Friday, June 22, 2018

Moto Euro with a twist

Yo Homies, I've been a bit quiet recently in blog city except for my images but there are a couple of topics overlooked for you motor heads. For international travelers, they know driving etiquette is a quick essential issue for survival and face saving while visiting foreign lands.

I have two topics today, one covering death defying tunnel techniques and the other of product distribution. First is the discovery of driving on true one lane roads. In the Faroe Islands, their country's road infrastructure cost is half the normal cost because they build remote paved roadways with one lane. The drivers on these slender ribbons of pavement literally share the road by paying attention to the approaching traffic. If you see an approaching vehicle from afar you can roughly calculate when to either use the dimly identified pull out or gun it signally the other driver to seek refuge. Surprisingly these roads work well because everyone is considerate except for the fresh tourist quickly acquiring the local road rules.

The above instruction is pretty simple but now take the one lane issue and throw in long narrow wet unlit tunnels into the equation and now you have a very nervous hesitant driver gasping for air. Again first time tunnel traveler must observe under fire what the fuck to do with approaching headlights halfway through the tunnel. First, the road signs I've been ignoring for the last hour now are important. I learned quickly the sign with two arrows designate which vehicle direction has the right a way while the other must use a designated pull off before the avenger kisses your bumper. My first tunnel didn't require me to use the pull out so I sailed through without interruption though on the return the tables turned and as soon as I saw a headlight I dashed for the safety zone which at first pissed off the driver behind because I pulled over too soon. So proper tunnel technique is drive onward and trust that every 100 meters a pull out is available. It only takes a few tunnels to get the swing of things.  One thing is conclusive, Norwegians love to tunnel.
Remote peaceful village with one lane access

Now for the advanced refinement. You're now not baling too quickly but dashing your lights is a must other wise you have the challenger blasting you with their 500,000 candle watt beacon signaling you to shut down you lights but you only douse your headlights and leave your courtesy lamps lit. This is a bit of a task when you are not familiar with the rental car controls so I got a lot of luminary scolding. We had to switch rental cars halfway through the week which required new dashboard knowledge.

If you find yourself going to the Faroe Islands let me know and I give you the complete translated course for one cold beer.


One last item. I'm a closet gear head. I love cars. The design, engineering, and performance are buried into my soul. When we arrived in Oslo and walked to the city train stop, I noticed a couple Tesla fully electric cars. Now for you folks that don't pay attention the automotive industry, these vehicles are not only very sexy, but they haul ass and run without gas. What a dream machine.

These issue here is not that Norway has Teslas, but they have a lot of Teslas. I found out the Norwegian government subsidizes owners by offering no taxes, free parking, no charging cost, and one full body massage each week.  Thats why there is at least one one Tesla on each block. No wonder there is a waiting list in the US for these cars. Is Elon Musk Norwegian?

Thursday, June 21, 2018

Oslo so fab

The flight from Faroe was an hour the connection from Copenhagen to Oslo gave us only 8 minutes to run through the terminal and we caught the plane! No way our luggage will be there when we get to Oslo, but, no way, it was there!
Waiting for flight to Oslo from Faroe

In Oslo we walked to the information desk by the train which is connected to the airport, just to be certain we catch the right train, and in minutes we are on the rails, walk out of the National Theater terminal and just pulling up is tram 13 to take us within a 5 minute walk to our hotel, the Clarion at Gables Gate which at 20:30 is still serving our complimentary dinner and that's the magic of our arrival to Oslo. The room is luxurious and I take a bath in a deep warm tub. Tomorrow we will catch the "hop on hop off" bus to see what's up in Oslo. We walk to the first stop, encounter a protest happening at the university, oh yes we are traveling, and these scenes are familiar and welcoming!
Clarion Collection Hotel, Oslo...perfect

Getting our tickets for the bus we decide on this beautiful day to go straight to the Vigeland Park to see 200+ sculptures. Awe inspiring, really!, especially as we get to the end of the long wide boulevard lined with bronze works to where the granite column of human bodies in various states of strife are surrounded by individual depictions (also massive granite works) of two or more figures all expressing the human condition, simple and yet so accurate anatomically....light catching a shoulder blade, a spinal column, a collar bone, ... breathtaking and yes you have to see this place!
Vigland Sculpture Park
Lunch at Pier 31

