermo and salami I had to be up early. The last bus leaves at 8 am and I had to hike back in to town. As I sat and waited I was greeted by two girls my aged asking me in Italian if the bus had come for Palermo yet. I gestured that it hadn't and that I didn't speak Italian. Then she said, oh you speak English. Turns out the two girls were there for an archeological dig fro there university. They asked what in the heck I was doing there as in the year they had been there they hadn't seen a backpacker. I quickly explained and then the bus came. When we arrived in Palermo the girls asked if I wanted to join them for a coffee. Indeed I did and we discussed what they were doing there for uni and what my intentions were there in more detail. They also wanted to relocate there but to a house that was livable, not in shambles. They also told me how the younger people in Italy didn't want to have anything to do with old houses. AS soon as they had enough money they would build a new one and move away for the historic old towns. This is one of the reasons no one wants many of the properties in Salemi. I do however, and I'll just have to wait and see if I can't get my hands on one. Who knows, maybe I'll have the two girls as neighbors. It was great to meet them and learn more about the town. I'll definitely have to keep in touch.

Next stop, Greece. So getting from Sicily to Greece isn't that easy. As Matt found out, it takes several trains, a lot of patience, and two ferry rides. I left Palermo for Villa San Giovanni. The town just back on mainland Italy. I only had a half hour to make my connecting train and as luck would have it my train was running 40 minutes late. Luckily I met a really nice Italian journalist that spoke English. She had picked it all up from books and said she never really spoke it. She could have fooled me. To save some time she said I should leave the train and take the ferry via foot. It's to me an odd setup but to get from Sicily to Italy they load the trains on a ferry and unload on the other side. It takes about an hour. However if you get off the ferry and walk to the train station you can save a half hour. This proved to be true and I made my connection by less than 5 minutes. Had I stayed on the train I surely would have missed it. 12 hours of trains and I am now in Bari, where the ferry to Greece leaves from. I have to wait until eight tonight and I will be on my way. 16 hours on a ferry, Woohoo!

Netherlands, France, and Germany

So I must say it has been great to be traveling again. With our rail passes in hand Matt and I were ready to explore mainland Europe. We bought passes that allow us unlimited travel for 10 days out of a month. It is great to have the flexibility. The biggest problem is deciding where to go and what to see. It's hard to realize you can't see it all. Since leaving Scotland a little over a week ago I have seen and experienced so many things. It started by leaving Edinburgh via train to New Castle where we caught the ferry to Amsterdam. From there we caught another train to Paris via Brussels. Next came an overnight train from Paris to Munich and as I sit here now I am on a train to Salzburg, Austria for the day before catching yet another train to Budapest tonight. It may seem like we are spending a lot of time on trains and it is true, but seeing the country side change makes it all worth it. A couple days in each city allows us to take in the sites and enjoy ourselves. Each city so far has had extremely different feelings than the others.

Amsterdam

It all started in Amsterdam. A beautiful city laced with canals and beautiful buildings. It was great to be in a place I had never seen before. The first day we met up with a friend I had met in Ireland who was making his way back home to Australia. We wondered around the city, got checked in to a hostel and started having fun. There was a carnival to see in the main square, which really took away from the palace, but what can you do. From there we grabbed pints and caught up. It was great to see Lyndon and as he had been traveling he had some good suggestions for our future destinations. Over the next two days we went on a walking tour of the city, went by Ann Frank's house, walked to the Van Gough Museum, and explored the red light district. It is an amazingly beautiful city, and the red light district is something else. Here all the rules can be broken as you can buy weed in coffee shops, or woman from windows. It really is something else, and like our trusty guide book says, so matter what, all tourist will end up here at some point. As time quickly flew by we made our way to our next destination, Paris via Brussels.

Brussels:

As we had a couple hours between our train transfers in Brussels we decided to head in to town a bit to see what it was all about. The square we came to had what appeared to be a flea market except nobody was really selling anything. Instead there was just a bunch of people rummaging through piles of stuff. To each his own I guess as most of it looked like junk but many people were quite happy with their finds. I watched this go on for about an hour while sipping a local Belgium beer before dashing back to the train station. Although I was now in a hurry I did manage to buy a waffle, and I must say the waffles in Belgium are mighty tasty!

PARIS:

