Another Gorge-us Day in Bled
I should have known that our big travel delay yesterday would mean a ‘compromise’ today. I don’t mean that wimpy 50/50 stuff, no, when we ‘compromise’, it’s either zero/100 or nothing. Here’s how it typically unfolds.
I should have known that our big travel delay yesterday would mean a ‘compromise’ today. I don’t mean that wimpy 50/50 stuff, no, when we ‘compromise’, it’s either zero/100 or nothing. Here’s how it typically unfolds.
They say “be careful what you wish for”. Well, just this morning, I said to Nanette that it would be so much nicer if our trip to Slovenia was along the old roads rather than that big sterile freeway. Well, the wassergersplunkinkonnektor sure fixed that!
I’ve learned three things since we arrived in Munich yesterday – number one, being able to read a map is more important than speaking the language – number two (well really 1a), even when you do get directions from a local, they’re probably missing some bits, and – number three, why goose-step marching is still popular in Europe.
If there’s one word that strikes fear in the heart of even the most seasoned traveller, it’s ‘delayed’ – especially when it’s on one of those big electronic airport signs.
The great thing about independent travel is you get to choose your own adventure. The downside is, when something goes wrong, there’s only you for your wife to blame.
The shark is harder to see now, just a vague dark shape in the water about ten metres offshore. It seems to know that today is not its day. No easy meal of man-flesh, washed into the deep by the raging current.
We once visited a famous, ancient garden in Kyoto, Japan. It only consists of a small courtyard with fifteen rocks, set on little patches of moss, surrounded by carefully raked gravel. Every day, hundreds of visitors come just to sit, in quiet contemplation, looking at the rocks. Some, like me, try to work out the…
It takes commitment to get lost on Galiano Island. Many try, but few really succeed.
I love ferries and reckon it would be great to have one at the bottom of the garden. Except, that’s not very likely when we live inland and far from any waterways.
Every place has a secret side, hidden far from the eyes of prying tourists. After years of searching, I have finally found the “Secret” of Vancouver Island.