Time to get back to the bus and so we go to the entry gate and wait. The hop on hop off bus is a double decker so lots of seats. But people have to get off to let you on, and well there are just not enough getting off for those desperate to get on. It was a bit of mayhem, and why we avoid the touristy offerings. Hey people, you need to see this park! Never mind, lets just walk on this stunning bright day. So we walk, and walk, and walk we think we are getting close to the Viking Museum, and we are definitely getting hungry. Finally, look out on that pier, there is surely a restaurant. Hooray we are seated near the water in a most comfortable outdoor cafe. Curt has been avoiding carbs, but this northern Italian menu has lasagna for lunch, and surely he deserves this treat especially when we find out that we have overshot our destination by a couple of miles. Oooops, the map is confusing and there are no signs pointing our way. Never mind, let's take a taxi, I'm pretty sure we have walked 5+ miles already today!
Real Viking ship made for a funeral ship to honor woman rulers
Vigeland Park

We are barely in the doors of the museum when I am hit with a deep sadness. Not sure what/why but I got the strong feeling that these Vikings were trying to stop something big, (i.e. the patriarchal take over of the Church?) and somehow that resonates with ancient feminist genetic material deep in my soul. Perhaps I was born to a family of men in this incarnation for lessons I needed to revisit. Like empathizing and forgiving the male species who at another time in history were my cohorts, at the very least it explains why I have always plaited my hair into unusual braids. I am realizing that this nordic culture is oddly familiar. The whole reason for our decision to go to the Faroe Islands was because I watched a video of Eivor Palsdottir singing traditional folk music, I am at home in her other worldly vocals. Enough of this woo woo posting. We are in Oslo, it's getting late, and we catch the last hop on hop off bus to get back to the center of the city and make it back to our beautiful hotel. And again, there's soup and salad for dinner, perfect!

Nobel Peace Center Award Recipients
Nobel Peace Institute...Bosch electric powered bicycle
We spent a rainy Sunday at the National Museum housing an amazing collection art possessing a Norwegian connection, had a delicious lunch of French onion soup* in a lovely salon of the museum, then strolling through the old fort, ducking into a coffee shop to get out of the sudden torrential downpour. We sat at a table joining a gentleman there with his Indian female colleague, he is speaking mid-west U.S. English. You begin to realize that the world speaks English, but not everyone has that Nebraska twang. The little coffee shop has a framed letter on the wall from Barrack Obama, and so the conversation of how much he is missed ensues. We leave when the rain lets up and make our way to the Nobel Peace Center, whose current exhibition is a disturbing reflection of the "Wealth Generation" as it is called. Yikes this aspect of America is a full on embarrassment,  the U.S.A. has exported the worst of ourselves, and the world imitates it. Then upstairs to the room which houses the recipients of the award, a very moving and beautiful installation. We leave the center with heavy hearts, and a sense of hope.

One of many parks in Oslo for families to enjoy

Norwegian oil painting in the National Gallery 

Delicious breakfast buffet every morning

Indescribable Vigeland Sculpture Park

Monday, June 18, 2018

A Closer Look at Faroe Islands

I'm up at 4:45 a.m., it's quite light out, and Curt is still sleeping so let me try and fill in the gap as we leave Oslo, Norway today and still have to tell you about the far away Faroe Islands. We left you with our arrival. I am one of those travelers who does not do her homework on a place until I'm there and then only if I like it there. I was pretty surprised to find the islands are treeless. Oh there are a few trees in the villages struggling to reach any significant height, still providing for picturesqe gardens. I guess you don't need shade in places that are generally cloud covered. But don't let that fool you, both Curt and I came away from that first day's hike with a bit of sun. Treelessness is part of the stark bleak beauty that surrounds you.
me on Mykines

Treeless isles

So we acquired a car, which as it turns out in spite of the guide books saying you can go by busses everywhere, was a necessity! Our first day's drive from the island of Vagar to Streymoy means you travel a long distance in a tunnel that goes beneath the sea. The couple we talked to on our hike who had been coming to the Faroes for 10 yrs now, gave us our first destination of Sakson. The road beyond the tunnel to the small village, famed for it's black beach and a turf roofed church, was a single lane white knuckle experience. Little did we know that this was just practice for the roads to come. That said the roads in hind site, are in much better shape than the roads in our little hometown.

