Thursday, December 03, 2009

FAMILY, FRIENDS AND LOYAL READERS OF PATSGAZETTE.COM
   Family, friends and loyal readers 
Is it my imagination or does time fly? When I was young (and yearning for independence) I “wished” that I was older. My mother warned me that I should not wish my life away. Today I know the wisdom of her words. In spite of the year’s short duration, Ken and I hope that you have had a good year and that you and your family have dodged the “grim reality” of governmental incompetence, a fledgling economy, frail health and the grief that comes from the loss of a loved one. For those who have endured that loss (and at our age the number seems to increase each year) may the memories of happy holidays past sustain and comfort you during this holiday period and always.
We have enjoyed good health (considering our age and the shape we are in). Daughter, Terri, is still single and lucky for us, living at home. She watches over our house when we are away (and over us when we are home). Gary and Marci live busy lives nearby. Grandson, Sean, attends college in San Diego and granddaughter, Lauren, lives in Dallas.
Ours has been an interesting year reflecting more travel than good sense. As our “window” for seeing the world gets smaller, we took advantage of availabilities as they arose. We started the year with a South America cruise that departed Ft. Lauderdale January 31 and arrived in Los Angeles March 19. In June, we did a Baltic Capitals cruise which included two days in St. Petersburg, Russia. We concluded the years travel with five weeks in Wales, Ireland, Scotland and England in November. Ken did a great job adapting to driving on the wrong side of the road. He managed the stick shift with his left hand and skillfully navigated narrow cow paths the Brits call roads with his right. Except for veering out of his own lane while counting exits in the roundabouts or hitting the left curb, his driving was masterful. However, the “horn blower” is alive and well in Britain. Near the end of our trip, I fell down some steps at the Tower of London. Though I suffered no crucial injuries, it provided a sobering reminder of my pending old age.
Christmas is a time when we look forward to hearing from and about you and your family. Our family and extended family of friends, are the source of many happy memories. All of you hold a very special place in our thoughts and heart.
WE WISH YOU ALL A VERY HAPPY, HEALTHY AND PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR










 

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

A WEEK IN THE SCOTTISH HIGHLANDS

Friday, November 5 – Glasgow -  We boarded the ferry at 7AM for our short two hour "sail" to the Stranraer port of Scotland.  As we disembarked from the ferry, we accessed the coastal route to Glasgow for a noon arrival at our hotel in the Merchants section. of Glasgow, a vibrant city of active shoppers and, in our view, a charming city.  It was raining with some deliberation when we arrived thus we quickly grabbed our overnight bags and scurried into the hotel. 

 

Once checked in and relaxed, we were out and about to do what we do best, "be tourists". Window shopping and lunch in a local pub was the highlight of our outing.  After our good "pub" lunch and a "pint", we returned to our hotel.  The phone rang and it turned out to be a call from the manager advising us that he had found our car door open and closed it.  Gulp Gulp!!  Ken rushed down to check on it (I had left my computer in the car) but all was well.  As a result, we attest to the safety, security and honesty of the Glasgow that we visited.  Also, for the record, neither of us pointed a finger at the other as to the culprit, but I strongly suspect it was me who was careless.  We loved Glasgow.  I was sorry that we had not planned to spend a full day visiting Glasgow before going on to our Scotland destination but alas, I "messed" up on the date for our return ferry reservation and lost a day.

 

Saturday morning, as we prepared to depart for our stay in Balater, I suddenly became acutely aware that I really did not know exactly where we were going.  We had an address but everything was very vague (according to our direction standards in the States) and because the area to which we were destined is a small village in the Scottish Highlands nothing showed up on the map that we had.  Of course, we had our trusty "gypsy" and she initially seemed to have it well in hand.  Somehow, at some point (we aren't quite sure how it happened – perhaps Ken made a change inadvertently) she ended up taking us toward Aberdeen.  I suddenly became aware that we should be on another highway.  We stopped to check our 'trusty" (if somewhat confusing) map.  Sure enough – the gypsy had changed us to a secondary road that was taking us "off route" but by the time we had "caught" her, we were too far off our preferred "path".   We ended up winding through secondary roads (and on a closed road) and though never lost (the gypsy always knows where she is) we were very frustrated.  By the time we arrived at our destination five hours later (it was supposed to be a two hour drive), we were not in "high spirits". 

 

Once in Balater, we were impressed with the area.  It was very wooded, cool (and that is with a capital C), quaint and charming.  Our lodge was a townhouse among the trees with all of the amenities of a well stocked home i.e., two flat screen televisions, washer/dryer (that we had difficulty getting the hang of), refrigerator, freezer, stove, oven, microwave and all of the electrical appliances that one could expect in their city dwelling back home.  The weather was clear and the air brisk – not a cloud in the sky.  A stop off at the corner store gave us the essentials for nice quiet evenings in "quarters" for the next week.

 

Sunday morning we awakened to the reality of "cold".  We had difficulty understanding how to use the combination washer/dryer (the British version that we had is not our recommended purchase for your home).  We finally admitted our incompetence and called for help.  A maintenance person came by.to provide us first hand training on the proper use of the washer/dryer.  In the process, he just casually mentioned that it was -7 Celsius.  I checked the computer for translation to Fahrenheit and was rather unimpressed.  That is slightly higher than 19 degrees Fahrenheit.  We have not been in weather this cold since Barrow Alaska.  Never mind, all else is great and we packed for this eventuality, so all is well – just seeking sympathy. We decided to celebrate the cool weather with a special dinner at the hotel which was tasty, well prepared and served in charming proper old world custom.  The evening provided a delightful beginning to our Scottish break.

 

On Monday, we finally pulled ourselves away from the comfort of our quarters and drove to Balmoral Castle, which is closed for the winter.  We substituted a visit to the Royal … Distillery for a lesson on making Scotch whiskey.  My first overview was to think that whiskey making must be a very good business.  You mix up a little barley, yeast and water, let it sit a few years and miraculously a bottle of 12 year aged malt whiskey evolves.  Well, turns out that it a little more complicated than that.  Bottom line -- I have decided not to pursue whiskey distillation as either a hobby or an avenue for future wealth.

 

Tuesday, the rain motivated us to spend a quiet day "en residence".  Ken was engrossed in  a book on the history of Scotland  which he has particularly enjoyed amid our Scottish surroundings.  Those people that we have met since we arrived here seem lovely, interesting and very gracious. One lady was careful to cautious us not to take offense but she said her father used to say that "there are two kinds of people in the World.  Those who are Scotsmen and those who want to be".  That sounded plausible to me.

