Category Archives: Travellin’

Pan-Am.

#100BM Day 101-3

I’m going on a trip next week with R. We’ve known each other for 20 years (and dated for about the first five years of that), but we havent been on a trip together since the 90s, save for daytrips to two or three shows in Montréal. Read More →

Quality time with Photoshop.

#100BM Day 87

I started knitting an adult-sized sweater yesterday with some of the wool I bought in Iceland. Holy crap, grown-ups are too big and their sweaters are gigantic. I’ve knit thousands of stitches so far and I have finished the bottom cuff and about an inch of the main body.

Maybe I will just bind it off and give it to an baby elephant to wear as a headband. Read More →

Pizzles.

#100BM Day 80

Seems a shame to rush an entry about my last full day of vacation, but I have spent a lot of time in my hotel room today (mostly sleeping), so I feel like I should go watch the fireworks that start in about 50 minutes, since I’m not going to be able to sleep while they’re going on anyway. Read More →

Singles by Eddie Murphy.

#100BM Day 79

It’s not quite 9pm, the sun’s not going down for another hour and a bit, and I am ready to crash. Read More →

Hlutir.

#100BM Day 78

Despite being lied to by a station platform sign, and not hearing a corrective announcement because I was listening to music in my headphones, and ending up on a train to Motherwell instead of Glasgow, despite getting ridiculous lostly and turning a 10 minute walk to the airport shuttle into a 30 minute ordeal in the pouring rain, I managed to make it to my plane.

My plane made it into the air.

I am in Iceland, y’all!

As yet, the volcano has not exploded. Fingers crossed.

But I am knackered and sick. I am drinking some local apple/orange/carrot/lemon juice concoction and wishing I had stopped at duty-free for whisky.

Reykjavík is a frickin’ nice town. I do feel guilty because it is SO full of tourists, and English signage, now that the locals must be annoyed, economy bedamned. Here are a couple of photos. I am also posting stuff on Instagram.

August 21 Leif

Leif Erikson, the dude responsible for people settling this fine land, and Hallgrimskirkja, which was covered in scaffolding the last time I was here.

August 21 Tjörnin

Sure, this woman feeding birds by Tjörnin, a giant pond/small lake, is not a huge human, but those are some MASSIVE bastard seagulls.

 

Anyway, walking around, having a fine supper, and marvelling anew at how blue the water is here, what made my day was totally unrelated.

After the plane landed at Keflavík, the passengers were put on two buses to take us to the terminal. I was standing near a very elderly couple from Scotland.

The lady was very chatty, and her husband, who could have braided his very impressive nosehair, didn’t really seem to be paying attention, and kept clicking his dentures in a distracted way that made me think not all marbles were present.

She touched his hair and said ‘Oh no, your hair looks worse than mine!’ (She was wearing a hat, so I can’t confirm.)

‘Eh?’

‘Your hair looks worse than mine.’

‘Oh, stick a fork in it.’

Then they both giggled like little children.

It was a beautiful moment. They’ve probably been married for 50 years and can still gripe at each other and laugh with each other. I’ve been imagining that they are on some kind of second or fifteenth honeymoon. I want to take lessons from them.

Instead, I’m in my miniature hotel room watching ‘The Mindy Project’ on E4. But it’s almost 11 and the sun is finally down (though there’s a glow on the horizon still) and I’m going on a walking tour in the morning. I am pretty excited about sleeping.

Britney Spears.

#100BM Day 76 probably

Back at the flat to eat a grilled cheese sandwich and have a beer that didn’t cost my (theoretical) firstborn. Read More →

Edina.

#100BM Day 74
It’s been a long-ass 24 hours (actually 19). Five cities in three countries to get where I am now: In the kitchen of a student flat, drinking tea, and eating discount bourbon creams. Read More →

Endings.

#100BM Day 44 or thereabouts

Judging by my stats this week, I think that, by virtue of my posting the crap out photos from this trip, no one is reading this, so I could literally say anything here without issue.

But I won’t.

Shout-outs to Jackie and Chris for hauling my arse around, and to Ali for making most of the travellin’ arrangements.

We’re in Lévis again after another long day of driving through mostly beautiful scenery on generally pretty terrible roads.

It had been too long since I listened to Northern Pikes.

The Confederation Bridge is very long, but not very interesting to be on. But it is still astonishing that anyone decided that to build that kind of thing ACROSS A BIT OF OCEAN, though.

Stay here if you’re in Charlottetown. Jay and Carol are very nice and it is incredibly priced given the service.

Even if one has had an icky tummy, a trip to a fromagerie is not to be skipped.

I bought no souvenirs save a four-pack of beer from PEI.

Scores is an essential part of a trip through Quebec.

Beach Chair lager isn’t terrible.

Underwires are murder on an under-tit sunburn.

Saturday nights are for cat gifs and going to bed early.

Melisandre.

#100BM Day 43 or something

Spent much of today at Brackley Beach, which was clearly not hideous. Read More →

P’dayduhs.

100BM Day 42, or something, I lost track

Using a real keyboard to type at a lovely B&B in Charlottetown that Ali found on the intertubes. It was the house of long-ago PEI premier Arthur Peters, who was also a grandson of Samuel Cunard, about whom we learned at the Maritime Museum of the Atlantic in Halifax earlier today, before going to see a recreation of the Hector (a ship that brought the first big group of Scottish settlers to Nova Scotia on one of the most dismal-sounding voyages imaginable) in Pictou, then getting on a ferry to come to PEI. Read More →