jeudi 10 septembre 2009

Going through Yell to get to Muckle Flugga

I always heard that the French liked vacation and that nobody worked during the month of August. Although I am American, I was granted this inalienable French right. When considering where to spend our vacation, Janet and I decided we wanted to skip the hot summer sun and the hoards of tourists that flock to the South of France in August. Instead we opted to visit one of the more secluded corners of Europe where seals, sheep, and sea birds outnumber people thousands of times over and there is not a person on the beach without a winter coat!

We took a night train from London to Aberdeen and spent the day enjoying this great city.

At the maritime museum which had a large section dedicated to oil and gas exploration, I was reminded of our time spent in Houston. This large model of a deep sea oil rig made me think of my brother Kevin who used to work on one of these off the coast of Texas. I was always a bit jealous that he got to go on helicopters as this seems a lot more interesting that looking at numbers all day.

Jaxon and Jonas loved spending time with me on the top of the ship.











After a good night sleep in our cabin, we were ready to continue our adventure.


We spent the afternoon walking around the shores near the capitol of the islands, Lerwick.

The sun even showed its face just in time for us to get this picture.




Jonas playing on the stairs of a 5 thousand year old house. This kids loved this neolithic play area.



Jonas really started walking during our trip. Here is him practicing with me.
I have always thought I could never drive a car in the UK, but felt driving on the sparsely inhabited islands was probably the safest place to try. We splurged for a two day car rental and Janet’s critiquing of my driving was greatly appreciated. She had to remind me on several occasions that I was on the wrong side of the road. The road crossed a small airport runway – a true thrill, but I was not sure what the red blinking lights were for…
With the car we were able to cover a lot of ground and see enjoy some amazing views.

We came across this sandbar which led to a small island. We thought this would be a highlight for Jaxon, but he was sick that day with a mild fever and was content to relax.






Shetland ponies graze all over the island. This one came over to say hello.

Jonas working out in our room.

Always pushing the limits, we decided to explore one of the most isolated places I have ever been, the island of Unst.
There were two ferries that connected the main island to Unst with the island of Yell in between dubbed the “gateway to the northern islands” by the tourist guides. When I asked a local about the island, I was told that it is known for its high speed race that occurs upon arrival of each ferry as the cars put the medal to the medal to get from one side of the island to the other in order to catch the connecting ferry. The consequence of missing the connecting ferry – being stranded in Yell for an hour and a half… I am proud to report that I was not among the stranded.


We hiked through a nature reserve to the most northerly point in the UK - Muckle Flugga (the white rocks in the distance). With nothing between us and the north pole we sat on the tops of the cliffs and admired the beauty. Sheep grazed on the soft green grass and thousands of migratory sea birds who made their nests on the cliffs also seem to value a good view.


We huddled together to shield the kids from the cold winds and admired the view from our perch when Janet noticed something big break the surface of the water far below. For nearly an hour we sat and observed a pod of killer whales as they swam in the shelter of this secluded cove perhaps hunting for seals or maybe taking a short break from their long voyage. Good eye Janet!
I was so proud of Jaxon who hiked for hours that day and still had a smile.

Ben and Jerry's, which is not sold in France, was on sale, and after a long day of hiking it hit the spot.

Talk about child friendly; the restroom at the Lerwick museum even had toilet training seats available. Oh, and the museum was awesome, too, not just the bathrooms.

And after an unforgettable few days in a place where everything was famous for being "the most northerly" we got back on the ship to go south to the Orkney islands.
As we crossed the north sea, huge waves were came over the front of the ship. We felt like we were on a carnival ride the entire 6 hour trip and I think Jaxon and Jonas were the only ones who found it fun. Janet spent the trip puking or trying her hardest to not start puking again. I therefore, had the joy of playing with the kids. After the journey, we were very pleased to get off the ship!

















vendredi 4 septembre 2009

A Child's Paradise

So, I think that I have decided that London really is one of the best cities in this world for kids. And cheapskates, assuming you don't have to pay for lodging...or food. Anyhow, it just seems like there are great things for kids around every corner and in places you really wouldn't expect. Case in point: The Imperial War Museum. This one wasn't even on my list, but we ended up there and it turned out to be a ton of fun. They had great exhibits for kids, included a life size model submarine that they could play on, a realistic "trench experience", and a blitz war experience. So names of museums can be deceiving...