 

On Wednesday we drove North through hill and dale, spellbound with the beauty of the landscape and breathtaking scenery for a Castle tour of the Aberdeen area.  We stopped for a nice "hike" through the gardens and grounds of _____ Castle. 

 

On Thursday we drove through the mountains into Inverness and a boat ride on Lock Ness in anticipation of a view of the mythical monster that supposedly resides there.  The boat ride was pleasant on this beautiful sunny day under a very blue sky.  However, Nessy was unavailable to guests on this day.of our visit.

 

Friday was devoted to preparing for our checking out and early morning departure in preparation for the last week of our five week exploration of Wales, Ireland and Scotland. But, Ken still had a "drive about" that he wanted to achieve.  We stopped in ____,  a unique village from the early 1700's and lunch, Ken visited the site of an old burial grounds overlooking the city as a requiem to a very pleasant visit to Scotland in spite of the season and the cool weather.


 
Ken and Pat Burns from the road and/or the sea
just as happy as can be


Saturday, November 07, 2009


SAT OCT 31 A CLEAR DAY










ANOTHER WEEK FROM THE ROAD

Saturday Oct 31 – A beautiful rainbow heralded a clear day and though the wind was brisk and the air cool, we were spared rain after an early morning drench.  Our day was intended to be devoted to Ken's search for the roots of his ancestors but it turned out that all of the historical places and local museums were closed, so our day was devoted to touring some cemeteries and a memorial to the "great famine".  We spent our Halloween at the Pontoon Bridge Hotel just outside of Castlebar.  It is a lovely old hotel on the water and provided a great evening of Irish music and entertainment.  We have not been taking advantage of the entertainment in the pubs.  We are off to bed too early.   But Halloween was a special evening and our choice of where to spend it was a good one.

 

Sunday Nov 1 was another rainy day so we happened upon a Radisson in Sligo that had early availability and spent the day relaxing in the hotel.  We had a problem with the electrical for my computer – the inverters that I brought with me have worked everywhere but would not work in the electrical plugs at the hotel.  Ken checked the plug in at reception and they wouldn't work there either.  The clerk was not very sympathetic.  So – we went out to seek a proper inverter only to find that there were none in town.  I was not a happy camper but when we came back to the hotel and talked to another clerk who provided us with a connector that did the job. Unfortunately, incompetence seems relevant wherever one goes.  The first clerk was not "tuned" into customer problems – real or imagined.

 

Monday – Another day of heavy rain that intimidates our sight seeing urge.  We arrived in Londonderry late afternoon, content to call it a day.  Ken checked the "tourist" brochures and was interested in attending a "famine" museum and preserved community out in the sticks.  I was negative on the drive in the rain so we appeased our sightseeing urge to a drive around the city but decided to postpone a tour of the inner city until morning in hopes of a respite from the rain.

 

Tuesday morning we trekked downtown and took the city walking tour of the "walled city" for some enlightenment in Belfast history.  Another brave couple from Israel joined us in our walled city tour in a rain that went from a "mist" to a downright downpour.  After our walking tour and "showers", we drove outside of town for a tour of the marine museum and then drove approximately 20 miles in a hard rain to the "famine" museum which was supposed to open at 5PM.  We should have phoned first – but we didn't so we deserved to brave the weather and make a long drive only to learn that the museum and its various offerings was closed for remodeling.  Duh!  The drive back to town on a dark night in a drenching rain was not an experience that we would repeat but as usual, Ken came through and delivered us safely back to our hotel.

 

Wednesday, we left Londonderry (or Derry as the locals refer to it) for our final two nights in Belfast to wrap up our visit to Ireland.  The sun shined most of the day and the drive was perfectly beautiful, providing us with our first real day of sunshine in which to relish the true awesome beauty of Ireland.  Heretofore, I have believed that New Zealand was truly the most beautiful countryside that we have visited.  Ireland is certainly a close second and perhaps, if the weather had been more cooperative, it would have been first.  Even in the rain (and it rained every day – 5 out of 13 all day) but the rain did not deter our enthusiasm for the unique natural beauty of the countryside.  We were depressed with the open anxiety of the people and their reaction to reduced tourism that has accompanied the current economic downturn.  Some areas seem less affected than others but Northern Ireland seemed in our opinion, more affected in a negative way.  One of the headlines reflected upon the closing of some 1600 pubs in Ireland over the past two years.  Apparently the Irish pub is undergoing the same irrelevance as the local bar in our country.  Make of that what you will.

 

As we approached Belfast, our beautiful day began to darken and by the time we checked into our hotel, the wind blew and the rain fell.  Another subdued evening for the Burns' who are less than enthusiastic about "trekking around in the rain".  The next morning, Thursday, we braved the elements, walked to the nearest bus stop and made our way into downtown center of Belfast.  We saw the city via bus and, after lunch, did a bus tour that was very interesting and perhaps, enlightening if only we could have understood the fast talking young man who conducted the tour.  We were given some background into the many varied elements of life in Belfast.  We were able to discern that the Titanic was built in the shipyards there.  The shipyards (an enormous property complex) are no longer in use.  The area is under major redevelopment with apartments, a college and the elements of a new life for the city is under construction. Unemployment in Ireland is a major problem.  Young people are leaving and we were given to understand that Australia is the "destination of choice". Sadly, our world is changing and people everywhere are trying to grasp and deal with the reality of hard times.

 

Our visit to Ireland concluded with Belfast.  Friday morning we boarded the ferry for Stranraer and our visit in Scotland. Our first stop will be in Glasgow and then on to the Scottish Highlands. It has been a great trip thus far.  Admittedly, we have had periods of wishing for some California sunshine, wider roads and warmer weather but in truth, it hasn't been bad at all.  Ken has done a super job of maneuvering the roads.  The roundabouts have been a difficult adjustment.   Listening to the gypsy, shifting down, watching for oncoming traffic, signaling and trying to confirm that the gypsy is right by reading the signs all while  in heavy traffic is a bit challenging especially for old people who aren't used to driving to the left handed custom of English lore.

 

 


 
Ken and Pat Burns from the road and/or the sea
just as happy as can be


Friday, October 30, 2009



















It has been an interesting week.  Our trip through Ireland thus far has been scenic, wet and delightful.  We started our second week off with a "rolly" but not too uncomfortable ride across the "pond" from Holyhead in Wales to Dublin. There were a lot of families aboard and the little ones seemed to be "up to the roll".  Gale warnings were up for Northern Ireland so I was not without some apprehension but my concerns were for naught.