After another short train ride I had arrived in Paris. It felt great, until I stepped off the train that is. The masses of people are not always fun to deal with when you have a large pack and no idea where you are going. Add that the people take pride in not speaking English and you are no doubt going to have some problems. We Headed what we thought was south of the station looking for a hostel only to get lost, and end up at a KFC for their free internet. Once online matt discovered that the number of hostels in Paris was minimal. We located one and headed towards it. A couple metro stops later and we were there, yay, right? Wrong, instead we were greeted by an unfriendly Frenchman who simply said sorry, only have one bed. We inquired where another hostel might be and he just pointed vaguely in two directions. We walked both ways, finding no such hostel in either direction. Finally we settled on a one star hotel. It was close quarters but it got us by. The next day we went on a walking tour lead by a girl from Pittsburg. She's been leading the tours for something like five years and did a great job. We saw the St. Michael's fountain, Triumph Arch, Notre Dame, the Louvre, and many other great sites. After the tour we attempted to get into the hostel again but with no luck. Instead we ended up across town at the friendly hostel. Not too bad a place but the neighborhood was extremely dodgy. After cooking some pasta and enjoying some wine we headed toward the Eiffel Tower. It was lit up blue and sparkled once an hour. Matt and I took a bottle of wine along and enjoyed the show. It was great and you could see many others doing the same. We also met two French guys who changed the negative opinion of French people a bit and had a great night. The next day we toured the catacombs which were well worth the 3.5 Euros. In the late 18^th century they exhumed all the bones from the cemeteries in Paris and moved them to an old quarry. This was due to a plague in the city and the cemeteries were simply too full. It was creepy and yet neat to see the thousands of skulls and bones. From here we went to the Louvre to see the Mona Lisa and Napoleon's apartment. As I love museums so much this was a quick tour. The Mona Lisa was neat and surprisingly they let you take photo's. Next up was catching a train to Munich. A night train proved to be a great investment as it provided a great night's sleep on our way to Munich.

Munich:

1. After a few days here all I can say is wow! What a place. For the first time on the trip we had coordinated couch surfing. Our host graciously met us at the metro station and helped us get our bearings quick. She took us for our first German breakfast. This meal included, white pudding with sweet mustard, a giant pretzel, and a glass of wheat beer. Can't beat that to start your day! From here our host headed to see her boyfriend and Matt and I went exploring. As we had basically a free day on the trains we went to the Austrian border to see Nueschweinstein Castle. It looks like the castle at the magic kingdom, but was actually a functioning castle. It, the stein of beer, and the pizza we had there made it worth the 2 hour train ride. The next day we made our way just outside of Munich to Dachau, the location of the first concentration camp built on the German soil. Dachau was to become the model for all others built after it. Walking around it is a sobering experience. When you arrive and walk in there is a German phrase on the gates which translated says, "Work sets you free." A cruel slogan all the prisoners had to read when they were forced in the camps. The camp was originally built for 6,000 prisoners but eventually ended up containing 30,000. You walk through the old shower house, which had pipes that could make it a dual purpose shower gas chamber, a reconstructed bunk house, and the crematoriums. The memorial is set up so people can view the camp and its history so nothing like it happens again. After being there I can easily say that everyone at some point needs to visit a concentration camp from WWII. It's a truly sobering experience. This night we went to a famous and traditional beer house. The Hofbräuhaus München is a huge beer hall. Serving delicious beer in one liter steins makes for a great night. The tables are what make this a really great experience because you have to sit down with others at long tables with benches. After introductions, the drinking and conversations take over. It really is a good time. From here Matt and I headed to the train station for another sausage and headed home. On the third and final say we simply rode our bikes around the city. We went to the parks, relaxed in a couple squares and watched the glockenspiel chime and the figures dance. From here we went to a smaller bier hause called Zam. Here I indulged with a pickled pork knuckle, sauerkraut, and fried potatoes. All in all it was an amazing time and I can't wait to go back. Although I now have a soar throat and fear I'm getting a cold I am really excited. Tomorrow morning first thing I'm catching a train to Salzburg, Austria before heading to Budapest tomorrow night. Miss you all and Cheers!
   

   
    

   
    

   
    

    

I don't think I'd walk five hundred miles!

So I've only got about 10 minutes but i thought I would try in get back in the swing of blogging. I am relaxing at the hostel in Inverness after completing two long distance walks. The first the west highland way(WHW) leads 95 miles from a suburb of Glasgow to Fort William. The second the Great Glen Way (GGW) from fort William, 77 miles to Inverness. I also climbed Ben Nevis the UK's highest peak at 4,409 feet. the total for the 3 hikes is about 179 miles. All in all i feel pretty good but if you'd have asked me most nights around ten o'clock i may have answered otherwise. As I am short on time I will try and get the places I stayed and milages i walked posted in the next day or so.

The first week and the entire WHW the weather didn't cooperate. It pissed rain at some point at least everyday and the clouds never really lifted. I still enjoyed it and met some really great people along the walk. I partied quite a few nights with a group of 5 guys from Glasgow. They even rescued me and put me put me in a spare bed they had one night at a chalet. Other than that, I camped every night. The second week the weather drastically changed for the better. Matt and I enjoyed sunshine and blue sky's for most of the walk. Only the last day did it really rain. It was much nicer. As it was dry, we could get small camp fires going at night. Of all the nights camping there was only one really cold night and it happened to be Matt's first nights camping. Luckily it got warmer as the week went on and the camping was great.

Time is ticking down, and sorry if this is a little boring, I'll try and get used to writing regularly again. All in all it was a great two weeks but my legs are ready for a break. Cheers to all and look for more posts soon.

Back in th UK!

Apologies for the long length!

So I must say that it was a bit odd to land in London and not feel like a complete stranger. I arrived back in the UK a little over 2 weeks ago. I have been having a great time since. The first day I slept most of away in the arrivals terminal at London Heathrow. I figured this was the cheapest way to sleep off my Jet lag. From here, I rented a car and drove south to a small village called Shrewton. It was a village about a mile from Stone Henge. My goal again was to see the sun rise here. As usual it was raining so I decided to sleep in the car and by morning it was still overcast so no sunrise again. Maybe next time. As this was a bust I headed south stopping in Salisbury to buy a sleeping bag. I was on my way to what the locals had told me was the best festival in England. It was called the Great Dorset Steam Fair.