Their was even a great park right outside!

Jaxon sitting on his special African chair in the gardens of the Horniman museum, also a lot of fun, even if our trip there was interrupted by a false fire alarm...


Hanging out a Trafalgar Square

Visiting a typical London "city farm," another fun and free treat.


Playing at the Diana Memorial Playground at Kensington Gardens


When Daniel met us there after work, he pointed out that Jonas was the only child wearing just a diaper and made me put his clothes back on.
Jonas LOVED the swans at the pond in Kensington Gardens


At Coram Fields Children's Playground. Jonas was really pushing Jaxon, which I found adorable; but I am biased.

Visiting the London Tower Bridge; the story of the double-decker bus that failed to stop when it was supposed to and was therefore forced to hop over the gap really resonated with Jaxon.

At the top of the bridge. We were advised not to go up since the elevator was broken and it was 260 steps or so for Jaxon to climb and us to carry Jonas and a stroller. But they didn't know us, and that this was nothing.



We left London on the overnight train to reach the next leg of our adventure in Scotland...

mercredi 5 août 2009

No Ice Cream Left Behind

Just a little funny moment in Segovia, Spain. Jaxon lost his ice cream off of the stick, but not to worry...





dimanche 19 juillet 2009

Gypsy Caravaning through Spain

We just got back from a trip through Spain with my sister, Tracey, and her boys, Alex and Nate. Here are some of our award winners:

Most Romantic Experience: The Arab baths, sans children (Granada)

Best Train Station: Madrid Atocha--complete with a turtle farm
Biggest milestone moment: Jonas taking his first steps in Retiro Park (Madrid)

Worst Place to Pass Gas Discreetly: The bull ring in Seville—one of the kids (who will remain nameless) found out that it really echoes

Best Hotel: Segovia; the huge balcony was perfect for a campout and offered a spectacular view



Worst Hotel: Buen Dormir in Granada; to get around disclosing to us the broken A/C in my sisters room they told her to borrow our controller… That didn’t work, but they did have turtles!

Best Make-shift bed: Made out of antique chairs (Segovia)


Best Street Performer: Alex, or maybe the guy standing on his hands on a suitcase drinking water from a straw in Granada


Fastest Street Performer: Man running alongside the horse-drawn carriage to serenade us, his effort was certainly worth more than the 50 cents we gave him (Sevilla)



Worst Street Performer: freaky naked guy in Barcelona (I’ll spare you the picture)

Best place to cool off in Seville: Fountain at the governor’s palace



Best Street Name: Dos Hermanas (Granada)


Best Way to Nearly Get Kicked Out of the Alhambra: Knock the barrier post into the sultan’s lap pool while impulsively chasing after a fish (thank you, Jaxon)

Before:
After:

(The security guy was NOT happy)

Best Alhambra Friends: Snails

Best Place to Cool Off after a Day at the Alhambra



Best Breakfast: Chocolate con churros




Best Eats: Fried seafood and garlic tomatoes in Sevilla

Cassoulet in Carcassone


Paella in Barcelona



Hairiest eats: the ear of the roast suckling pig in Segovia






Holiest Treats: Nun-made goodies from El Torno (Seville)




Best Market: La Boqueria (Barcelona)


Most Fun at the Segovia Folk festival: Jaxon and Nate dancing with the Spanish Pee-Wee Herman






Best Place for Riding Rides, Pirate Shows, Flamenco Dancing and Dancing Andalusian horses: Theme park Isla Magica





Best Water and Lights Show: Barcelona (so what if there was only one?)


Best Outdoor Dressing Room: Place de Catalanya in Barcelona



Most surprising En Route Success: Sharing four tiny overnight train beds among the seven of us and sleeping reasonable well. Alex didn’t even notice when he fell out of his bed.






Best Park: Park Guell designed by Gaudi (Barcelona)




Biggest End with a Bang: Celebrating Bastille Day in Carcassonne


We weren't winning any points on style, but we had a blast

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