Archive for 13th August 2011

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Exhausting defiance

My travel planning process typically runs across 2 veins: juggling foreign, captivating landscapes from which the instinctive need to explore arises (the heady rush is really quite intoxicating) and the harsh reality of cost-cutting after realising that the reckless planning is potentially busting the humble budget. It’s a common sensibility that probably fits me squarely into the peg called “budget travel” but the penchant for seeking out strange itineraries such as this upcoming one that crosses that oh-so-fine line into “luxury travel”. I’m also quite certain that the travel companion (TC) – who had initially agreed rather enthusiastically to another jaunt in Europe after my sales pitch – is regretting...

Iceland, Island, Islande, Ísland!

Done in a matter of an hour or so to complete my northern exposure: Flights from Germany to Iceland and back, with the accommodation. One of the wildest dreams just became a (virtual) reality: Iceland’s brutal beauty of looming volcanoes, thundering (or frozen) waterfalls over snow-capped peaks – unlike their cute Alpine cousins among Swiss chalets – that seem to immediately recall Ragnarök. Beyond these parameters, there’s nothing yet, but there are few more niggly bits – transportation within the country and day trip operators – to be taken care of. Going in winter however (most people visit in the summer months when the sun doesn’t set), means sticking to the...

Going north and taking stock

Amidst visions of grandeur of volunteering in remote places like the Arctic Fox Station in Iceland and getting carried away with potential archaeological excavations in Scandinavia or Israel, I think I should consider myself incredibly fortunate that I can even make such trips up north a reality. For a while, dominating my thoughts were the wilderness of British Columbia, or the French part of Canada – certainly a handy way of practicing my elementary French – until the flight times and prices caused this detour to Europe once again. Taking stock, much has changed since my first foray into pre-Euro Europe in 2001; my subsequent jaunts there are at best a...