Smelly Freight Elevators

So we didn't get to take the old freight elevator like the old days
but it was still a good day in the Garden.....even though we lost our
scrimmage

A Boy and His Dream

So the subject line would only be funny if you were on the Staten
Island Ferry with us. Sorry folks

The bottom picture is from Ground Zero. The gentleman on the left held our guys' attention for around 10-15 minutes giving them history about 9/11 and the new developments in the area. He was one of the most dynamic speakers I've ever seen.

DO

Possibly the creepiest car sales ad I've ever seen

Who knew Donnie Osmond was a car salesmen on the side?

Yeah, good point, on the side of what?

Grate Thought

Ok so I know by now you must be thinking, "Brian is one of the
greatest thinkers and writers of our time.".

Why, thanks. That means a lot coming from such a well-known
literary critic.

With that being said, I couldn't help but think how many things are
dropped through these types of grates in cities. I thought that as my
hands suddenly became sweaty while walking over this grate. But think
about it......phones, iPods, wallets and other valuable things like
toothpicks and safety pins must routinely fall through these on a
daily basis.

And what happens to them? Do city workers do the right thing and
find the rightful owner?

I'm sure they do

On a related note, how does one "mark" sarcasm when writing?

Oh, update on the trip.....just hopped on the 1 train and heading to
ground zero then maybe the Staten Island ferry. We are scrimmaging
Bishop England in the Garden at 2.

The Garden

Made it into the Garden. Cal getting smoked by 20 at the moment. The
'Cuse is pretty good

ESPN

The guys in the ESPN zone, times square.

Chap's Alive!!!

......and this is the best pizza you'll ever have in NYC....

Ok well i don't want to speak for you so let me say this is the best
pizza IVE ever had in NYC

Also, just got a call from Chap. He's back from Costa Rica and will
be on his way to Macedonia tomorrow. The story continues!!!

P

Must be about time for pud....

Pockets

This guy stopped short of asking for an autograph at least

DF

Derek Fisher on the subway.....incognito in glasses

In the city

Smells

Ok so is there anything that smells better in an airport than a
Cinnabon location? I'll answer for you, "no"

New York City?

I think even my alarm clock was thinking, "it's too early"

Oh and one side note, if you're picking up the Ridge View basketball
team, would either A) pick them up from Ridge View High School or B)
pick them up from Spring Valley High School. This question just may
be tougher than you think......

Live Local News

Live Local News

Columbia SC news stations begin their live local news shows at 5am.
At first, I thought, "Wow, that's early and I doubt anyone watches
that." But now that I get up at 5ish during the week, I appreciate
Curtis Wilson and Nat Roers being there to tell me what's going on in
Columbia, which of course usually is not too much. But this morning
as I was roused at 4:03 AM, I noticed a lively voice on the TV talking
about the current weather conditions in Indy. Quite amazing that a
news show would be live at 4 AM and actually be good and informative.
But I guess that's what you find in a progressive city.

Don't get me wrong. I like Columbia. Heck, I may even love it. But
there is a certain charm about a city that seems to be on the same
page in a lot of ways. There's always a new building that has been
built since my last visit(this time it was a phenomenal addition to
their library.....last time was Lucas Oil Stadium which is still
unreal) there are always plans to revitalize an area or some thing
else cool going on in the city. Indy just simply has it going on.

Maybe I feel this way about Indy because my guide for the weekend
knows everything there is to know about her city. And there's a lot
to know. Working for the Chamber has served her well but I would
imagine that the Chamber is esctactic to have her serving with them.
If there was ever a picture of Midwestern hospitality it would be Alane.

As I expected, I still love Indy. I look forward to coming back in
April for the Final Four and seeing what is new in the city and what
it has in store for me.

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Yeah

.....she's laughing at my lack of hair

Day 2

Found this on Branden's fridge last night while we celebrated his 30th
birthday. What's that? Yes. That's correct. Last night was the
first time I met Branden.