With the knowledge that we would not have a car for the duration of our stay on the islands we decided to just keep going. This place was so fascinating, and nothing was too far away, so we drove on. Seeing picturesque villages, many with less than a dozen inhabitants. Making our way to the small outpost of Gjogv where we meet Phillip who runs a small kiosk and we have a cup of coffee. Turns out Phillip knows Bisbee, the town where his favorite comedian lives, whose wife's name is Bingo! Yes even in this most remote place on earth our town is made famous. There was something very affirming and reassuring in this recognition, otherwise it might have been hard to believe that we were even on the same planet in this place where there is no poverty or homelessness, or for that matter even a blade of grass out of place! The sheep keeping the countryside mowed and tidy, which is not saying the same for their appearance. Dreadlocked sheep running amuck, with sweet little ones (it is spring after all) playing and hiding under every grassy mound. It must be hard to gather them for sheering, so many sheep don't get shorn.
Sakson Beach church
The days don't end this time of year, so you have to keep track of the time simply by exhaustion. We made our way back to Midvagur, and again the inn is quiet. The doors are always open, oh did I mention there is no crime. We find a small restaurant, the Broadway? (it's the only option) in our town to have a mediocre pizza and salad, where's the local fare?

Gasadalur Vagar falls
The next morning we finally meet the inn keeper Marit. She is at first a little standoffish, as the job must make you. Meeting so many new people all the time. She has a thing for antiques and knick knacks or maybe they just are things that never get thrown away and fill up every inch of usable space. There are more tables and chairs than people could possibly use in this small inn. No where to roll out a yoga mat : (  Her method of communication is sticky notes on the mirror in the foyer, until finally we break the ice and she insists that we make it to her other, even smaller, inn on the island of Mykines. This will require a ferry ride and I'm prone to seasickness, so let's wait another day while we still have a car and drive to the furthest outpost.

There is a famous sculpture of the Seal Woman on the island of Kalsoy, it is our destination. This time we have to go through two tunnels that go under the sea, the second is 9 kms and features a light show at it's deepest stretch, sort of a northern lights thing underground/sea. We will also have to take our car on a ferry boat for about 30 minutes, protected waters and a larger vessel, I'll be fine. Once we get to the island a series of one lane tunnels (! you watch for headlights and then find a pull off before the approaching vehicle hits you!) will get us to the town Mikladalur where down a steep flight of stairs (no problem for Bisbeeites) we will find this amazing bronze statue whose survival through incredible storms of 16 meter waves makes for a story of it's own. Her story the myth of the island is worth looking up. From there we make our way to the furthest northern village of Trollanes where we get another coffee at "the last kiosk on earth." We meet Amanda, whose mother has baked a cake for weary travelers, not many make it out there I'm guessing. This very green village is occupied by 12 residents; one is a butcher we look into the open doors to see the meat hanging, one is a metal smith, we bought a candlestick, there is a cow mooing somewhere in a barn (you don't see cows but they exist) ... Amanda is in her early 20s, I'm guessing her parents are both alive, so there's half the town. She drives to the town of Klaksvik to work, through those tunnels, across that ferry regularly. I guess that is where she also finds her peers, but she doesn't seem to need them.

It's early enough in the never ending day to drive further. The island of Vidoy will be our last outpost, as the next island of Fugloy requires a longer ferry boat ride and open seas. I will have to face that trip to Mykines soon enough. We stumble upon Elizabeth's restaurant, and have a very good meal. Food is an issue, fair warning from our taxi driver in Copenhagen. After dinner let's go for a drive. Curt is getting over done at this point, but, "we aren't going to be here again," I remind him, and so we find the tiniest of places, and oldest it turns out, Muli. It is also the buggiest, still there are fresh flowers in the windows of the few homes. I'm starting to feel bad for the folks who are living in the fishbowl of tourists peering into their lives, and understand the plight of our neighbors on High road in Bisbee who are dealing with the endless stream of golf carts touring visitors through Bisbee.

Our supposed last day with a car is going to be a drive to the other end of the island that we are living on, to the village of Gasadalur by way of Bour. I've quit counting the tunnels that get you from place to place. We are hugging the coast and I am sure that the mountain island visible is the town of Whoville whose famous Mount Crumpet where the Grinch lives is the landmark, I bet Dr. Seuss has been here!
Mount Crunpet?