When we arrived in Dublin midday, the wind was gusty and the air brisk!  After settling in at the Fitzpatrick Castle Hotel, we drove to Dublin center for dinner and suffered sticker shock when we analyzed the prices in respect to the exchange rate of the dollar to the Euro. We had been warned, thus not a big surprise but reality is sobering. Our hotel was very pleasant, comfortable and unquestionably a memory highlight of Dublin. 


After a fine Sunday morning breakfast, we  did our tourist trek downtown only to learn that most of the "tourist" sights that we were particularly interested in would not open until much later. We had planned to spend Sunday night in Dublin but decided to be satisfied with pictures from the street "looking in" of Christ Church, Dublin Castle and the city itself then proceeded on our way.  Things to do, people to see – as they say.


We stopped at a local "fuel" station off the beaten path and, in response to our inquiry, a nice young man directed us to Powerscourt Gardens.  It provided a lovely afternoon "event" of beauty and glimpse into a lifestyle that I find interesting and for which I feel more than a little envy. Ken could see himself as the "gentlemen" gardener  laying out the beautiful gardens and drawing the plans for the walkways. The gardens and castle are maintained by and belong to the Powerscourt Estate, one of England's nobility, I presume.  Our visit to the gardens culminated our exercise and "adventure" for this our first full day in Ireland.


Our revised travel plan included a stay in Wexford Sunday night but the quoted price at the one major hotel in town was more than we wanted to pay.  The town was hosting two major venues for the evening, a major opera presentation and a male choir competition as well as Monday was a  major holiday, so the town was overcome with tourists and a little "uppity" as to the value of their "vacant rooms".  We decided to drive outside of town where we found a family oriented "motel" which was pleasant and quiet except at 3AM someone in a high powered car decided to practice  race car driving.  It made for an interesting awakening.


Monday we started our day with a walk through the castle grounds of another "Lord's estate".  The grounds were well maintained but the castle itself is under renovation so we had to be content with a nice brisk walk through the beautiful gardens and satisfied with our 'daily exercise". A stop in New Ross and a tour of a replica ship that transported Irish immigrants to the United States in the early 1800s provided Ken a sobering insight into what his great great grandparents must have withstood in their pursuit of life in America. After his tour of the ship, Ken said "I hope my grandfather came to America first class".  It was depressing for Ken to see the uncomfortable and squalid conditions that the immigrants endured on that long trip.  It was disheartening to learn that 50% of those who departed for that long, difficult trip from Ireland to America died en route.  After our brief stop in New Ross and a stop for a visit to a museum and history of Richard Boyle (a Irish version of Einstein?), we made our way to Waterford and the Woodlawn Resort and Spa for our Monday night stop.


Tuesday morning we awakened to a brisk steady rain that accompanied us from Waterford to Killarney and amended any interest that we might have had for sightseeing.  We checked into a bed and breakfast in Killarney and from there we did a full days tour of the "Ring of Kerry" and the Dingle Peninsula on Wednesday and Thursday.  In spite of low hanging dark clouds and occasional rain showers, the sights of the countryside were spectacular and is reflective of the awesome beauty of Ireland  We now understand why green is the color most often associated with  the Irish – it reflects the green of their landscape.  The countryside is a beautiful lush green with neat freshly painted cottages that suggest a happy and successful lifestyle.


Of course, Ken pursued as many "suggested"  side excursions as he could in his quest to explore every cove and community.  In fulfillment of his desire to "see it all", we traveled on some very interesting "cow paths".  I am in the process of devising a rating system for the overall standing of the roads in my attempt to identify "roads" from "cow paths".  We have developed some rather "spicy" language for our "gypsy" who routes us through the maze of roads here.  Suffice to say – it is good she can't hear what we call her as we find ourselves directed down a cow path that only the "locals" should even think about. 


After concluding our exploration of the Dingle Peninsula on Thursday, we drove to Limerick where we spent Thursday night and on Friday in an overcast sky and steady rain, we visited the Cliffs of Moher and the Aillwee Cave.  If it is raining, you explore a cave?


Friday completed our second full week in the United Kingdom and each day has been interesting and eventful.  Tomorrow, Saturday, we are off to County Mayo and a trek through the countryside in search of Ken's roots.  His great great grandparents were born in the vicinity of County Mayo as well as we have been told that the countryside is spectacular and thus, we look forward to seeing what is over the next hill. 

Ken and Pat Burns from the road and/or the sea
just as happy as can be

Thursday, October 22, 2009


Tuesday Oct 20 was a blustery overcast day but we were not deterred. In spite of a light rain, forecast to get heavier, we ventured out and about.  There is so much to see and do and so little time in which to do I time must not be wasted.  We know that we are unlikely to come this way again so each place we visit is special for the here and now.


Ken decided that this was a proper day to drive in the opposite direction so off toward Liverpool we headed.  Liverpool is about 50 miles East of where we are staying.  Our destination was an area across the bay from Liverpool where Ken visited a historical presentation on German U boats from World War II while I stayed behind in the car and read.


We also were at the marina where a ferry crossed the bay to Liverpool which I suspect was no coincidence because Ken seemed to have just a hint of curiosity about the "city across the bay".  However, the chop was significant and the wind cold so I ignored his comments suggesting that "Liverpool is just across the bay".  Mark one down for me!! (I don't win many, you know.)


We stopped for lunch at a local pub and enjoyed a good relaxing lunch as we watched the rain pick up in intensity, for our drive home.  We were lucky, the roads were good and the drive was smooth until the GPS took us on a road that surely is "unchartered" by US standards.  However, we followed the "Gypsy's instructions" (our GPS) down a paved road large enough for only one car (a cow path by every definition known to a US traveler).  Nevertheless, the Gypsy had it right and we arrived safe and sound at our lodging, none the worse for wear.  What was most surprising was the amount of traffic that appeared on that "cowpath".  Everyone honored the right of way of others, and everything works here – though sometimes the system does seem a bit archaic.  Mind you, I am not complaining, just reporting.



Wednesday October 21 was a beautiful clear day and Ken had OUR day planned.  Our destination was an area in the mountains in and around Snowdonia National Park for our "train ride" of the week.  It has become  traditional for us to do a train ride and/or a boat ride at least once during each week of our travels.  This was our train ride day.  We drove (I want to say up the Coast but Ken says I never get my directions right) suffice to say along the Coast to Conwy Bay where we turned toward the mountains and passed through beautiful scenic valleys of lush green pastures and beautiful farms.  The countryside in Wales is indeed awesome in its beauty.  The pastoral beauty of the landscape is, for me, the culmination of what I seek in travel.  Though I had no idea of what we would see, do or learn in this area of the United Kingdom, we have generally been delighted with the beauty and tranquility of the countryside. The history of the area is interesting and the simple lifestyle that dates back to the days of a more "royal" lifestyle is formidable.  Neither Ken nor I have a Welsh background, but that does not deter us from appreciating what surely appears to be a strong work ethic, a hearty soul and an apparent adventuresome lifestyle. 