What a great crew though. Thoroughly enjoyed myself hanging out with
the many Butler University grads in the house.

Brickyard Crossing golf course. Inside the IMS

BF

Butler Fieldhouse!!!

Two Things

This airport is awesome.

The dude holding the sign has to be "Class Checker of the Year"

Yes, America, Stuart Scott's lazy eye is even grander in person

Ok so the definition of 3G in DC is slightly different than in Columbia. And by "slightly faster" I mean "wow this thing is fast"

BW

Looking like Bill Waldrop really never entered my mind.....that is,
until I agreed to shave my head if the boys won region this year.

The top picture is a result of allowing the guys to shave my head. I
kept this look for several hours and must say got some hilarious looks
from people that I know and people I don't.

But alas I had to shave it all the way to remain somewhat professional

Probably could have timed it better than to shave my head before
heading north...but a victory is a victory and a promise is a promise.

Also, a receding hairline is a receding hairline

Rollers

Have I ever given you my thoughts on rolling carry-on bags or rolling
bookbags?

Well let me tell you that I'm not a fan. But before I do expound on
that, let me welcome you to "roseoverexposed travels to Indy." I
couldn't be more excited and I can tell you are too. I mean who is
reading this blog about my travels to one of the greatest cities ever?

Anyway, rolling bags are where I draw the line in my bag purchases.
And yes. I do draw a literal line in the baggage store.

I would rather carry a 121 pound(yes I spelled out "pound" because I
wasn't sure whether to use "lb." or "lbs.") and have a sore shoulder
than to be seen with a rolling bag. Don't get me wrong, if you're a
person that employs the use of a rolling bag.....more power to you.
No literally of course as all you have to do is roll a bag but you
know what I mean.

For some reason I think I would be considered weaker or less of a man
if I used rolling bags.....as if writing a blog from the CAE terminal
makes me more of a man.

And why did I feel compelled to place hyphen in carry-on and not
bookbags?

Off to Indy!

Indy Trip #3

10-24-09

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Sing it, Bruce

Backstage with Bruce Hornsby. Thanks to Brett for this!

Final Thoughts

While it is still fresh in my mind, I wanted to get some thoughts down
about this trip.

First, did I enjoy myself? Yes.
Am I glad I did it? No question, yes.
Did I make mistakes? Without a doubt.

Most everywhere I went people asked me what the highlight of my trip
was, and my response has been my initial swing through Ireland and
Scotland. Over time that may still prove to be true, however, I must
say that the entire experience from planning, to prodding, to
implementation, to completion has been the highlight.

I told Beth last night and when I first arrived that I could tell
Barcelona was going to be a great place for my journey to end. That
couldn't be more true.

This trip stretched me as a person and allowed me to see how I can act
away from the comfort of Columbia. Some things I liked, others I
didn't.

It goes without saying, but this trip was made by the people that were
around me. And being that I travelled solo I had to find people to be
around. That's why I say the first week was amazing. The Irish and
Scottish people were incredible and the people from other countries
that i met while in ireland ad scotland were amazing as well. I know
now that if I do this again that I will spend time in smaller towns or
seek out locals that are welcoming and want to learn as much from me
as I want to learn from them.

The reason I consider Barcelona a perfect last stop is that I was able
to hang out with a friend for a day and a half that is living it. I
mean really living it. Beth has dove(or is it dived?) head first into
Spain and the Spanish culture and it's amazing to see. Here's a
person that is open to making decisions that go against the norm of
being an American and especially being raised in the south and she's
thriving. She's learning new things everyday and is growing beyond
belief. Quite encouraging for me to see. Thanks so much to her,
Andreu and Andrino for welcoming me like they did.

