I’m in South Carolina, the sun is shining, and I have absolutely no commitments or plans of any kind. After a spot of musing over a nice hotel breakfast, I have come to the conclusion that today I quite fancy going to the beach. The interwebs tell me that there is a very pleasant beach at Sullivan’s Island not too far from my hotel, and this sounds to … Continue reading Road to Sullivan’s Island
New Orleans Day 3: I am never drinking again. I spent the morning reading Faulkner on my balcony and chugging coffee, because it was noon before my hangover finally dissipated sufficiently (fyi, here’s what I got up to last night) that I was able to venture out into the 30 degree heat and do some more exploring. I couldn’t start the day’s adventuring without some more classic … Continue reading NoLa SoLo
I spend a lot of money on air travel as it is, so when the time comes to book a flight, I like to minimise, as far as possible, the impact on my wallet. My final destination was Wausau, Wisconsin, where two of my favourite people will be tying the knot. Now, it turns out that flights from Edinburgh to Wausau are bloody expensive, and most involve at … Continue reading Flirting with Ireland
Fed, rested and showered, it is time to venture out into Boston for one last evening excursion. I have to be up at 05:30 tomorrow to catch a train to the airport, so we’ll keep this one well-mannered, and there is nothing, in my book, more well-mannered than tea. Ok, admitedly, the history of tea in Boston is less somewhat polite than the jam-and-scone affairs … Continue reading Destruction of the Tea
Upon telling them I was going to go Baltimore, the reaction of most people was somewhere along the lines of “why would you want to do that?”, “oh, you’re brave” or “My uncle Jimmy went down there in ’86 and we ain’t seen him since”. The general consensus seemed to be that Baltimore was the place where the gun slingers gathered to hone their drive-by … Continue reading Good Evening Baltimore
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