After a bit of a stray from the road to accommodate my early morning "toilet" breaks, we arrived in Caernarfon where we would board a steam engine powered train staffed by local volunteers of the Welsh Highland Railway for an unforgettable journey through the spectracular Rheidol Valley.  Starting in the walled town of Caernarfon, we followed the Coast as far as Dinas where we turned inland and traveled through the wooded valley of the River Gwyfai and the village of Waunfawr.  From spectacular views of the upper Gwyfai Valley, we approached the Llyn Gwellyn Lake and the surrounding beauty of an idyllic pastoral setting that suggested "heaven on earth:".  With a brief stop in Rhyd Ddu we continued on to Beddglert and finally to Hafod y Llyn where we concluded our 20 mile scenic trip.  The trip back gave us ample opportunity to enjoy the views that we had been so busy photographing on the way up. Ken advised me to be sure and spell all of the locations correctly and I responded. "Who is to know?"  Mind you – I tried to be true to their spelling and if the words make no sense – please blame it on the Welsh. 


 The trip took us 4 hours and once back at the station, we had lunch and began the drive back to our lodge.  Our evenings have been a bit dull by travel standards of the "hale and hearty" inasmuch as we return to our cabin after a full day out and about, expecting to relax, watch some television and have a quiet evening.  We receive three stations on our "in house" TV and on Wednesday night, two of the stations carried the same rugby game!  Of course, we know nothing about rugby so  Ken played games on the computer, I read and overall, the evening was less than raucous.  I am beginning to appreciate the part that the local "pub" plays in the British lifestyle.  It is their social life and in spite of Ken, I am beginning to feel a real need to "bond" with a pint now and then. We'll see how well I adjust to the Irish lifestyle next week.



On Thursday October 22 , another exhilarating day of car travel and scenic wonders were planned by my ever "adventuresome" husband and soul mate.  Early morning "taps" heralded "rise and shine: with a hurry up and go tune".  In the car, the Gypsy was programmed and we were "on the road again".  Today was a long boat ride – not long as in distance but long as in a long skinny boat.  The skys were overcast but that, of course, does not discourage "he who has a plan".   As we drove through new valleys on unfamiliar roads, I was once again mesmerized by the sheer beauty of this countryside.  I also was less than impressed as I looked down from the road into the valleys below in sheer fear of the narrow roads and sheer drop offs on which we traveled.  However, Ken, always mindful of my fears – real and imagined -- reassured me in his pragmatic way by reminding me that he was riding in the car also and if I went over the side, so would he.  That didn't impress me a whole lot, mind you. 


We had our usual early morning search for a public toilet to accommodate my needs.  I vowed that if I lived in this area, I would personally apply to the House of Commons (or whatever jurisdictional agency applies) for a right to locate "Andy Gump" toilets at all of the rest stop.  There are frequent rice stops but NO toilet facilities. If President Obama was President of the UK, I am sure he would appoint a Toilet Czar. I might even support him on that appointment.  There is a dire need for such conveniences, in my first hand and honest opinion.


Finally after a two hour ride through what I have already described as the awesome beauty of the Wales countryside, we climbed through a mountain pass and came upon the good sized beautiful town of Llangollen.  It, too, has a scenic train trip, but it isn't running on this day.  This is good – two in one week is a bit much for even me.  While investigating the train station, I ran into two nice local gentlemen volunteers who enlightened me with a brief history of the town and pointed out the flags to the recently named World Heritage Site of Pontcyllte Aqueduct.  This is   where we would board the long boats for our canal trip.  Ken had walked on ahead and thus, missed my conversation with the two gentlemen.  It was good for my ego to be able to provide a symbolic gesture of guidance to my very special "tour director" en residence.



In the old days, the town of Llangollen was a stop over point for carriages, royalty and otherwise, en route to Holyhead with a final destination of Ireland.  The town contains many old and large hotels, with beautiful old homes adorning the mountainside.  A charming locale in what to me, seemed like the middle of "No Where.  Chatting with the townspeople is in itself an adventure that provides only a clear understanding of about every fifth word.  Whatever falls in between every fifth word, I leave up to my "vivid" imagination.  Both Ken and I shake our head as if we understand but unknown to our fellow conversationalists, both of us are asking ourselfes, "what are they saying?"  Once alone each of us share our fifth word and fill  in what we believe to be credible missing words which, in our unappreciative opinion, makes about as much sense as the Welch language itself;



While we waited for our 12 noon canal trip, Ken enjoyed the charming canal locale and gleefully photographed the long boats as they maneuvered the canal. Families (some of which "live aboard" their boat) navigate through the canal, waving and smiling as they enjoy an outing that my husband would love to share. Unfortunately, our attention was diverted and we missed the departure of the horse drawn long boat and thus, a lost "photo op" that we both regret.  We had forgotten to wish Ken's brother, Don, a happy birthday this day but we did think of him as we boarded the boat for our canal ride.  He plans a trip to England next summer, perhaps we will present him with a belated birthday card containing the admission for a long boat trip on some scenic canal during his visit to Jolly Old.  We'll see.


Ken met and visited with a charming, warm and outgoing couple from London and South Wales.  They seemed to take pity on us as "older" and decidedly "eager" senior citizens and they shared the canal ride with us and added flavor to our experience.  We enjoyed their company and was sorry to part company with them as we each went our separate ways on the conclusion of our trip.  Hopefully, we will stay in touch via e mail for shared adventures and perspectives in our respective  "conquest of travel".
"The Pontcysyllte Aqueduct (Welsh pronunciation: [ËŒpÉ”ntkəˈsəɬtÉ›], full name in Welsh: Traphont Ddŵr Pontcysyllte) is a navigable aqueduct that carries the Llangollen Canal over the valley of the River Dee, between the villages of Trevor and Froncysyllte, in Wrexham in north east Wales. Completed in 1805, it is the longest and highest aqueduct in Britain, a Grade I Listed Building[1] and a World Heritage Site."  For more information on this World Heritage Site, go to: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pontcysyllte_Aqueduct

The aqueducts were built  to provide water to areas where insufficient water was available to sustain the livelihood of the area. They are a charming and interesting part of the many formidable sights and sounds of the old world.