I arrived about noon, only to see that if I waited until 5 the admission price was half. I decided it was worth the wait and headed two villages over to the nearest mobile phone shop. I got a phone bought, grabbed a coffee and walked around the town. It way a small village but had a lot going on. The were all sorts of tourist, I assume staying for the steam fair, primary students out and about as it was the last week before school started and me. I really enjoyed watching the local fire department hang banners for the town's festival the upcoming weekend. It felt like a town that was stuck in the simpler times, and I loved it. As the time clicked away I made my way back to the steam fair. I was to discover what a spectacle it really was.

At the fair they have the world’s largest collection of Steam powered tractors, threshers, carnival rides, vehicles, and most impressively organs. It was great walking around and hearing each of the organs belting out it’s own tune. Some even had stages out from with dancers. It was a great old-fashioned feeling fair. From here I made my way to the mid-way, and food alley. I had some local cider and traditional lamb meatball called a faggot with mash. Crazy what they call some things here. Needless to say it was great. From here I jumped in my car and headed toward Bath.

I arriver about 2 am and found a camping ground. I set up my camping hammock for the first time. It was really comfortable and I got a great night sleep. I had some learning to do though as I woke up in the morning with my bum on the ground. I’d have to figure out a better knot the next night. I was woken by t he park ranger. He wanted to be paid. I could tell he didn’t like that I had arrived so late and taken liberty to set up camp. Quite the opposite welcoming I usually get in campgrounds. He then proceeded to tell me that Hammock tents were impractical, that I had hung it wrong, and basically that I was an idiot for trying such a style of camping. He then charged me 15 pounds for the short nights stay. Needless to say, he had the stereotypical poor English attitude. I didn’t let this ruin my day and packed up, showered and headed to town. My main goal was to see the Roman baths. They were originally used by the Roman Empire and some are still used today. To be seen in them showed that you were of high status. They were very neat and worth the stop. I also learned all about the town as I took a 2-hour walking tour. Pry the most interesting part about it is the stone the city is made of. It is called Bath stone and is soft when initially quarry. It hardens very quickly and is great for building. The owner of the local quarry had done a great job selling it to the city for building but wanted the rest of England to use it. All other contractors said the stone was too soft. On this remark he ordered a great mansion to be build on top of the bluff over looking both the city and quarry. He also had a façade of a castle built on the other hill opposite of town. As it is only a fake castle it worked as a great billboard. Why go to this trouble you ask? It was all done so when he brought in people to buy his stone he could say, “With my great stone you can build cities, mansions, and even great castles.” Needless to say he died a very rich man. As my tour ended I jumped in my car and headed towards Wales.

About midnight I crossed into Wales and started looking for a campsite. I couldn’t find one and stopped in a pub to seek advice. The bar was closed but the owner pointed my in the right direction. I arrived only to find the gate locked and no one around. I kept driving following signs to a hostel about 12 miles away. It was an extremely narrow path, and crazy anything would be on it. As I was driving I came upon a father and son walking holding there cell phone up. The dad wanted to make sure his wife had gotten home safely. I didn’t have service but told them, and their big chocolate lab to jump in and I’d give them a lift to a payphone I had passed about a mile back. They were very gracious. They told me that next to their campground was another that I could stay in for the night. It worked out all around, they got to a phone, and I landed a campsite. I set up my hammock much more successfully and climbed in for a good nights sleep only to have a lantern shined on me. “Hello…is there someone sleeping in there? That’s crazy…hello?” I crawled out and started chatting with my neighbors. Turns out they thought I was night fishing. They then invited me over for a beer and told me all about the owners of the campground and that I should stay for the next night as it was the end of season party. It was a lucky campground to find and I had a blast. The party was great; with one of the biggest bon fires I’ve seen in ages and tons of local dishes that all the season long campers had made. The all called me the American Hammock and took care of me. I had a blast and look forward to visiting Wales again in the future. The next day, on there recommendation I visited the Wibbly Wobbly Church. It keeps settling and they keep adding on to try and stop it, thus there being no level doorways or windows. It is very crooked when you look at it and worth the drive. From here I headed to the main road and headed to the Lake District, about a 5-hour drive.

As par for me I arrived in Keswick about midnight. I didn’t even look for a campsite and nestled up in the car. I had come here because it is highly touted as one of the most beautiful areas in all the UK. I was going to do a day hike. I woke up early to go look at hiking boots only to find none in my size. I put on my runners and headed out. The local tourist info centre had told me about a good hike that would take about 4 hours. This was good and I headed out. I enjoyed the walk over the mountains with views of the valley and lake. It was beautiful but not as beautiful as had been hyped up. I did enjoy the fresh air. From here I made my way up to Edinburgh to meet up with Matt.