Good news we scored another vehicle, though it will remain parked for the day that we are traveling by sea to Marit's other home of Mykines. There we meet her helpers from the Czech Republic, Hana and Andre, who took this gig from the "Work Away" online site. Seems that their arrival to the Faroe Islands was not much different than our own, not meeting their "boss" for a couple of days and wondering what they were supposed to be doing. Communication is not Marit's strong suit, and she is off doing who knows what all the time. Our arrival to this small bird island late afternoon after a smooth crossing by ferry was easy, our young host and hostess meeting us at the dock. We walk to the small house, climb the steep ladder to the loft where we will sleep, along with Andre and Hana in the middle space, and the Russian family in the room on the other side. Tight quarters and one small bathroom, but ok, it's just one night. We tour the village, find a great little shop and buy a couple of trinkets, our first for the trip, but handmade items have been scarce. After a lovely salmon dinner, Hana is vegetarian and she is suffering from lack of veggie options, we start our evening hike. It has been cloudy all day, but now at 9 pm the sun is out and it's a beautiful day/night. We take a steep, steep, walk up to where the lighthouse is. Along the way we pass a memorial with the names of all the people who have fallen to their demise off the cliffs. Shaky knees, but oh my what beauty, I keep walking. (The "Asatoma Sat Gamaya" chant clicking off the steps I'm taking, yogi friends will know what I'm talking about.) Not all the way to the lighthouse, I realize that I don't have my camera/phone, and have to go back to get Curt's. He is sitting enjoying the view not walking the narrow track occupied by the sheep and silly me.
 Contemplating on Mykines Island

Hana and Andre

Back from our hike Johann the neighbor, has baked us a rhubarb cake. We sit and visit our hosts, sleep well enough and wake to a rainy morning. Our ferry leaves at 11, so more visiting. The issues that we are facing in our country are world wide. The oligarch in power in their country has made Hana's job in the public media unbearable, "fake news" is the international buzz blurb.  The ferry is late, the seas are choppy. I am green just thinking back, but I managed to make the crossing without tossing the leftover rhubarb cake and usual breakfast fare of cheese and sausage.

Inside Marit's Inn on Mykines

Well this post has lasted long enough that Curt is now awake and he will be putting the photos in place. Summing up, we met knew friends from Melbourne Australia at the Magenta Guest House, Robin and Andrew, who we enjoyed having dinner with in the capital city of Torshavn that evening back from Mykines. We went back to Torshavn the next day to visit the museum, catch a concert at the Nordic House and visit a few shops. Every time you go through that tunnel from island to island you are charged a 100 kroner fare, it will show up on our credit card, I think we went through at least a dozen times. It's not cheap to live here, but the government has no military expenses and plenty of money. Everyone lives well with a forced 6 week holiday and education to any university you chose including your room and board, and if you want to visit a doctor everyday, that's ok too.
In the end, The Faroe Islands I hope will remain as magical as they are today. Tourism must be held at bay and the likes of us will not burden them again. I wonder about the folks we met who have been going every year for the past 10, they were hearty Danish octogenarians and that pretty much sums up the reason that they are able to keep going back and don't want to change. But these places are rare and I don't think that the locals will tolerate too much, i.e. they won't show up! You won't have a car to rent, a place to sleep, or food to eat. That should keep the hordes away!
Arnold Ludwig Quintet at Nordic Hus in Torshavn

Robyn and Andrew from Melbourne

Saturday, June 16, 2018

Off to a Far Far Faroe

Quiet morning 
It was a quiet beautiful sunny Copenhagen morning with a breakfast waiting for us below and a cab driver on his way. Travel mornings can be like this having all the pieces of the puzzle fit perfectly together.

A bit of coffee, a danish of course, and run back up to the room for a last minute check and empty of the bladder. The driver arrived spot on time into the hotel lobby holding up a slip of paper with our room number scribed on it to assure we had the correct car. There's no guessing culture in these Scandinavian countries which is a pleasant change from the third world attitude.

Traffic was light so we arrived at KEF (Copenhagen Airport) ahead of schedule. During the drive we told our driver our destination was the Faroe Islands. He let us know all he knew of the Faroe's and left us on the curb with a short but memorable verbal salute, "Enjoy the food"

Our Taxi driver warned us
very odd snacks on Icelander Airline
Our little village of Midvagur
 All airports are now using electronic check in which can be confusing for the baby boomer's travel manerisms but I'm beginning to get the hang of it. Thanks to Angelika, our travel angel, we were upgraded to having free drinks and a meal (odd collection of tastes) on board. The seats were more roomy than I remember other coach seats making the 3 hour flight out to the middle of the North Atlantic quite pleasant.