Best memory? Getting to know local people at the stops I made along
the way.
People like:
David at Doolin Hostel
Stephen and Aileen Browning, The Springs, Tobias and Julianna at
Castle Hostel in Tralee
Miles, Brenda, David, Deidre, Brian, and Dylan in Waterville
Felix and Anka playing golf in Waterville
Marilyn and Bill Burns in Stranraer
Ryan Simpson in Turnberry
Lucy and Jacque in London
Beth, Andreu and Andriano in Barcelona

Favorite moment? Right now, definitely playing music in Waterville.
That was unreal. Still can't believe that actually happened.

Dumbest move? Without a doubt missing my flight this morning. Wow

Best transportation siting? Probably the train ride from Edinburgh
to London. It was for hours of great scenery and wifi. Sounds like a
small deal but I was able to learn about the places I was passing as I
passed them. Quite cool. How did I know what I was passing? Yes,
Blas, this phone has GPS.

Worst moment? Hmmm that's a tough one. I didn't ever have a "bad"
time or a moment where I said "get me outta here."

Things I'm glad I did?
-The waking tour of London
-Walking to the top of St. Paul's Cathedral
-The bike tours of Paris and Barcelona(give you a great chance to
really see the city AND almost get hit by cars in the process)
-Visiting the Cliffs of Moher
-Going to two days of the British Open
-Sleeping on a Scottish beach
-Playing two great courses in Ireland
-Being open to meeting new and different types of people
-Maintaining this blog
-Seeing the major sites in London and Paris
-Riding the subways after finally figuring out the route systems

Thanks again to you the reader. The feedback I've received throughout
has been quite fun and inspiring. Hopefully you derived as much
enjoyment from reading this as I did from writing it.

Until next year....

It's 1:18 AM Somewhere

Yep, lightning is crackalackin all around us here on the Tarmac in
Philly. Grounded for a while.

And yes even though the local clock says 7:18pm I can only think that
I'm actually on 1:18am time right now

To say I'm a little off would be a slight understatement.

Hey hey hey.....You know what I mean. I'm a little off on the time.
You know what? Nevermind. I'm tired of your snide comments

Good word...snide

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In Flight Patience

Undoubtedly on each flight numerous people will get caught in a
somewhat awkward waiting area in the aisle while either a flight
attendant has snuck in between them and their seat whilst they went to
the bathroom or someone is trying to dig out the latest issue of
"Metal Detector Magizine" from the overhead compartment. I must say
that is quite unnatural for a human to be standing in front of
complete strangers 40,000 feet in the air for this period of time.
And that's another thing, you don't know how long that period of time
will be. It could be a quick stint in the aisle or it could last
upwards of 2-4 minutes depending on the situation and/or the size of
the person you are waiting on.

I propose that the next time you are stuck in this Twilight Zone that
you give the people that are staring at you and living each painful
second with you a reason to look at you. Break into song, give a
speech or soliloquy of some kind or even do some jumping jacks or pull
ups. I think this would be much more entertaining than standing there
crossing your arms and nervously biting your lip

And yes, I used the word "whilst" and "soliloquy" in the same post.

You're welcome.

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Arm Rests

I think arm rests in general don't get enough credit. That goes for
any chair that you are sitting in. But I must send a shout out to the
arm rest on my right that just saved my elbow from some serious pain

The scenario:

I'm sitting in the middle aisle on the far right seat (xx xxo xx I'm
sitting in the o) and the flight attendant was pushing the drink cart
up the aisle towards the back of the plane as is customary in this
hemisphere(as well all know, they go the other way I'm the southern
hemisphere but I digress) and no sooner did I formulate a though in my
head about how difficult it must be to actually turn that cart side to
side did she BANG into the armrest. This armrest took it like a man
and I'm thankful to have him/her/it by my side. Yes, I hope you heard
the rimshot.

By the way, will the statment "take it like a man" ever change to:

"take it like a tough person or other entity" or
"take it as though you are incapable of feeling or reacting to pain" or
"I'm not sure if I'll offend you by saying take it like a man so I'll
just say 'go get em tiger or some other seemingly tough wild animal'"

Just something to think about.