Friday will be a day devoted to laundry, packing and preparation for our next phase which will be our travel by Ferry to Ireland and the insight of yet another lifestyle and culture. 



Life is good.



Ken and Pat Burns from the road and/or the sea
just as happy as can be

Monday, October 19, 2009


                                               HOLYHEAD and CONWY CASTLE











English                                                                                         Welch?

Monday Oct 19 dawned overcast but a non rain day was forecast.  We decided to take advantage of the day and do a drive to Holyhead to make reservations on the ferry for our trip to Dublin on Saturday.  The two hour trip went smooth.  Once our reservations were made and tickets purchased, we did a bit of a walk about in Holyhead which is quite hilly and unfriendly to walking.  We had a bite of lunch and then proceeded on our way.  I thought of our friend Bruce who has been known to comment, "I didn't leave anything there", when he has visited places of non distinction. Similarly, I couldn't help but feel that I didn't leave anything in Hollyhead.   Holyhead is an old seaport, dating back to the Romans.  The people were friendly, but the "spirit" seemed cold and uninviting – at least to me.  I am sure that it is a nice place to pass through en route to other destinations. 


After our visit to Holyhead, we stopped at Conwy Castle, one of a series of Castles built in North Wales by King Edward I during his realm  (1272-1307).  Conwy Castle is considered to be one of the best preserved Castles from the medieval period with the great hall, Kings apartment, kitchen and chapel intact in spite of the lapse of years since its erection. 


After our brief exploration of the Castle, we made our way back to our "accommodations" relaxed and congratulated ourselves on what turned out to be a beautiful day in which to view our locale.  We are doing what tourists have to do.  Taking each day one at a time thankful for the good weather that comes our way.

Ken and Pat Burns from the road and/or the sea
just as happy as can be









                      





                                                    

                                                    SUNDAY IN NORTH WALES

Our day was rather slow getting started but under threat of rain forecast for most of the coming week, we finally got ourselves moving  for an exploration of the local scene.  Our first stop a local grocery store where we found most of the items similarly priced to the U.S. except in pounds as opposed to our dollar.


After the grocery, we ventured up the coast for a "touristy look around" (Ken's daily dose



of water related sights).  We considered a visit to the local aquarium but our timing was off and I didn't feel like waiting around an hour to look at fish!  (Perhaps I am culturally challenged.)  After a walk along the waterfront in Rhyl (a summer resort coastal town approximately 50 miles east of Liverpool) we proceeded up (or down as the case may be)  the coast to  Colwyn Bay  for another walk about in the picturesque village of Rhos on Sea.  Ken checked out the local fishing excursions (just in case a fishing outing loomed possible) and we visited briefly with a local shop keeper who provided us a brief history of the area and charmed us with his friendly hospitality. Ken had seen a  castle on a hill overlooking the city and an inquiry revealed that it was indeed a beautiful Castle but that it is abandoned.  We were told that an American bought the Castle with the intent of turning it into a 5 star hotel but shortly after its purchase, some kids broke in and sat fire to it.  The local fire brigade arrived to put out the fire but the iron gates were locked and they could not get inside the complex.  The wooden structures inside were destroyed.  It has now been sold (apparently to another American) and plans to restore it are under way.  Ken wanted to get closer to get a picture but alas, the best view is from the busy highway which is too far for a photo op.  After our visit and update, we had lunch at a local tavern which according to its menu is located in a converted monastery.  A charming fire in the fireplace, the pub like atmosphere and a friendly welcome by the "inn keeper" provided a nice respite to our Sunday afternoon outing. 


After lunch we "pressed" on along the Coast and though the day was dreary, overcast and hinting of rain, the quaint residences provided an interesting prospective to what appears to be a comfortable lifestyle.  We were told that the livelihood is seasonal and that the winters are "lean" for the citizenry.  Nevertheless, the homes appeared to be above average" ample in size and well maintained..  As we approached the pier at Lladundo, (reported to be the longest pier in all of Wales), we were greeted by another charming seaside community of quaint beauty.  Many hotels located along the seaside heralded tourism as the prime source of revenue.  A walk on the pier completed our days outing as the weather was distinctly cooler as the afternoon proceeded. 


Back to our lodge, (and a nap while watching television – at least what passed as television) and a quiet evening "en residence".  Our evening was capped off by a television movie "GOODWILL HUNTING" that we had not previously seen and enjoyed.  That is how we spent our first full day in North Wales – where the local "Welch" is absolutely undetectable as any form of English that I have ever heard. What strange words they have here! 


Rain is in the forecast so tomorrow we will make the most of whatever the weather offers.  There is a mine that Ken wants to explore as well as a Castle that he feels needs his photographing expertise.  We will see.

Ken and Pat Burns from the road and/or the sea
just as happy as can be

Saturday, October 17, 2009

UP UP AND AWAY

Well, to give you the bottom line of this dissertation, we arrived at our first destination in Dyserth Rhys in Wales in one piece despite frayed nerves.  Good heavens, whoever thought to put the driver on the left hand side of the car and the car on the left hand side of the street?  Otherwise, I am sure the Brits are very bright and very well adjusted.

 

Before I get started with our experiences of the past two days, Ken is anxious to hear how his friend from his Sunday School class is doing after his heart surgery on Thursday.  If anyone from the "class" reads this, please give us an update on Bob's condition and tell him that Ken is thinking of him and remembering him in his prayers.

 

Now to bring you up to date on what, at our age, is an ongoing adventure in living.  Our shuttle picked us up at 9AM for our 1PM flight to Dallas where we were to connect to a Dallas-Heathrow flight leaving at 720P.  There was a malfunction in one of the toilet doors aboard the plane and we were delayed getting off the ground.  We were concerned with the delay because we had a 1 hour 20 minute connection for our Heathrow flight. This connection also involved a change of terminals that would require us to "pick 'em up and sit 'em down".  En route, the pilot was able to make up some of the time but once on the ground, we encountered a further delay because there was a plane already at our gate.  That delay did us in and we missed our flight, though we were rescheduled on the next flight out at 905P.  Somewhat disgruntled, we smiled accepted our good fortune and settled down for a long nights ride!!

 

I am sorry to report that the airplane seats have not expanded concurrently with my weight gain through the years and thus, comfort is not necessarily a word suitable to describe airline travel.  However, I will not bore you with my observations about the many ways one can incur aches and pains on a long overseas flight.  Our flight into Heathrow was on time and our clearance through passport control went smoothly.  In no time, paperwork was completed for our rental car and we were off to our first destination, Birmingham – a 119 mile trip with a 2 hour estimated driving time. 