We approached the Vagar Airport low over the ocean and flew over a velvet green mountain with a top resembling a US Marine's dress hat then over a large lake finally touching down and taxiing to the modern but small terminal. The ground crew rolled the stairs to our exit door, connected and the jostling for deplaning began. Down the stairs into the terminal and using our travel intuition we were waiting together with the other passengers at baggage claim. A woman with a officious announced sans amplification  "I see a number of visitors with passports in their hands. You can put those away because the Faroe Islands are a friendly place" The bags began to slide through the chute. We grabbed ours and true to her word we walked past two officers and the official woman. Before we went through the double doors Sharon asked if she could get her passport stamped. One of the officers said they didn't do that here but maybe a policeman might. What an odd beginning to this island.
lots of sheep

We made our way into the lobby and made our way to the information desk to find a way to our guest house. We had a choice of renting a car which we found none were available, take a bus which we were unsure about finding the Magenta Guest House in the village of Midvagur or take an expensive taxi. Little did we know our taxi ride was only 15 minutes to a remote little town to a building without signage, without a number, and a small note on the door instructing us to enter around back. We followed the directions and entered into an antique emporium entry room with sticky notes welcoming us and letting us know we are in room one. No one was in the house so we retreated to our room. The room was an eight foot by eight foot with a queen size bed shoved into a corner to make room for the sink to supplement the down the hall tub, shower, and toilet for the five additional guest quarters. The room's ceiling height dropped on a sideways angle starting at seven feet deminishing to three feet on Sharon's side of the bed. When together in the room it forced us to slide sideways like a penguin.
scary steep cliffs

The weather being a nice 55 degrees, partly cloudy, we decided to take a walk around this small town. Following the pavement  up some hills we found a grocery with a small coffee shop hosting a war museum attached to the strip center. After scoping out the nicely stocked store we stopped for a couple of coffee drinks and a piece of cake.  The pleasant aged woman suggested we take a walk along the islands largest lake where at the end there was a waterfall. So we took her suggestion and began the walk that turned into quite a hike up to that mountain that we flew over and as I described above. Since it stays light like late afternoon until midnight it was hard to say how far we hiked but I'll guess six miles round trip over sheep filled hills, mind you we had not taken any provisions, not even water... Along the way we met a few friendly elderly couples, surprised by their hearty fortitude, we were given a box of juice and some chocolate truffles,  so it was a pleasant though tiring journey, that started as a simple "walk." Now on our way back, we had worked up a vicious hunger. There weren't any restaurants we discovered until we encountered an Asian Food Truck in a bank parking lot  a couple blocks from our guest house. We had returned to our room but still no one around so we lifted our starving bodies from bed and walked to the Asian discovery. We ordered unfamiliar to go boxes and returned to the formal dining tables of our inn's downstairs common area. The meal was filling but the taste was less than desirable. We took baths and retreated once again to our suite and passed out from an exhausting day.

Next morning I went downstairs at 7:30 AM for some coffee and once again I discovered no one around so I sat looking at the lush green hill sides the one that we walked the day before wishing I had a cup of coffee. About a half hour later a very slender mid forties woman with straight black hair entered the room with boxes and other provisions. I greeted her with "good morning" but she half smiled without pause. She went from the kitchen to the formal dining room a number of times without addressing me or acknowledging my presence I thought maybe she might be mute. I discharged any further attempt to communicate thus avoiding an embarrassing situation. Sharon came downstairs and finally the mystery woman began to speak. I think she was feeling guilty for being a bit late plus I didn't know breakfast was usually set for 8AM after all t
he non existent concierge/proprietor was missing in action yesterday.

Soon we were talking with Diana and I told her my dilemma about no rental cars available and she confirmed that there is a shortage because of the large influx of tourists now. I asked if I could use her phone to call a few agencies in hopes of a cancellation. The first two companies chuckled when I asked for an available car but on the last call the women suggested I call a man who might have something. So I called Ken at "Make Travel". He answered with a friendly cheerful voice so I unloaded on him my desperate need for a car...any car. He asked how long and I said a week but a few days will due. He said it was my lucky day because someone turned in a car this morning but I would have to return it four days later. I couldn't hold back my excitement. He said meet him at the front door of the airport and we will do the deal without going through a rental agency thus saving me 400 kr. which is about $75. Diana offered to drive me to the airport at 11AM. Sharon and I waited at the front door of the nearly deserted terminal when the new Ford Focus pulled up with Ken and the paperwork. Within minutes Sharon and I were off to explore of slender roadways and endless tunnels of the Faroe Islands.