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Dilema

Ok so I'm a little hungry. It's 8:00 PM my time so thankfully the
friendly US Airways staff just handed me a Turkey Sandwich on Foccacia
bread. Looks good. However the drink lady is a good 13 rows away.
Do I dig in and risk being uncomfortably thirsty? Or can I be
patient to wait on her?

By the way, what is it about flying that makes you want to get Ginger
ale to drink?

Why is this captain speaking so softly?

Oh, and I didn't wait.....

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The Air Up There

Whatever happened to Minute Bol? He has to be one of the most
underrated actors of all time. I'm just saying.....

In the air somewhere over the Atlantic right now. Relax. Relax.
I'm not posting from here. I'm simply writing a note and will post
when I land. You happy?

It's been a nice flight so far. I slept for about the first hour,
watched 17 Again(that critically acclaimed cinematic adventure
featuring Matthew Perry's character being able to go back and relive
his senior year of high school......quite imaginative plot. Where do
they come up with this original stuff? Some would say that this type
of movie has been done before, but I would say that those that are
saying that are just jealous THEY haven't been able to go back in
time.), and dozed on and off for the past few hours. I'm banking on
that we have about an hour left to Philly.

Speaking of Philly.....that's a pretty solid nickname for a city.
What are the top city nicknames?

Let's see(in no particular order):
1. LA is solid. Saves time. Good name recognition as well
2. Hotlanta is ok. It's fun and all but saves no time really.
3. Sparkle City for Spartanburg sounds nice, but really couldn't be
further from the truth.....although Spartanburg is really making a
nice turnaround. One other problem with this nickname is that it is
one syllable longer than the actual city name.
4. The Queen City for Charlotte. Too long but ok otherwise
5. NYC for New York. It's a big nickname for a big city. I like it.
6. The Sweaty Armpit for Teaneck, NJ. Enough said. Spot on.

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Stateside again......

A Trip of Firsts

This trip expanded my horizons in more ways than one. Check it:

1. This was the first time I've been to Europe. (if you don't count
Denmark, SC that is)
2. This was the first time I've seen a beach where, um.....clothing
was optional
3. This was the first time I've ever slept on a beach.
4. This was the first time I've met and started friendships with from
Ireland, Scotland, Switzerland, and Spain
5. This was the first time I've ever missed a flight.

Yes, it was bound to happen folks. I stayed on the train to the
airport this morning for just a few too many stops.....a few. I got
so far out of Barcelona that I think I saw Africa. Not sure about
that but wow was I not very bright this morning.

Had to change flights, pay some extra cash but I'm on the plane ready
to go. Actually it's going to be an "easier" day. I'm go straight to
Philly from here and then to Charlotte.

I'm very thankful to be able to get a flight home today. Perish the
thought of staying in Europe one more day......wait.....

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Andrino....DJ to the Stars

It's my last night out of the country. This trip has been a great ride
with many memories good and and bad that have been made. I'll wrap
that up later with a few final posts.

However, I'd like to say a huge thank you to Beth and Andreu for
welcoming me to their city. I had a great day of nike tours, walking
the streets and watching liv music(Andrino, Andreu's friend pictured
playing below). They were all gracious hosts and I thoroughly enjoyed
Barcelona. It was a great place to wrap up this tour

Early morning tomorrow. Gotta catch the train to the airport and then
flying all day back to the States. Gonna stay in Charlotte for the
night then get to Asheville for Bruce Hornsby. Can't wait to see that.