I arrived about 8 and headed to the pub where matt was working. We had a few pints and got caught up. We also decided to go hike a Monroe the next day. A Monroe is a mountain in the highlands that is over 3000 feet as there are tons of small mountains. So they aren’t huge but a lot of people hike every weekend and try to climb all of them. These people are called Monroe Baggers, and I won’t be one of them. We drove to the start and camped out for the night. We were told by the local ranger that experienced trekkers like ourselves could trek in about 3 hours. Experienced is hardly the term for us. We ended up taking about 4.5 hours. It was a lot of fun to see the highlands that way. From here I drove back to the Edinburgh airport and turned my car in. Since I have just been bumming in Edinburgh, staying with Matt and his girlfriend in there flat.

Last Saturday I went to the Braemore Highland games. I got to see the caper toss (looks like a telephone pole) and all the events which are similar to a track meet. He other exciting thing was that the Queen attended these games. She only came for about an hour but it was still neat to see her.

So as I type now I am waiting for close to dry and I am heading to Milngavie to start the West Highland way. A 95 mile hike from just outside Glasgow to the base of Ben Avis Scotland highest peak. It should take about a week and I am looking forward to it. I’ve never don a hike where I have to carry my own food but I am going to give it a shot. If I don’t plan right it shouldn’t be too big of a deal, there are towns about every 10 miles along the way. I’ll write again when I finish it and get back to Edinburgh, which may not be for 2 weeks as Matt is meeting me at Ben Avis where we plan to begin the Great Glenn way, another 75 mile hike. Wish me luck and cheers to all!

Cheese Rolling, London, Stone Henge, and More!!!

So, one post a month isn’t really that bad, is it? And to all of you I keep promising I’ll post more, sorry again. I’m guessing that there are very few of you regularly checking it for posts anyways. Where do I start? I think I’ll recall the events from most recent backwards. So I have been mainly working at Carter’s Bar. It is owned by the same guy as Thistle St. but it is across town. It is a locals pub as well, but they do open mic nights and have live music. It is a lot of fun and I enjoy it. I do miss the regulars from across town. I am quickly getting to know the regulars here as well. On my days off I have been pretty busy. Earlier this week matt and I went just outside of town and hike the Pentlands. They are some small mountains that offer great views of the city. It wasn’t a super long hike but it was a lot of fun. After the hike though, the fun was just beginning to start. We decided to have our traditional post hike pint, but had to walk a ways in to town. We finally came to one called Bennet’s. It was a small dodgy place, but the beer was nice. From here we continued walking debating whether to catch a bus or walk, as we had just passed a sign stating that it was 5 miles to city centre. We then saw another pub matt’s girlfriend (yes, matt has a Scottish girlfriend) had told him was quite nice. It was called Canny Man’s and we stopped in. The sign upon entry states, no cameras, no credit cards, and no backpackers! Us in our hiking clothes decided to risk it. Sitting next to men in suits with their younger and very attractive dates, we decided we were out of place. It is very unique with nic-nacks everywhere and great little rooms to sit in. It would be a great place to take a date but certainly wasn’t for two smelly hikers. If you are in Edinburgh check it out. We continued towards town and eventually made it. We did stop at several other drinking holes along the way. When we reached the meadows I couldn’t believe it. It is park about 15 minutes from our flat. If the sign saying it was 5 miles to city centre was right, I must say the pints shortened the walk. From here we found a hidden gem called yes, Bennet’s Bar. No relation to the one we originally stopped at in Morningside. From here matt went to his girlfriends and I went home.
The week previous to this I hosted my first guest from the couch surfing network. (www.couchsurfing.com) I have surfed but never hosted as my flats are usually the size of cracker boxes. The network is a brilliant idea. Basically I have a profile online talking about me and my flat. Others can view it and if they are in Edinburgh can ask to stay on my couch for a couple nights. In return when I travel I can do the same on couches in the area. I have surfed in Washington DC, Norway, Edinburgh, and London. And my first surfer was a great girl from Slovenia. Matt and I showed her around a bit and hiked Arthur’s Seat, an old volcano in Edinburgh. And most importantly we showed her to the Sheep’s Heid, a pub that claims to be from the 1300’s and the oldest in Scotland. It was a lot of fun and nice to finally host. I had a great time and I think she did as well. As we speak I am waiting for two surfer to call so I can give them directions to the flat.
So back a week or two from this of pretty boring stuff I had an amazing week in London. My mate Marshall met me there and we toured the town and surrounding areas. We had our share of pints as the UK has a large pub culture and took in the sites. We toured parliament our first day. Saw the Towers Bridge, and West Minster Abbey. We went to a Shakespeare play at the re-created Globe Theatre. Went to an exhibition of Dali’s famous statues and paintings, as well as the Tate Modern Museum of Art. We kept busy and had plenty of time to relax as well. While there we couch surfed 3 nights and made some new friends. Some of my favorite moments came though when we left London.
We went to Salisbury so we could see Stone Henge. This is something I had always wanted to do. So I said, “Why don’t we camp and see the sunrise at the henge?” Marshall was all for it and we bought a tent and sleeping bag and were all ready. We got in to Salisbury about 12:30 and now had to find a place to throw up our tent. Some locals at a pub pointed us in the direction or a field/park that would be suitable. It would have been better if it wasn’t pissing rain and pitch black but we made the most of it. To say the least we didn’t wake in time for sunrise but it was a moot point as it was raining and there wasn’t really a sunrise. And sleeping in a puddle in the non-waterproof tent was great. We made it to Stone Henge with a little leg work and I really enjoyed it. I hope Marshall did too. From here we headed to Avebury.
Avebury is a village of maybe 10 houses, and 1 pub that is enclosed by a large stone circle. It is very impressive. Our plans were to camp here. Again a local at the pub told us just where to go. He said, I lived in a spot just about 100 yards down by the speed limit sign. Go straight into the woods there, hop the fence and you’ll be fine for a night or too. Locals always know the best and cheapest (free) places to camp. We sat at the pub until close and went to find our site. It was a great area and it could easily be seen that others had camped here. We set up our tent, applied a rain fly to help keep some of the water out only to have the wind kick up. It was one of the windiest nights I can recall while in the UK, and a perfect night for camping (sarcasm). Luckily the rain fly didn’t blow off the first time until about 6 am. I re-attached it a couple times before backing up and heading to Gloucestershire.
I had heard of a cheese rolling festival when I first arrived in Scotland and couldn’t believe it when Marshall was going to be in town to experience it with me. You may be asking yourself, what is a cheese rolling festival? Well it boils down to this. A farmer rolls a large wheel of cheese down a really steep hill and a bunch of idiots (me included) go chasing after it. And to make it even more fun, it was a completely muddy hill as it had been heavily raining all day. Marshall took one for the team and watched the gear as I hurled myself down a muddy hill. They were out of cheese by the time my race came about but it was great to get involved. I don’t think I have had mud in some many places in all my life. Check out this link to see the festival(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OpzEF0D2xfE). It may not have been the most productive day but I am glad I experienced it. From here we hiked back to town and spent the rest of the day getting back to London. We went to Chinatown for a nice Chinese dinner and both prepared to head home the next morning. I had a blast and it was great to see a friend from back home.
Going back another couple weeks and you have Matt’s parents staying with us, but that is another story for the next post, when ever that may be. And oh yeah, I booked a ticket to fly home the 25th of June and will then come back to London the 7th of August to start my next leg of European travels.
Until next time, Cheers!