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Death Drop 2020

Sharon researched "If you had one last thing to see or do in Copenhagen". Options included viewing a movie in an art nouveau theater, catching the latest opera, or visit a 175 year old amusement park. Our simple minds chose Tivoli Gardens which turned out to be more than a carney driven bastion  of entertainment. Yes there are thrill rides for those seeking to test their strength from experiencing  motion sickness but also very nice restaurants, beer gardens, games and stage shows all set into a beautifully landscaped quaint atmosphere. This is a bit like Disneyland but in a more simple joyful setting.

I was angling Sharon to join me on a roller coaster ride. If you know Sharon you also realize her propensity for motion sickness is swift so that suggestion was definitely ruled was the folks tethered to the tower spinning around 500' in the air. My last plea was the Drop of Death where you were in a secured seat like the space shuttle then hoisted 2000 ft. in the air where you have a beautiful view of the city for 30 seconds before the world is pulled out from under you, The free fall was an exhilarating success without Sharon spraying the audience below.  Admittedly, it's not bungee jumping from a bridge in South Africa but the challenge made Sharon a stronger person.

The sky turned dark ('ish, after all it was 11 pm) and we walked the winding pathways toward the exit catching a light show and a horse race before leaving the park via a quiet stroll down the streets of Copenhagen. We needed to return back to our room to prepare for the next day travel to the Faroe Islands.

Thursday, June 7, 2018

Copenhagen...Happiness, one of the same.

The first day on a long journey is the toughest. Anticipation, apprehension, and general exhaustion from following rules and navigating with tight quarters always tests my patience. I never can wait to walk into our first nights hotel room and crash...this time for twelve hours. Oh what a relief it is.

I'm not cranky about travel in general, since 911 the airline industry following the foolish directives of our government has removed all the luster and the fun adventure of getting to your destination. I just don't want to remove my belt in front of 500 people. I do have trouble keeping my trousers up to an acceptable level without synching my belt. When that support is removed I'm destined to hike up my pants twice before scanning, once in the scanner, and another waiting for the conveyor to deliver all my valuables. This is a good run...if I am selected to get the pat down treatment...well I leave my pantalones to fate.

Enough of this airport silliness. After getting my energy recharged with a battle for breakfast also know as the breakfast buffet, we decided to take advantage of this perfect day to take a two mile walk which turned into ten, to the famous "Little Mermaid" bronze on the water's edge of Copenhagen's harbor. Our journey included slicing through the multiple squares linked by lanes peppered with fit Danish cyclists and cautious courtesy drivers of German automobiles. At 9 the stores hadn't quite opened but window displays were evidence enough we entered a wealthy area of gardens and vintage five story architecture. After getting a bit lost we soon entered the extreme tourist bus zone. The shuffling hoards were near ground zero of Copenhagen's Tourist Zone. It's very cute to see elderly adults clamoring down the rocks seeking to be very close to this sweet chick of the sea. Far East visitors branding selfie sticks like sabers fighting to get that bad image of their faces with Little Mermaid' After our thirty second visit with Den Lillie Havfrue, Sharon and I decided to visit the Denmark Museum of Design.

The museum encompasses all things of Danish design not excluding tooth brushes. I admit I'm a true sucker for Mid Century teakwood Danish furniture. Both Sharon and I believe these people have sat in style for centuries. It was a bit past noon when we found a sweet table in an open garden doorway. This allowed a heavenly breeze to occasionally drift in along with lines from actors rehearsing a play in the courtyard. We each ordered two small funny sandwiches crafted in a delightful danish design and complimented them with a Jacobson Ale.

Directions back to our hotel were a bit misguided but it didn't matter because every turn was an adventure. Soon we retreated to our hotel for a mid afternoon respite.

Beautiful walkways and cafes add to the visual enjoyment

 The planetarium on the left.
The space cadet above.

Saturday, June 2, 2018

Oh Yea, We're Back

To escape our little village's most uncomfortable month we're skipping off to Scandinavia for five weeks. Countries to include Faroe Islands in the North Sea, Denmark, Norway, and Iceland. These northerly enclaves are guaranteed to provide us the temp relief while Bisbee awaits its first 100 degree day to encourage the monsoon rains of summer.

In the meantime, Sharon and I will brave the wet cold like nomads seeking refuge of our desert's scorn.

Tuesday June 5th we depart leaving the 110 degree Phoenix in our contrails.

Sharon and Curt