Archive for May 28th, 2006

backtracking to backpacking part 2

Posted on May 28, 2006. Filed under: Travelling |

I started reminiscing about my backpacking around the UK, and I thought I would pick up on the next leg of memories.

The post-Glasgow leg of the trip was entertaining to say the least. I hopped on the train (the rail pass was the best purchase I ever made) and headed to the Isle of Skye. The train ride there was gorgeous and we got to go over the bridge that is now famous because of the Harry Potter movies. It was actually pretty cool.

I stopped for the night at a hostel just on the other side of the water (after a brief ferry ride that I can’t actually remember at all right now, but it must have happened because there’s no other way to get there…no wait, I now remember walking up from the boat and hearing my first set of bagpipes playing and then continuing the trek up to the hostel where no one was there to let me in).

Since I had nowhere to go, I walked up to the bus stop, and soon learned that the times were posted about 5 years ago and no one went by them; you just have to flag a bus down. Feeling too timid and tired to do so I walked for a bit and stumbled upon a castle Armdale (or something close to that). It was in ruins, but still gorgeous. I meandered through it and through the museum there until the hostel was open and then returned only to learn that the only place to buy food was probably closed. After finding a tin of spaghetti, I returned to my room to find another girl unpacking. I was telling her the stories of Glasgow and the funny thing about meeting a girl from Queen’s and turns out that she also went to Queen’s (we really are everywhere).

The one person I remember distinctly at this hostel was a man in his eighties who used to be a sailor. He had been around the world a few times and had so many interesting stories. He was in the little town we were staying in to learn Gaelic. He had grown up on the highlands and was worried about the culture losing their language and heritage. I remember an anecdote he told us about a time when kilts were banned, but the boys in the highlands still wore them. When he started to go to school, he was bussed into town. He and another boy wore their kilts and they were told that they had a class the next day called PT. Well, this was gym class, and he still wore his kilt, not the uniforms that they were supposed to wear, and not the requested underwear, and was sent to the principal’s office because as they were participating in gynmastics, his kilt flew up and there was nothing under it.

Next stop in the story was Portree, a bit up-island, and a place that was gorgeous and fun and will have to wait until next time.

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worriedness another oldness indicator

Posted on May 28, 2006. Filed under: The boy(s) |

So I’ve only spoken with Brian for about 15 minutes since he went back to Arizona last week. Not a problem, but he was going away for the night about an hour and a half from Tucson and was going to be heading home for his radio debut that was at 5 am his time. But, then he disappeared. I mean, I didn’t freak out and assumed that he was just busy, but there was this little nagging suspicion in the back of my mind that something had happened; they had been in an accident on their way home, or were stranded in the middle of the desert, or well, no other scenarios, just some worry. He did call after I left a message wondering if he was alive, and that if he was, could he call to let me know? I’m definitely not one of those call and let me know where you are kind of people, but I do start to worry when you’ve been off in the mountains for a night or two and I haven’t heard a peep. Damn, another indicator of getting old? There have been a few too many of those these days. This should be the “indicators of getting old” blog, because clearly the scandalous days that would have been way more interesting for you to read are far behind me. I’m going to have to drag them up from the recesses of my mind for your enjoyment, and to let me re-live the craziness that existed pre-real-grown-up-job and pre-the-dyingness.

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playoff hockey memories

Posted on May 28, 2006. Filed under: School |

Remember when we were still in Kingston, but most of our furniture wasn’t. It was playoff time, which meant it was also exam time, but we had finished our final fourth year exams. We filled up our Nalgene bottles with alcohol and walked over to Dustin’s place to watch the game — getting updates from people watching on their front porches (disheveled couches moved onto front lawns for comfort). Then onto the bar where we were sitting front and centre, as all the boys left and we were the only witnesses to Vancouver’s tie-it-up goal with something like .8 seconds left on the clock to send them into overtime. Remember that the TV was gone and we really wanted to know the score so we would hit refresh every ten seconds on our computers to find out if anything had happened. The suspense was more exciting than actually watching the game live.

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