sorry, again, wow time flies!

It is amazing how quickly time flies when you are having fun and working your tail off. Can’t believe it has been nearly 4 months since I added to my blog. Don’t even know where to start. Guess I’ll start with the most recent things and go backwards until I get caught up or feel like you all have had enough. So today is the first of May, I am sitting in my new flat, and getting a late start because of the festival that I went to last night. I had to move flats because the one on Thistle St. was sold and the new owners wanted to live in it themselves. Part of my responsibility while I was there was to show it to potential buyers and in return I received discounted rent. Everyone was happy it sold. So as a result I had to find a new flat. Luckily a fellow American I work with was heading back to the states and I was able to take over his lease. His flat was in a great location on Robertson’s close. I have moved from New Town to Old Town, a difference of about 300 years in architecture. It is and amazing city to say the least. I will stay here until my work visa runs out in June. Then who knows what is next. I want to make a trip home but the airfare right now is extremely high. We’ll cross that bridge when it comes. And what have I been doing to save up while I have been here? Lots of things to say the least.
From the time I got here I have been working for a temp agency. Working hospitality at night and tending bar at sports events etc. It is great because I set my own hours and am paid weekly without being taxed. As far as more stable work I have been selling men’s clothing at Ted Baker during the days and pouring pints at night at Thistle St. Bar. II put my final shift in at Ted last Saturday. I loved the people I worked with but I was easily bored as foot flow through our store during the week was a little slow. As for pub work, I am loving it. I work at Thistle St. Bar. It was exactly 11 doors down from my flat so the commute was easy to say the least. It is a very small but fun pub. There is a group of locals that you can count on seeing every night. And they aren’t afraid to take the mick out of you. (Essentially make fun of you) But it’s just there way of showing approval and the only thing you can do is laugh with them. I have been enjoying this job and always look forward to going in. I just hope I can get a few more hours there as I am done at Ted. I am looking forward to a relaxing a week or two as I have been working 50 to 60 hours a week. It is necessary as minimum is 5.52 pounds/hour. Enough to live on put tough to save up. I am comfortable now and am looking forward to seeing more of Scotland, which I started last night.
I had heard of a festival of fire from an old couch surfing friend and matt had heard about it as well. It is called the Beltane Festival (www.beltane.org) and it is a festival of fire to bring in spring/summer and leave winter behind. It involves a procession of fire, and ritual dances. It was a great experience to say the least. It takes place on Calton Hill where a large cluster of monuments are and is attended between 15 and 20,000 people. It was a great time and as expected in Edinburgh, it rained which only added to the experience. I look forward to attending more events like this. I’ll try and post soon, no guaranties. I miss you all and look to hearing comments from all of you!

