Travel Stories and Other Adventures
Quietly, I waited without a move. The next attack on the castle walls was imminent, but I didn’t know exactly when it would be. Locked and loaded, I aimed and was ready to fire.
Continue reading “Storming the Grand Turk’s Castle”
Suppose you were on a scavenger hunt. And suppose they challenged you to find, in the same room, a knight in shining armor and a polar bear. Where would you go?
Yes, there is a monster hidden in this post somewhere. But first, the battlefield.
O ye’ll tak’ the high road, and I’ll tak’ the low road,
And I’ll be in Scotland a’fore ye,
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.
There’s a good chance you’ve heard this chorus before, and perhaps have even sung it. And there’s a fair chance you thought it a sweet, wistful song about some poor Scottish lad breaking up with his sweetheart and rueing the occasion. But the backstory isn’t quite so sweet.
There is a town in Northern Ireland that has an identity crisis. It doesn’t know whether to call itself Derry or Londonderry. But why?
At first cut, the idea of combining fine leaded glass crystal and Vikings doesn’t make a lot of sense. What good is a Viking with a glass jaw?
In my last post, I riffed on variations of a single picture of tulips using “Virtual Paint“. In this post, we’ll explore how many different varieties of tulips can be found in one special place.
And if that’s too boring, just enjoy all the bright colors.
The feeling was surreal.
Manco Inca Yupanqui, king of the Inca people and general of the armies, looked down the steep terraces on Ollantaytambo at the oncoming Spanish army. “Fire!”, he said to his archers. But the Spanish kept coming. It was January 1537.
Continue reading “Crop Circles, Fortresses, and Inca Warriors”
In our welcome meeting, our guide promised that they wouldn’t spring any mystery foods on us, then tell us after what we’d eaten.
He lied.
