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fun·gi·ble (fnj-bl) adj. 1. Law. Returnable or negotiable in kind or by substitution, as a quantity of grain for an equal amount of the same kind of grain. 2. Interchangeable.

Saturday, July 22, 2006

He who has great pictures, also has great responsibility...

to post those pictures!

Well, I'm now mostly home - yesterday was a rediculously long day (flew over a quarter of the way around the world, dontcha know) and now am dealing with some jet lag. I think I'll overcome it sooner and easier than I did going oevr there, but it'll still take the whole weekend, and monday may be rough.

Regarding pictures, I have decided that the most straight forward route is to simply wait until Sunday or Monday and post those pictures from my home computer. It's pertty zippy (compared to some of the dogs I've been using while travelling) and I can actually download the images to my hard drive as opposed to nicking them from the camera all the time - I expect this will make the entire process easier.

I will be posting dozens of pictures as well, because I do appreciate that I was not able to muster a single photo while I completed the Contiki portion. What can I say? Boggin' ain't ez.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Pictures? We don't need no steekin' pictures!

I think the title sums it up nicely. What actually happened is that Gillian went off to see cultural stuff, and I came back to the cafe to finally post pictures. Well, I'll give you one guess as to who has the camera.

However, it's not a total loss. In lieu of pictures, I present you with some ascii art.

Here's one of me in a crowd (I'm the one smiling):
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Here's me on the bus (we're at the front, Gillian is sleeping beside me):
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I've got more...but maybe you would prefer to see the real thing. I strongly suspect that I won't be able to post anything until Yellowknife now, but one never knows.

'Til next time.

Monday, July 17, 2006

And over here, we have the brains...

Specifically, Florence is where the brains are (or were). In particular, residents include Galileo Galilei, Niccolo Machiavelli, Leonardo da Vinci, Michelangelo, Dante, Donatello and Raphael. Basically, without Florence, we would have no Ninja Turtles; where would we be then?

Venice was a bit of an anti-climax. The center of Venice (and I imagine most of the city) is pedestrianized - so there are no cars anywhere. Obviously, that means there are a lot of boats. But I wasn't in Venice fort the transportation - I had two things that I really wanted to do in Venice: first was to upgrade from my current luggage - a duffle bag - to something more suitcasey. The second thing to do was to find an internet cafe and post some photos.

On both accounts, I failed. At a glance, Venice appears to have little besides fantastically expensive restaurants, fantastically expensive hotels, fanatistically expensive glass stores and fantasically expensive handbag stores. Well, that's perhaps not entirely accurate; there are cheaper versions of all those products (except the hotels), but you're not getting the "real" thing from the cheap guys, and depending on who you buy from, you can get ticketted and thrown in jail. Something to be avoided to be certain.

Venice in general is very noisy and crowded.

One interesting thing that I saw in Venice that I hadn't seen before was people dressed up as statues. Some street performers were dressed realistically enough that, when they were standing still (in a suitably statue-esque pose), most people strolled past without a glance, and then did a double-take when the statue started blowing kisses at them.

At the end of the day, I left Venice utterly exhausted and somewhat cranky. The busride to Florence (via Pisa) was nice, because it gave a chance to relax.

Pisa is one big gypsy-fest, and a condemned building. Worth a stop, to say you've been there, but I wouldn't even recommend staying overnight at a hotel.

Maybe I'm sounding a little down on Italy. Overall, I'm sure it's great and lots of culture and history and all that, but I'm just not all that into it, I'm finding. Maybe the pace of the trip and the heat is starting to wear me down a little. Oh well.

Earlier today, we made it to Florence. Florence seems nicer, and apparently, the shopping here is great, which should make the above referenced suitcase hunt easier. Obviously, the internet is easier to access here, and it looks like I'll be able to upload some pictures (finally!), from the cafe I'm at now, tomorrow.

Although, as anyone who reads this knows already, only time will tell. Any pictures I post tomorrow could well be the last during the actual trip, with a final post made from Yellowknife showing everything since.

And it aggravates me when people give italian salutations when they have visited Italy, so I'll just say so long.

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Arrividerci. I couldn't help myself.

Saturday, July 15, 2006

When the moon hits your eye...

...like a big pizza pie, that's amore!

I've made it to Venice, which is quite warm. Over the past few days, we have travelled from Paris to Lucerne to Lichenstein (sp?) to Munich to Innsbruk to Verona to Venice. A lot of hours on the bus and a lot of great food at pretty much every stop.