Anyway i'm sure I'll have some updates from the road tomorrow. Have a
goodnight and thanks for reading. This has been a real pleasure to do

Yesterday's Holdup

Didn't want to post this before I left Charles De Gaulle yesterday but
yes, Terence was a bit of a bomb scare there. When I arrived EVERYONE
was out of terminal 2 waiting for clearance to get back in. Maybe
there's a story about it somewhere but I doubt it. That's it. Just
wanted to clear that up for you. Go back to Saved by the Bell
reruns. I'm going to walk La Rambla for a few minutos

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Tengo Barcelona

Great city. The top picture is from right around the corner from
Beth's apartment. I'm staying with her and Selba(bottom picture)
while I'm here. Beth is living a dream and I'm quite jealous of
her. I met Beth through my old roommates while she attended USC
studying French. Yes and now she lives in Barcelona.....teaching
English. Quite an awesome life. Hung out with her and her boyfriend
Andreu last night. Great guy.

Bout to take the Fat Tire bike tour of this city now

More to come...

Noche en Barcelona

We landed coming in over the beach just now, and I've got a sneaky
feeling that I'm going to like Barcelona.

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Missed My Calling

I should have been a psychic or some other person that uses accurate
telling of the future to have a job. (for the record I don't believe
in psychics)

Anyway at 5:32pm I made it through security to await boarding my
plane. Yes folks that's 2:10 worth of waiting. I'll explain more in
a few hours. Gotta run!

At Home

....so to speak. In line with a slew of Spainards. Señor Chappell,
is that correct term? Don't want to offending anyone like the easyjet
checkin lady offended me by calling my bag "an American tourist
bag.". No lie. Well she didn't offend me but she was being
serious. Glad, in part, to be leaving France behind.

Crepe-tastic

Pretty sure I'm addicted to the street Crepe. Imagine something being
made in less than two minutes that fills you up and is reasonbly
priced.....kind of a like a sack full of Krystal burgers.... Well
maybe not but hopefully you get the picture. These things are amazing.

In the Footsteps of R. Langdon

No one ever accused me of being into art. At no point in time has
anyone ever said any of the following statements to me:

1. "Come on Rose, put down that paint brush and let's go play some
ball."
2. "Dude, seriously, all you've done is talk about the color pallette
in this gym. Give it a rest why don't you? We have a game to win here"
3. "For the LAST time, I don't have an opinion on who was the greater
artist, Da Vinci or Monet. Just finish your burger and let's get out
of here"

With that being said, however, I did enjoy my few hours in the Louvre
immensely. Yes there was a point in time while fighting the crowds to
get to the Mona Lisa that I thought I had made a mistake going in.
But once I got away from the crowds, I had a great time admiring the
sculptures, paintings and even the building itself. I'm sure it would
be an even better experience if I had a clue what I was looking at.

On the RER-B train now to Charles De Gualle airport for my flight to
Barcelona. About a 30 minute ride apparently. And oh by the way,
just about every metro ride I've been on has had some sort of musical
"entertainment.". Those are the biggest apostrophes I could find.
These guys don't hold a candle to the original guy with violin from
yesterday. We'll call him Franc

I booked an Easyjet flight for this leg of the journey. I have a
feeling it's not going to be that easy. If you don't know anything
about these budget airlines, just know that they offer flights for as
cheap as 5 euro or even free. However they charge you extra for
everything from carry on luggage to having a heartbeat. Should be
interesting

Coming down to the final stretch of this trek. Feels like only
yesterday I was riding a bicycle through the streets of Paris. Oh
that was yesterday.

Tour de France

That one was too easy

Anyway we finished our bike tour about two hours ago and I was able to
squeeze in the Arc and Notre Dame. Currently I am sitting in one of
paris' 1.2 million parks enjoying some live jazz.....of course it's
french jazz.

Anyway the tour was great. Thanks to Jessica Britt for that suggestion!

We saw many of the main sites except for the Arc and Notre Dame.

I had a VERY IMPORTANT job or as they would say here "muy
importante.". Wait no they wouldn't say that unless they were
Spanish. At any rate I was chosen by our guide to bring up the rear
of the group to help make sure everyone kept up and didn't fall
behind. He said I was the perfect choice. Then he turned to the
group and said something in French that included the word D'arriere in
it. I'm sure it was some sort of French pleasantry

Turns out the guide is from Atlanta. I knew something sounded
familiar when he used the words "y'all" and "yonder" in consecutive
sentences.

