June 2005
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In Iceland, There's Always a Way
As our ship prepares to head to Norway, I want to share with you a couple of stories that shed some light on what it means to be an Icelander. If I get a chance, I will share with you stories of my spelunking in Icelandic caves and other adventures in Reykjavik, but everything moves so quickly here that before I know it I will be in another country. ********** Our jeep pulled up to a remote...
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I am a Rock, I am an iiiiiiiiiiceland
You all know that I love words – especially big, descriptive ones – but to express what I saw today, I don’t believe words can do justice. I took an “Icelandic Super Jeep” (read: a van tricked out with 44” wheels, and other goodies) on an 11-hour tour to the barren center of Iceland. What I saw there was more amazing and awe inspiring than any nature I have ever seen before – it even puts...
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Ice, Ice, Baby
Hi, I’m in Iceland, and it smells like fish. Seriously, the moment I stepped off the ship, I caught a strong waft of Iceland’s economy. As we moved further away from the dock, though, the smell relented. I figure before I start talking in too much detail about what I’m seeing, I should tell you all a bit about Iceland (allow me to bring my Geographer side out for a second). Iceland is about the...
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Total Request Live
When I first started the blog I figured I’d get about 10 hits – 9 of which would be from my mom refreshing the page in hopes of an update. But, not only have you read it and commented on it, you’ve also made requests. So, allow me to provide a positive reinforcer to continue reading it by accommodating your #1 demand: photos of the boat and my room. Other requests such as photos of me doing a...
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What aboot luggage in Canada, eh?
I figure I’ve told hundreds of people about my Semester at Sea voyage, and every single person was excited about it – except one. Standing in line at security at SFO, I met Ron Finklestein – perhaps the only pessimist in Canada. He told me travel is a hassle, and “you just never know what’ll happen.” I shrugged him off, too excited about traveling to care. But, just as soothsayer Finklestein...