 

Ken adapted pretty well to driving from the left side of the car, while shifting gears with his left hand but his versatility with the roundabouts left room for improvement.  However, it all went fairly until we missed our turn off as we approached Birmingham. and the GPS could not find our Holiday Inn Express.  We arrived in downtown Birmingham at approximately 5PM.  We checked in to our hotel finally at 9PM.  Do you have any idea how many times you can miscount the exits on a roundabout?  -- Don't bother to find out we have thoroughly road tested the ways.  Further, Ken acquiesced in acknowledging that no Christian phrases adequately express manure when one is in a state of utter frustration. I, of course, already knew that!!

 

Once at our hotel, we checked in and collapsed for a long nights sleep.  Today, our GPS brought us to our destination and our ongoing adjustment to the ways of the English is proceeding.  We will keep you posted. </div>

 Ken and Pat Burns from the road and/or the sea
just as happy as can be

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

D-DAY

Our shuttle picks us up at 9AM tomorrow. We depart LAX at 1P, arrive Dallas at 6, depart Dallas at 720PM, arrive London at 1015A on the 16th.  
 
On a personal note, we want to wish my niece, Debra Wood, a very special happy birthday. 
 
 

Monday, October 12, 2009

TRIP ITINERARY AND E MAIL CONTACT

Ken and I depart for Wales, Ireland and Scotland Thursday, October 15.  We plan to keep you updated on our experiences and adventures with regular blogs posted to patsgazette.com and we will monitor mail sent to pat@patsgazette.com.  If you wish you can direct your e mails to us from patsgazette.com.   
 
We request that you do not send any forwarded messages of non essential information to pat@patsgazette.com.  All forwarded mail or FYI enlightenment of political ,entertainment or commentary on the state of incompetence posed by the public in general should be sent to: korpburns@att.net or burns-kenneth@att.net. We look forward to catching up with the realitys posed by those gems of nonsense when we return but we hope to be too busy enjoying the countryside and sights of the United Kingdom to deal with the lighter side of life while on the road. 
 
Keep us in your thoughts as we wander  through the castles and see the countryside of the United Kingdom with a view predominately from the left (at least from the road!)
 
p
 
 
 
 
 
 

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Sunday, June 21, 2009

THE BALTIC VIA CRUISE SHIP


For those of you who may be interested, this is an overview of our Baltic cruise aboard the Norwegian Jewel. As the dawning of old age becomes more relevant to our travels, this trip was “sans” my “trusty computer”. Perhaps by the time we next "take to the road", I will invest in one of those little notebooks from which I can still maintain my favorite hobby of conveying my thoughts live and unabashed without the added burden of weight that my present laptop carries. On the theory that it is better to be late than never, I hope you enjoy my summation of our trip events and the delights encountered in our respective “Ports of Call”.
Monday, June 1 (at 730PM) Ken and I boarded American Airlines Flight 136 for London’s Heathrow Airport. We arrived Heathrow Tuesday, June 2 at 215PM. We boarded the hoppa airport shuttle to the Comfort Hotel, an American Airlines affiliated hotel near Heathrow. It was an older Hotel without the amenities that are important to some travelers but it was clean, quiet and sufficed adequately for an overnight rest.
Wednesday, June 3, we boarded the Hoppa shuttle back to Heathrow where we were met by a Norwegian Cruise Line representative who directed us to our bus for transport from the airport to our ship at the Port of Dover, an approximate 2 hour drive. The trip to Dover was comfortable, pleasant and the lovely green pastures with grazing cattle provided this country girl with fond memories of my youth on a farm in the rolling hills of Southern Indiana. Ken was more impressed with the stately manors that could be seen from the road. Once at the ship, we were registered and directed to our cabins and invited to make our way to the buffet for our first meal aboard. Food is a high priority on a cruise ship – so once aboard, it was time to get started. Our ship departed Dover on schedule and we were on our way to explore the Baltic capitals with St Petersburg, Russia an expected highlight of our trip.



As our Captain eased the 965 foot Jewel from the pier and slowly steamed away from port, we slipped past the White Cliffs of Dover to a musical rendition of that beautiful song of the same title by one of the bands aboard ship. As we steamed past the beautiful cliffs, I was reminded of the battle of Britain which was fought in this very location during World War II. The realities of history and the memories of the many battles that have been fought for us to have the freedom to enjoy our lifestyle and culture is a sobering reminder of how precious our life in the United States truly is. For me, this historical truth provided a brief reminder of the battles that have been fought to insure our freedoms and, even now, as the world confronts an economic crises and recession that endangers those very freedoms. The beautiful scenery and poignant backdrop of our heroic and courageous past seemed important to this journey into history on which we were embarked. For those of you who would like to read more about Dover and its ancillary accommodations and sights, a brief summary of the area can be found at http://www.destination360.com/europe/uk/dover.
Thursday, June 4 was a day at sea which for me was a bit lucky inasmuch as the North Sea leading us into the Baltic sea was a bit rougher than I prefer and I had not yet acclimated myself to my “sea faring” travels. It was a day of “subdued” adjustment for me.

Friday, June 5, as we steamed into the calm harbor of Copenhagen, Denmark we were greeted by the statuesque windmills of eco awareness that are fast becoming the cornerstones that herald the modern day commitment for energy survival. As these tall statutes that provide renewable energy to the citizens of Copenhagen turned above us en route to our port, I was reminded of the recent rhubarb between California’s Governor Schwarzenegger and Senator Diane Feinstein over the possible location of windmills in the high desert of California. I recognize that the objections expressed by the Senator are reflective of the outcry that has been launched by her constituents. While I respect their right to that expression (and the Senator’s need to confront it) I was reminded of how short sighted the Senator’s position is. It is painfully apparent that if we are to maintain our lifestyle and continue to enjoy the comforts that require energy, we cannot deny the need to compromise our preconceived aesthetic preferences. In order for us to generate the basic supply of those comforts, there is no choice but to embrace the less than beautiful windmills in the interest of providing an affordable and renewable source of energy. I thus concluded that those who fight this windmill syndrome of progress need to travel beyond their cocoon of isolation and think beyond their own ego centric preferences. Copenhagen’s view has not been compromised.
Once the ship had been tied up to the dock and clearance for the guests to go ashore had been granted by the local officials, the approximate 2,000 guests disembarked the ship for their respective tours and sight seeing plans for the day. Ken and I elected to do our trip ashore as an independent venture and we boarded the local “hop on and hop off” bus for a tour of the city. The bus provided us with “on board” earphones that provided us with an English translated guide and suggestions for explorations within the route of the bus.
Our bus tour took us past Amalienborg Castle. It is a real royal castle although it doesn't have towers and spires. The Queen lives here during the winter season. This is where the balcony scenes are featured whenever the royal family seizes the occasion to greet the people. Even though the castle is primarily the residence of the royal couple, visitors can experience some of the royal chambers that are not in daily use by indulging themselves in a tour of the castle, which we did not. The flag was flying above the castle which we were told indicated that a member of the royal family was in residence. Our tour took us past the “Statens Museum for Kunst” (The National Gallery) but our time was too short for a museum tour (and I don’t like museums anyway) so we were satisfied with a look see from the top of our “hop on hop off. Our tour took us by Stroget – the pedestrian street of Copenhagen and of course to the old canals which are one of the biggest tourist attractions. We drove by Tivoli Gardens, Copenhagen’s “Disneyland” and enjoyed the overall aesthetic beauty of Denmark’s orderly and clean capital city. Ken wanted to take a harbor and canal ride on one of the hop on and hop off boats. Alas, by the time we had completed our tour and got back to the canal where the boat rides were offered, it started to rain and our enthusiasm for an open boat ride was defused as fast as one can deflate a balloon. In spite of feeling a bit cheated on what had promised to be a beautiful, good weather day, we boarded our “hop on, hop off” bus and made our way back to the ship, intrigued with the beauty of Copenhagen and enthusiastic over this first stop of our 12 day cruise. For more information regarding Copenhagen and insight into its tourist rich amenities:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Copenhagen.