Well the concert is apparenty over. Time to go find some grub or as
Parisians would say grubè

Or is it parish? Nevermind. Enough "jokes" for one post.

Fire Charlie Weiss

.....and so was Notre Dame

The outside is even more stunning at night

Did i just say stunning?

Supersize

Yeah the Arc was worth the trip

Have Violin....

Will Hop on the Metro and Play......

He was actually pretty good

Doors opened. He steps on. Says "bonjour(which i guess is a type of
mustard) and starts playing

That's It?????

Just kidding. RIDICULOUS.....phenominal. You gotta see this. Just
gotta

Bout to take a motorcycle tour of Paris. Oh. It's not that type of
bike? A bicycling type bike you say? Oh. Ok. Well still cool I
guess

Abdul the Moroccan Cabbie

Well I must say that I've had some good practice the past few years
understanding Moroccans.....tonight was no exception as the cab driver
I got in Paris was a Moroccan native. Moo Moo, you would be proud.
He says to tell you hello!

Now you may be wondering, "What kind of backpacker takes cabs?" Valid
question, Mrs. Kester. However I must say that it was a bit warranted
once I got out of the train station and then looked at the subway map
and THEN tried to buy a ticket. Maybe I threw in the towel a bit
early but I'm glad I did. What a gorgeous city and what a great cab
ride. I have no idea where I am in the city but I ended up having to
get a budget hotel as the hostel I was banking on is full tonight.

Touring the city tomorrow. And yes, Dave(and others that suggested
it) I GOTTA see Notre Dame. I don't think I've ever seen a cooler
looking place than that in my life. Ok well maybe the gym at RVHS
comes close.....

Goodnight

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Top Down

View from the very top of the down to where that last picture came from

Thunder Dome

Inside the dome at St. Paul's. 365 feet high if I'm correct.
Unreal site

Windy

Been quite a day. Been on the run since I woke up. Took a waking
tour of London with a free tour company. Great stuff and say some
cool things. Extended out myself and walk the Thames River and then
over to St. Paul's Cathedral. What a site this place is. I walked
to the top dome and that's where this picture is from. Just a touch
on th windy side up but it hasti offer the best view of the city.

Took the tube back near my hostel and I'm on the Eurostar to Paris.
Just crossed into France.

Chalk up my seatmate as another standoffish french person. Not sure
what the deal is. I guess I'm expecting everyone I meet to be like
the Irish ad they're just not

Oh well. There's a chance I'll hop a night train tonight to somewhere
else but we'll see.

The French

Ok so I'm not going to base my judgement of a people solely on a few
(or three interactions) but the three French people I've met in London
today really just aren't that friendly. I have nothing against them
or anything but I really miss the warmness of the Irish and Scotch
people. I hope Scotch is the correct term.....

Scratch that. My waiter was very nice but the three girls I've met at
the hostel talk to me for about 1 minute and then get rude....mostly
when they find out I'm from the US

And you know what I'm wrong again. Lucy at the reception desk is
French and she was ultra helpful.

Very interesting. Maybe it's just travelling French men and women

Now I'm starting to think it's me and not the beard that's scaring
people off. Or maybe it's because I turn the word "oil" into a three
syallble word.

But alas, Paris is still on the radar for tomorrow. Really thinking
about passin through for the night and catching a night train somewhere.

On another note, everyone I met at the Queen's Head tonight was very
cool. Once they warmed up to me and treated me as a local I had a
great time. At one point my waiter asked me quite inquisitively, "How
did you find this place," as if only locals knew about it. I
explained to him that on my walk to Primrose Park I had noticed the
Queen's Head and it looked like a friendly place with good food(turns
out i was correct). Quite glad I stopped in there and hung out for a
while. The Queen's Head will leave me with fond memories of the Big
Pear as the locals call London

Ok so i completely made that up but I could sooooooo see Londoners
trying to copy "The Big Apple" name like that. Sort of like SV people
and their "copyness."