It's late now, and I discovered (after waiting for until 1 am to get on a computer) that the computer will not allow the camera to be added as a device, which means no pictures...for now. There is an internet cafe that I will be able to access tomorrow (with AC!), so I will post from there. In the mean time, I need to get to sleep so that I am not a zombie come morning.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Ah, Paris - C'est magnifique.

Here I sit in a small Paris internet cafe, blogging without a camera. I've spent the day looking for and then hanging out with an old friend of mine from Yellowknife who moved to Norway some years ago.

Paris is a great town, and pretty easy to get around in as well. Maybe I would feel differently if I lived here, but the subway is really effective in getting me from any part of the city to any other part, and I don't find it all that confusing either; just double-check the train is going in the correct direction and then hop on.

Because my day is spend mainly slumming and Gillian is at the Louvre, you can guess who has the camera. Hopefully tomorrow I will be able to post some more pictures - I think I've got about 4 days to make up for by this point. On the other hand, tomorrow, we're off to Lucerne, so depending on travel times, that may not be terribly likely.

Let me talk briefly about Paris. First of all: the French sure know how to build impressive buildings. We've seen the Military School that Napolean attended, the Eiffel Tower, we did a few rounds of the traffic circle arounf the Arc d'Triomphe, we went down the Champs Elysee, we saw the outside of the Louvre, the Paris Opera house (setting and inspiration of the Phantom of the Opera), the Assemble Nationale, Place de la Concorde (where all the executions of the French Revolution took place), Notre Dame (which took 250 (!!) years to build), and plenty more. We saw where Hitler danced a jig upon capturing Paris. Yep, Paris is one impressive town with crazy history. Did you know that during WWII, before Paris fell, the French put their German prisoners in buildings close to Notre Dame, so that the Germans wouldn't bomb the cathedral? Crazy.

Tonight, I'm off to see the Moulin Rouge.

At any rate, I've got to run now, but I'll keep posting text or pictures as conditions permit. See y'all in Lucerne.

Sunday, July 09, 2006

Despite the rumours, London bridge is just fine.

So here we are in sunny-cloudy-rainy-sunny-windy-cloudy-etc London. In the past two days we have been privy to two seperate Bristow family gatherings. I have to say that the frenetic pace of London is almost relaxing in comparison :). Today we took in both the Cabinet War Rooms (my choice) and the National Gallery (Gillian's choice). Pictures weren't taken in either museum, so all we will be able to post (when we are again able to post pics) will be general London area photos.

We will be able to post a few clever pics of the changing of the guard though, outside Buckingham Palace. We also meandered past 10 Downing Street, which bears a passing resemblance to a prison with luxury cars out front - this is more a comment on the large imposing walls and the plethora of heavily armed guards. To their credit, they seem to be very friendly.

That takes me to the reason that there are no photos in this post. The internet cafe we are at has very helpfully provided USB ports for customer use and then very unhelpfully disabled them. I am not enjoying my easyInternetCafe experience. If you happen to be near one and need to use the net, go somewhere else.

Well, that's all for me. To placate Erin (read the comments), Gillian has been coerced into writing this:

I am having a great, but exhausting day in London and I am looking forward to our Lamb dinner at first cousin (once removed) Hazel's house in London.

Still, with all the business, I still wonder how Erin's date with the hot Italian flight attendant, Antonio, went. Drop me a line, Erin, and let me know.

Kisses everyone!

Thursday, July 06, 2006

90 years ago today...


My grandmother was born. So we thought we'd have a cake.


But let's not get ahead of ourselves just yet. Yesterday was our first full day in Hythe, and what a great day it was! Gillian and I had breakfast at the Saltwood Cafe which, incidentally, was huge.
Me, being full, at the Saltwood.
High Street in Hythe. "High Streets" are much like main streets on the western side of the Atlantic.
Mimi's house.
The crypt at the local church. The one on the left looks like my mum! :D
In the evening, there was a concert played on the Canal. Here is the Royal Ghurka band playing.
And the fireworks finale. It was really, really good.

Oh, and my aunt Sue complained about the picture of her that I put up on the Blog earlier (taken at Towanroath). So, I have decided to dedicate a whole post to her, in the very near future. Any Bristow blog-watchers in particular, keep your eyes here for an up and coming Sue-stravaganza.