Scotland

December 30-January 5, 2008

So getting out of Norway proved a little more difficult than we had planned. We woke up at the train station, wondered to the bus station and bought our tickets to the airport. Matt checked in without any problems but I on the other hand wasn’t so lucky. I tried the electronic kiosks, I went to the baggage check in, and finally the main Ryan Air desk and they had no record of a ticket in my name. Matt knew he had booked two so he jumped on line to see what the deal was. This was when he discovered that he had booked 2 tickets in his name and none in mine. So now we knew the problem and getting it corrected was the next step. Change a name on the ticket the day of the flight, no problem sir that will just be 820 Kroners! Yikes, the entire first ticket cost less than 500 Kroners. We tried to explain the error Matt had made but there was no budging, I paid the fee and off we went to a two and a half hour delayed flight.
When we landed in Glasgow, a.k.a. Prestwick, Ryan Air’s airport an hour away from Glasgow a taxi was our only option as the busses and trains had stopped running. We checked our options and Patricia’s Bed and Breakfast for 25 pounds was our best option and it was only a grumpy taxi’s 5 minute ride away. We went to the Red lion down the street and enjoyed our first pints in Scotland. We wondered around in and out of pubs in Prestwick realizing that they had a quite different feel than Ireland. No barstools at the bar, people don’t say hi as often, bright lights, and worst of all the Guinness wasn’t as tasty. It will take some getting used to but I am positive that Matt and I will adjust. We ended the night with Cantonese take-away and turned in. Breakfast was scheduled at nine and Patricia was a very gracious host. She gave us all kinds of pointers and had us on the road by 10. As the B+B’s are usually homes with the extra rooms rented out they want you out as early as possible so that they can go on with their daily routine as well. We took a quick walk through Prestwick and caught the train to Glasgow. It was about 45 minutes and no one ever came through to take our money so we lucked out and got a free ride.
Upon arrival to Glasgow we walked down the shop streets and headed to the bus station to make sure we got to Edinburgh in time to drop off our packs at our hosts and head to Hogmany (A Scottish festival to bring in the New Year). Busses were leaving every 15 minutes as it was estimated that over 500,000 people head to Edinburgh for the street party. We waited in line and off we went. We got there in about 45 minutes and the bus just dumped us on a side street as the driver said there was no way he was going to wait in all the traffic to get to the bus depot. No problem for us. We grabbed our packs and found a local pub called the Rutland to enjoy a pint and get a hold of our Couch Surfing host Alex for the night. The pub was in a perfect location at the foot of the castle and we got a table in a glass patio type area that had a perfect view we were told for the fireworks at midnight. We continued to drink and talk to the patrons who were coming and going before they headed to the street party. We had planned to go as well but didn’t realize you had to buy tickets in advance. No problem we decided we’d stay at the Rutland. We had a great night, met a lot of nice British and brought in the New Year with a perfect view of the fireworks over the castle. We then grabbed our packs and headed to find a place as we never did get a hold of Alex.
Finding a place knew was going to be impossible as I had tried to book a hostel three months ago only to find them full. We walked through the streets talking to the party goers and having a blast. We checked every hostel, B&B, and hotel along the way. Everything was full. No problem we decided we would sleep in the entry way to a hostel. It was about 4 am by this point and place was a good place to sleep. As we settled in to the West End Hostels entry way some guest came and insisted we at least move to the lounge for the rest of the night. We did and about a half hour later the receptionist asked what we needed. I said two beds and she said they were full and to move along. She then promptly went to bed. We continued to sleep there until two people left for an early flight to Paris. A friendly Brazilian guy then came and got us from the room and told us to crash there as no one else in the room would care. It was nice to have a bed and we then crashed until about 3 the next day. Not bad for not having to pay. We then went and got some coffee and got in touch with Alex, as his phone had died the night before. We went to stay at his place, knowing that the next day we had to start the fun process of immigrating to another country once again!
This process was delayed a day as the Bunac office was closed. Matt and I thus decided we would go get new shoes as ours had both developed distinctive odors lately. We checked every shoes store on Princes Street in Edinburgh. Hour after hour of no luck, I apparently have enormous feet as none of the stores had shoes in my size. Finally the last store of the day we both found pairs we liked and they were on sale for 20 pounds so we weren’t out much. Next we went back to Alex’s place packed up and headed to our next surfing hosts place. Debbi lived across the meadow which was about a 20 minute walk. She had an amazing place, with one downside, her heating was broke. It was never freezing but an extra layer of clothes was in order. By our second night though the heating and thus hot water for showers had been fixed. We cooked dinner and enjoyed wine the first three nights we were there. It was nice and I felt at home there. It is amazing what a brilliant idea couch surfing is, and I just can’t get over it. After our third night we packed up and headed to catch a bus towards the east Midland’s airport. We said our good byes and headed out to the bus station.
“How much for a ticket to New castle,” I asked? “15 pounds.” “And when does it leave?” “11 o’clock, tomorrow!” That was the beginning and end of our trying to catch a bus anywhere in the UK from Edinburgh that day. We headed to find an internet connection to see what our options were. Busses anywhere all left the next morning. Trains were all too expensive. We then tried to find hostels for the next night only to find that they were a minimum of 20 pounds. This is when Matt perked up and said, “Looks like we can catch a flight to Portugal for about 35 pounds.” We debated it and realized that cost of living was a lot cheaper and that we would pry be money ahead if we went there. I was skeptical and hesitant, but in the end booked the ticket. We called Debbi and asked if we could crash one more night and possibly leave our packs at her place for the 12 days we would be gone. She was more than glad to help out. It is people as willing to help travelers like us that make the Couch Surfing project is successful. And so as I write this I am lying in an apartment that I paid 15 Euros for last night. I am enjoying the mild climate and hoping that the Portuguese sun will peek through in the next couple days! Saudi (Portuguese cheers) until next time!