Goodnight one and all....walking tour of London tomorrow and hopefully
LAUNDRY day.

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.00868 Star Accommodations

My room for the evening at Ashlee House Hostel....10 beds in the room

Repeats

Made it to London and this is a view of the city from Primrose Hill in
te Camden district. According the girl at the hostel this is the best
view of the city and it's FREE. Quite a hike up too. GREAT place to
run hill repeats. We gotta get DG on board for a trip like this for XC.

Anyway sitting at a restaurant eating in Camden. Getting served by a
Frenchman. Apparently mostly locals come here so I feel cool....at
least or the moment. Just go with it.....

Taking a waking tour at 11am tomorrow then hopping under the Channel
to Paris. Anyone want to join?

Follow My Tweed

Lame joke I know but I have officially crossed into England now. How
do i know? My iPhone told me. Yes Blas it has GPS but it drops
calls about as often as Ousmane took himself out of practice.

Anyway, it appears that Lamberton is the official crossover point on
this railway but this is a picture of the River Tweed flowing into the
sea at Tweedmouth(town on the right) and Berwick-Upon-Tweed(town on
left)

The bottom picture is of Alnmouth. Situated on the sea as well and
aptly named Alnmouth as it is at the mouth of the Aln River.

This really is beautiful country. I kind of want to hop of the train
but I think I've seen enoughbof small town Ireland and Scotland. Time
to move on to te bigger places, right? We'll see how wise of a move
this is.

These two towns are in the county of Northumberland(bless
you.....thanks). Check out their website when you get done reading
this bit of literary genius. http://www.visitnorthumberland.com/

They boast of being in the heart of Hadrian's Wall country and also of
having England's LEAST visited national park. Yes....least.

Thanks to My Readers'

Thanks to you guys that have been reading this nonsense and posting
and emailing me throughout my journey! I really appreciate it. This
will be a great way to chronicle my experiences here and I hope that
you are gaining as much enjoyment from reading about my exploits as I
am having participating in them.

I'm on the train to London at the moment. Very fast and smooth. Wifi
on board as well. I'm not used to all this high tech stuff

Anyway. Stay tuned. The next few days promise to be interesting as I
could end up anywhere from Portugal to Germany.

More Americans

This is a post from yesterday that apparently didn't go through:

Combs, once again you're correct. Met some more Americans on the
train from Edinburgh to St. Andrews but interestingly, and to my
surprise, they weren't the friendliest duo.

But I suspect my rough appearance and out of control facial hair
doesn't project the "don't worry I'm friendly and won't take your
money" look.

They were nice enough though. One of them studies at the University
of Edinburgh to get his Phd in history while the other is just
visiting for a spat.

Anywho this is a nice train. Reminds me of the ones in Ireland.
Smooth and more good scenery out the windows.

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First Shave in a Week

And no that's not my hotel room. That's a sink at Waverley Station
Edinburgh.

Don't ask. I know I could have shaved other places but it wasn't
until I got to the station this morning did I have some time to mill
around a bit and I figured, "What better place to shave than a
bathroom in Waverley that I have to pay 30 pence to get into?".

When did the world start charging for using the bathroom, by the way?

I guess they already charge you for other things you need to live
(food, drink, video games, Nike gear) so they might as well charge for
that too.

Picture of Perfection

Hard to see in this picture but this is one of four women that are
going around the 1st and the 18th filling I'm divots. Quite
impressive as the tractor hauling a trailor full of dirt pulled up and
four women jumped out the back and got to work. Oh there is one man
on the crew but he's picking up divots.

I wonder if they're going around all 18 doing this?

By the way...there's no golf on the old course on Sundays.