Part II. Lapland. Glass Lake and other adventures
I think I ended the last post by mentioning that, as golden ‘hour’ set in on our evening up in Lapland, the lake turned to glass. We took to the boats…
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Part II. Lapland. Fish Monster
Also known as ‘actions have consequences’.
Part II. Lapland. First you have to get there
I didn’t pay a lot of attention to the plans before we headed up into the far north. Kind of selfish, but I figured that what with the thesis-writing and all (yes, father, I’m doing it), I could let Andy handle the ‘Tandy’ side of things. Turns out that scientists are fairly good at planning missions, and we were in the very capable hands of Sime and Lucy all along. I’m so, so grateful for their hosting skills. Here’s how it went.
Summer Holiday(s)
So here we are. After a few weeks of fairly hectic travelling, a week back home furiously trying to write some of my thesis, and a long weekend in Paris, we’re finally heading back to Berlin to reset to normal. My money ran out three days ago, and I haven’t finished writing my thesis.
Agora-philes
At this point, Greece was so long ago that blogging about it seems to require a bit of a ‘throwback Thursday’ theme. But today isn’t even Thursday… GAH! this Phd business is being so exhausting right now! We’d seen the ruins of the Athens Agora peeking out at us through the trees, and boy did it look lovely. So, early* on the 27th we set out to gambol in its glory.
Trying to see the Oracle (and silly photos)
Sometimes, the biggest surprise of travelling, is the surprise of finding out that the place you travel to is unexpectedly closed.
“You might know of it as the Temple to Jupiter.”
So said my sister, after being met with confusion when asking whether we had visited the Temple of the Olympian Zeus. Turned out we had visited it, but we hadn’t really realised what it was called. And that’s the thing about Athens, you’re walking through a fairly ordinary looking city, and then you turn around, or you walk up a hill a bit and …BAM!…
Acropolis Rock-hopolis
A normal childhood requires a great many stories, and demands that at least some of those stories have a little bit of magic thrown into them. For my sister and I, led by my sister’s obsession with all things Ancient, and with our young imaginations rather firmly captured by a particularly wonderful book, this childhood magic filtered in through the escapades of the Greek Gods.
The Way to Warsaw
Hi all, I finally managed to convince Andy- the mostly silent partner of FishwithWhiskey- to do a guest post. I just feel like he is more in touch with the Fatherland/Poland than me- given that it is actually the land of his forfathers. Here goes:
Pącz-ki to my heart.
I guess anyone who knows me won’t be too surprised to see that one of my first Polish posts is about Pączki. These delicious, sweet, perfectly-fried-fluffed-and-filled delicacies, pronounced more like ‘pOnchki’ than ‘pac-see’, are Poland’s version of a jam-filled doughnut (or Berliner). But let me tell you friends, the word doughnut just doesn’t cover it.