Norway

December 26-30 2007

So it is a realization that the when I hit the road traveling that I tend to neglect my blog. This is probably the worst time to do so as it is when the most exciting things are happening. So when I last signed on I was just getting ready to head to Galway for Christmas. It was a great time with all my friends. The cooking went great other than the turkey taking about three hours longer than anticipated. It is just one of those things you just half to deal with. As planned by a group of us we went to the diving peer and jumped into the Atlantic Ocean. The water couldn’t have been more than 3 or 4 degrees Celsius. It was freezing but another activity I can say I have done. Christmas night I hung out and said good bye to all my friends in the Galway area. I got about two hours sleep and then headed to the airport. Here Matt and I had our last pints of Guinness and shot of Irish whisky while in its home land. It had been an unforgettable 4 months and the time has flown by. 4 days in
Olso should be a good start to the travels again.

When we landed and exited the plain it was warmer than I thought it would be. It was about 1 degree C. We got our luggage and asked if it was possible to walk to city centre Oslo from the airport. The information desk laughed and said you must be flying Ryan Air. We indeed were and found out that the airport we were at was 2 hours south of Oslo by train. We had been duped as many before us by a cheap online flight. We caught the bus to the train station and bought our train tickets. This was the first of many Norwegian experiences that would hurt the bank account. The train ticket was about 300 Kroners. There are about 8 kroners to a euro. I’ll let you do the math as I hate thinking about it. Luckily some of the expense of Norway was to be offset by not having to pay for accommodation as we would be couch surfing in Jessheim. We made our way to our host flat and made several friends along the way. Our huge packs are always a dead giveaway. One group bought us beers and the other grabbed our phone and talked to our host to get the final directions to his house. The people are quite friendly. That night we went out to the local bars, danced it up and had a great night. I also bought a 300 gram hamburger and fries on the way home that I couldn’t finish on my own. I passed out early and slept in. By the time the apartment came to life most of the day’s daylight had passed. The sun rises around 9:30 and has pretty much set at 4. It is odd having so much darkness and it was fun, but not something I could get used to. We took it easy and got that night and got up early to catch the train to Oslo.

Our plan was to take the Oslo-Bergen route as it is touted as one of the most beautiful train rides in the world. Sadly on arrival to the depot we found out that the train was sold out. We would have to catch the next train at 2 and most of the 8 hour ride would be in the dark. We contemplated what our options were and before too long I had figured out a great day trip that would allow us to take in all the wonders of the country. We would embark on a Norway in a Nutshell tour the next morning. We started on an hour long bus ride through a curvy road, views not possible due to the snow and fog, took a 2 hour plus ferry ride through one of the narrowest fjords in the world, and take the Flamsbana train which rises just under 900 meters in 22 kilometers and has 22 tunnels as it zig zags up the mountain. With the amount of time we had it was our best option and the views we saw changed our opinion of Norway. The snow covered mountains you could see from the ferry ride were spectacular and the train ride had one beautiful landscape after another including a brief stop at a waterfall. I got a lot of great photos until I dropped my camera, ending it’s tenure on this trip. That night we ended up back in Oslo. To save money, we slept in the train station, only getting asked to move along once. It the end it was a lot more expensive trip than planned, but worth it due to the countries breath taking country side! Next stop…Scotland.

Reality of leaving Delphi

23/12/2007
So it is my last night at the good ol’ Delphi Lodge. It is 1 am in the morning, I am lying in bed with my new dog YoYo asleep by the door, but I can’t seem to sleep. I think it is the excitement of what lies ahead and the sadness of leaving a place that reminds me of home. The last few nights I have been dining with the owner and his family, which grows daily as his parents, brothers, nieces, and nephews all arrive. The main entertainment is just what it would be at home, lots of good wine, food, and conversation. The mains the last 3 nights have been leg of lamb, mussels, and shepherd’s pie. All meals conclude with great desserts and for a first time in my life a cheese course. It seems a little strange to finish a meal with cheese but it was very nice. I must say I like this is one of the many reasons that I enjoy dining with the Irish. It is an experience in its self. We start out with drinks in the lounge, move to the dining room for starters, the main, dessert, and then the cheese course. All is filled with lots of fun and light conversations and a glass of wine or five. Couch surfing, how it works, and my experiences has been a big hit. Finally after dinner we move to the library for more conversations, a night cap, and coffee. They take their time and enjoy all the courses and time they have together. It is truly a dining experience I will never forget, and if I get the chance I will take it home with me. We agreed that I am adopting them as my interim family this holiday season. It is made even more official by my new dog. YoYo is a black lab that is about 10 months old. She’ll play fetch with you all day and bring every stick in the yard to your feet. She is energetic and an extremely lovable dog. She has been my shadow for the last week or so and Jane, the owner’s wife thinks the dog is going to have depression when I leave tomorrow. The dog even managed to open the gate, and come across the road to my cottage yesterday as I was doing laundry. I have taught her how to sit, and tried stay, rather unsuccessfully. Tonight she is sleeping by my door just as my lab at home would be if I were there. As is the case with my travels so far, I am excited to leave for the not knowing what will happen next thrills, but sad to leave a place that is so comforting and fun. My six weeks has flown by. I have netted hundreds of salmon, stripped 3, and had countless memories. Delphi Lodge is one place I will visit again. So next it is on to Galway to cook Christmas dinner for my friends. The turkey and ham is in the refridge. I have to get up early in the morning to finish my laundry, pack my bags, and clean the cottage I have made home. No doubt I will be rushed to catch my bus as I never finish early. I also have to buy Matt some oysters and Guinness to celebrate him turning 23 on Friday the 21st of December. I am excited, and as I drift off to sleep I can’t help but get excited about the days ahead, Norway, the UK, Spain, and all the unknowns that make it all worth it! G’night and Cheers!

