Monthly Archives: August 2008

Marmite is the ultimate test of British-ness. It’s a foul substance that people like smear on things like toast. Personally, I think it smell’s like a bear’s rear end (this is conjecture, as I have never smelled a bear’s rear … Continue reading →

It sounds like a Hardy-Boys Story. Here it is: So I’m staying at my friend Alena’s, who is tomorrow leaving for a vacation with her Step-Mother, Barbara (they are good friends with each other, despite the age difference). Barbara is … Continue reading →

Update: If you click on a photo, it links to a much larger image. Chances are your browser will shrink it to fit your screen. If you want to see it full res, click again (your mouse might look like … Continue reading →

My hike was wonderful, but I cut it short. My knees were still aching from the descent of the Brevent, to the point I had to walk backwards down the hill yesterday to get to the center of Chamonix! I’m … Continue reading →

It’s been a busy few days, but I made it to Chamonix yesterday. Not without my share of comical events. I was woken at 5 AM one morning (I was sleeping under the stars, no tent) by a flock of … Continue reading →

Haven’t updated my blog in a few days. I’ve started hiking the GR5. I landed in Geneva the night of the 14th, spent a semi-sleepness night in a youth hostel, took a bus and part hitched to St. Gingolf on … Continue reading →

I made it to London. The flight went well, and even boarding was smooth, as I got to skip the long line of jostling Indians by exposing my fearsome looking leg brace, and got on the plane first with children … Continue reading →

August 11th, 7:30 PM, I fly from JFK to London, Heathrow. I’m only in England for a few days to establish legal residency (bank, insurance, health care, all that jazz), before I fly to Geneva, Switzerland. I buy a couple … Continue reading →