Saturday, June 6 our ship docked in Warnemunde, Germany. We took the ships privately escorted 2 ½ hour train excursion from Warnemunde to Berlin. The countryside was awesome as we passed through the beautiful rolling hills and viewed from our comfortable accommodations the dense forests that adorned the manicured farmland along our route. One could not help but think of how difficult it must have been for the brave men and women of World War II to maneuver through those forests and villages in defense of a world challenged by a misguided tyrant whose ambition was to instill his vision and misguided will upon a world caught unaware by their innocence. We were amazed at the miles and miles of countryside that showed care and cultivation but little activity as to actual human presence. We were told that these farms were former cooperatives formed during the East German regime and after the reunification; these people chose to continue to operate the farms as a cooperative. There were villages along the routes where presumably, the farmers made their homes and maintained a lifestyle within the village complex.
Once in Berlin, we were transferred to a bus for a three-hour coach tour, which included
Major highlights such as the East Side Gallery, the longest still-standing piece of the Berlin Wall, the Tiergarten Park with the Victory Column, as well as the Gendarmenmarkt Square. Further stops included Checkpoint Charlie, the American border crossing during the time of division, the Reichstag, the seat of the unified German government, and the Brandenburg Gate, the true symbol of the city. We were then left off at The Kurfurstendamm for independent exploration. After a short stint of shopping, we found a place to sit and people watch. Our desire for independent exploration was outweighed by our inability to find the motivation for enthusiastic activity, a frequent complaint of elderly persons in travel. Our day in Berlin culminated with a hefty rainstorm that accompanied us back to Warnemunde and provided an ample excuse to nap and recuperate from an active and enjoyable day in Germany. Further information on exploring Berlin can be found at http://www.statistik-berlin.de/berl/berl8.htm.
Sunday, June 7 was another day at sea and after our 12 ½ hour day in Germany, it was welcomed.


Monday, June 8, we arrived at Tallinn, Estonia, a former Russian satellite which regained its independence in 1991. Candidly I must “fess up” that my memories tend to underscore the discomfort of maneuvering the uneven winding cobblestone streets that adorn the enchanting but physically challenging hills. The city truly is a tribute to the crafted beauty and architectural vision of an exceedingly talented era. That said, we enjoyed our journey through the cobblestone streets and wondered at the orthodox Alexander Nevesky Cathedral which dominates the city from its elevated hilltop setting. We admired the 14th century Church of the Holly Ghost and the 13th century Gothic-style Dome Cathedral church which houses over 100 different medieval coats of arms. We viewed the exterior of the castle, now the seat of Estonia’s parliament. Built on a cliff, the Upper Town provided a superb vantage point from which to view the red-gabled roofs and spires of the lower Town. Our day out and about included a quick walk through the many tables of local goods offered for sale. It was a beautiful walk through history and a rare glimpse into the beauty that remains from an era of great talents.
Three years in a row, Tallinn was chosen as one of the world’s seven most intelligent communities from among 400 candidates. As we were later to learn, Stockholm was chosen as the most intelligent community this year because of its good role model for how technology can contribute to economic and social development. Amazing what other countries can achieve when good well intended people like we Americans are willing to work hard and finance the good works of others. (meow). In spite of my catty comments, the city of Tallinn was indeed a beautiful place to visit and its hospitality was exceedingly gracious. Further enlightenment may be found at http://www.tallinn.world-guides.com/.