Update

20/12/2007
It’s been another week and not much is new. I have been enjoying my last few days and opted not to take any days off this week. We did the last of the netting on Wednesday for the year. I really enjoyed this part of my job but the majority of the salmon have run and so we must call it quits. The major focus has been sorting out the hens (female) salmon that are ready to spawn. You can tell because their stomachs are soft to the touch and when you hold them up they look like they have too much skin by their tail fins. It is amazing how simple it is to tell. We go through the tank about once a week to see how many are ready. As of now only about half have been stripped. For the males the only way to tell is to grab one and try milking it. Most of the males are mature by this time of year. We stripped about 70 hens on Monday and Tuesday. And yes I mean we, I stripped the last three. There is a simple technique, but getting the fish to hold still is the toughest part. I was quite excited they let me have a go and I thank Lawrence and Giles for their patience. I’ll go through the fish again on Sunday before I leave for good. I am sad to go. I can’t believe my six weeks is up already.
So this week my excitement came in the form of a pantomime. I went and saw Cinderella. David’s daughter was the lead, and all his kids and wife were a part of the performance. It was hilarious and very well put together. It was everything theatre should be in a small Irish town. I also got to go beating on my first shoot. The lodge host woodcock shootings. David had me crawling though thickets, and blackberry patches along with 7 others to scare the birds out. It was a lot of fun and I have plenty of scrapes from briars to prove it. The hunters only got 4 birds but they had a great weekend getting over 40. They stand on the outside of the timber, and brush and shoot the birds as they leave. It was a good time for everyone and lots fun seeing a few birds.
Today I helped hang some Christmas lights and painted the hatchery. The roof is now on and it is looking very nice. I would say that it will be up and running again in the first weeks of the New Year. That’s all for tonight, cheers!

We are always on a journey

14/12/2007
My days off always fly by too quickly, and for the first time in a month I didn’t want to go back to work. I wanted to stay with my friends, but I knew I couldn’t. I caught a ride back with two coworkers and had to change a flat tire along the way. When we pulled in to the lane to the lodge and odd feeling came over me. I felt like I was at home. It wasn’t as strong as my own lane in Monticello, but it was similar and it felt great. It’s funny that as soon as I start to feel at home, my time is up and I’ll be moving on. I’m excited and anxious, and nervous all over again. And when I finally feel that I have traveled enough, I will have an extreme comfort of going home. And there will be no feeling like it when I pull in to my lane at home. But at that time I know it will only be the end of this journey and the begining of the next.

Why do we travel?

13/12/2007

So today was a great day back at work at the fishery. I spent Monday night, Tuesday and Wednesday in Galway with Matt and my friends from, Australia, Canada, South Africa, and Ireland. It’s amazing how many people are traveling the world just as I am. It is a reassuring feeling that I will forever have friends all around the world. I had a great time although I was sick, once again, for most of it. We went out Monday night and met a great chap from Derry who had just sold his business and was moving to Spain. He was in his mid-forties and you could see he was re-energized by the unknown that was ahead of him in Spain. He was a great addition for the night and he enjoyed hearing our stories of why we were all traveling and where we were from. We enjoyed a few pints and then parted ways, as I do with the majority of people I meet. Small talk is easy, and there is a comfort in meeting new friends knowing they will be shortly lost, all to do it again shortly. And why are we all traveling? Who knows, the answer is probably a little different for all of us. Holiday, adventure, love, just to get away, a job offer, not wanting to get a real job are all possibilities. No matter what reason it is, you discover who you really are. For me the traveling is a result of a friend who put the idea into my head and I said why not. I also didn’t want a real job. I got super stressed at first and have been amazed at how much I love not knowing where I’ll be next, where or if I’ll be working. But all of it makes me realize that in the end, the reason I am so comfortable traveling is that I know I can go home at any point. And home will be that much more special because I’ve traveled. I always knew I enjoyed farming and never guessed I would miss the field work as much as I have. Farming salmon has been a thrill but no replacement for working beside my brother, dad, and grandpa. When at field work is on, no one at the farm may admit it, but you always hope the tractor needs to be refueled so you can head to Grandma’s house and grab a little lunch, or when mom hands your dinner in a pie tin and milk in a pint jar over the fence because you don’t have time to come in for dinner. It can’t be replaced. Just as the travels I am making and people I am meeting can never be replaced.