Tuesday June 9 and Wednesday June 10 brought us to the highlight of out trip, St. Petersburg, Russia. Admonishments about long lines, excessive walking and agility awareness were sobering as we considered what tours to take. After consideration we decided on the Imperial St Petersburg tour which included Peterhof, the town of palaces, fountains and parks which was built by Peter the Great to rival Versailles. It lies on the southern shore of the Gulf of Finland, 22 miles west of St. Petersburg. The Grand Palace, built in the beginning of the 18th century is known as the most brilliant of all the summer residences of the Russian Tsars. The estate construction spanned two centuries and upon its completion, it encompassed seven parks and more than 20 smaller palaces and pavilions. The layout of the 300 acre park and spectacular fountains was designed by peter himself. The Grand Cascade often considered the chief delight of the grounds, consists of three waterfalls, an average of 64 fountains and 37 gilded statues. Samson, the main attraction of Peterhof, is located at the base of the Great Cascade. During world War II, the estate was occupied and all the buildings and fountains were completely demolished. For many years, the palace and the Grand Cascade were under extensive restoration. Now all guests of the city can enjoy the spectacular view of the fountains and the palace. After our tour of the Grand Palace, we toured the magnificent gardens of the Low Park in a pouring rain where through rain drops falling on our head we admired the numerous fountains and statues of the Grand Cascade. As part of our tour, we had a special hydrofoil boat transfer from Peterhof back to the city center, which encompassed a short 30-minute ride across the Gulf of Finland. The ride was one that Ken would normally have enjoyed to the maximum but alas on this day, the rain and clouds prohibited anything more than grateful thanks that the boat was enclosed. After arriving back in town, we were taken to the Spit of Vasilievsky Island where we could have otherwise enjoyed views of the city but alas, our views were severely diminished on this day. We did get a view of the Hermitage Museum and after our Russian lunch toured Saints Peter and Paul Fortress and Cathedral where marble columns, glittering chandeliers and painted décor, combined with carved and gilded iconostasis create a magnificent setting for the tombs of Russian nobility therein. In July 1998, the remains of the last Russian Tsar Nicholas II and his family were brought to the cathedral and are now “en residence” there. The tour continued along the Neva embankment and a brief stop was made for shopping Russian trinkets. It was a full and tiring day but one that will forever be forged in our memories. Many of our fellow travelers topped their day off with A Night of Russian Ballet. We did not and upon our arrival back at the ship we did not stop to eat, ask questions or await a turn down of our bed. We advised our cabin steward that we would forego his attention for the evening and collapsed in a state of exhaustion.
In acknowledgment of the precautionary admonishments about long lines, difficult stairs, difficult terrain etc, we decided to pass up a visit to the Hermitage. It is said that if one was to give proper appreciation to the wonderful works of art that are contained therein, it would take several years. With only one day, we knew we could not hope to achieve much in the way of outstanding viewership and we understood that this tour was especially difficult and exhausting. We elected instead to take the 4 hour tour of Catherine’s Estate in Tsar’s Village which included a 50-minute drive to Tsarskoye Selo (Pushkin), through Moscow Prospect, then on the Kiev Highway to the Egyptian Gates, the entrance to Tsarskoye Selo (Tsar’s Village in Russian). Catherine’s favorite palace is without a doubt one of the masterpieces of world art. (Not that I am an art connoisseur – but I did read that.) Peter the Great presented this estate to his wife Catherine in 1710, and on it a small palace was built by the architect Braunstein. From this time until the time of the last Russian Tsar, it was used as the summer residence of the Royal Family. In 1756, it was expanded in the Baroque style. During World War II, the palace suffered severe damage, but since then has been restored and stands now in its original glory. The palace contains a series of magnificent rooms, including the famous Picture Gallery and, of course, the Great Hall and the famous Amber Room. The parks of the estate add to the splendor of the palace, and several are embellished with a number of charming pavilions. Among them are the Grotto Pavilion, the Hermitage and the Chinese Pagoda. The town of Pushkin is known not only for its remarkable palace and parks, but for the man it was named after. Since 1937, it has been named after Alexander Pushkin, the most celebrated poet in the country.
Tidbits that our guide shared with us included a confirmation that 40% of the Russian population is addicted to alcohol; people are depressed and lack motivation because although they are now a capitalistic society, it is hindered in its vision by 70 years of communism. People are afraid to invest and believe in a future for their country based on capitalism because they fear the return of nationalism which would strip them of any progress they might make. Our guide seemed to suggest that the revolution had changed the lifestyle of the Russian people very little. She emphasized that the Russian people are committed to their orthodox religious beliefs which she indicated is the cornerstone to their lifestyle. She said that during communism, the churches were closed but the devout remained true to their religious convictions. When religion was once again permitted, the faithful were ready. Our guide did express a great appreciation for the education that she received under communism. She was able to gain a good education and college degree, all paid for by the State. She went on to express concern for her two children’s education because education is no longer free. She doubts that she will be able to afford to provide her children with the education that she was privy to. According to her, the average pay is $300.00 per month and people find ways to make money through the black market and other areas outside the “system”.

Our guide to Catherine’s Palace the next day was less candid and more statistical and controlled in her expressions of life in Russia. She seemed to adhere more to the “political correctness” of her presentation and, in my view, she seemed less aware of the political realties. Our guide from the day before seemed to grasp or at least have an opinion about the political realities under which she lives.

Our visit to St Petersburg was all that I expected and I must confess that I loved the beautiful architecture, the size and the aesthetics of the buildings that stand majestically and enthralling in their beauty, design and awesome splendor. I think I could have been a commendable Tsarina! http://goeasteurope.about.com/od/russia/p/stpeteprofile.htm.
http://www.saint-petersburg.com/sightseeing/

Thursday June 11 Helsinki, Finland. Feeling somewhat “economically challenged” by the European prices, we “opted” for a short three hour tour of Heskinki sometimes referred to as the ‘White City of the North.’ Our tour took us along the coastal road, past Embassy Park and the Uspenski Orthodox Cathedral with its brilliant gold onion domes. We passed Senate Square and saw important buildings attributed to the Neo-Classic architect Carl Ludwig Engel, including the famous Lutheran Cathedral. We passed by the open-air market on our way to the Olympic Stadium where the 1952 Olympic Games were held. Then it’s on to Sibelius Park to photograph the monument of over 600 steel pipes which honor the great Finnish composer Jean Sibelius. En route back to our ship, we passed by the Opera House and the Temppeliaukio Rock Church, a unique house of worship blasted into solid rock and topped by a copper dome. Unfortunately, the crowds were such that we were unable to get a picture of the Church or even really a good view.
In retrospect, we may have short changed ourselves by our rather quick and dirty tour of Helsinki. Many fellow tourists expressed their appreciation for Helsinki and many cited it as their favorite stop of the cruise. In our haste for a quick overall view of the city, perhaps we did not show it the respect that it deserved. It was a charming city but we may have failed to catch the real Helsinki. Alas, we may have blown it!! http://worldfacts.us/Finland-Helsinki.htm





Friday, June 12, Stockholm, Sweden. In the years that we have been traveling, an often asked question is “what or where was your favorite destination?” I think for this trip, Ken would definitely respond Stockholm. It was a truly captivating city, built on a lake and surrounded by buildings of impeccable design and allure, Ken was truly fascinated by the boats that beckoned his sea faring instincts. For our stop over in Stockholm we elected to take the land and sea tour. Our tour started with a boat cruise along Stockholm’s waterways. According to Stockholm’s very own “hype”, nature and city planning combined have made Stockholm one of the most attractive capitals of the world. Naturally water plays an important part in city life since no fewer than 40 bridges of every shape and size link Stockholm's 14 islands together. We were able to admire many of these as we viewed the city from our boat. As one views the beautiful buildings that border the lake and cannels one cannot help but wonder what people do to make a living in this obviously “upscale” lifestyle. I asked the tour guide and was informed that their primary resource is exportation of intellect. Our boat tour ended at the dock by the Vasa Museum where we got off for an inside visit. In the Vasa Museum, we saw the Swedish warship Vasa, once considered the pride of Sweden's navy. The present museum is built around the restored 17th century warship which sank in Stockholm's inner harbor on her maiden voyage in 1628. Its salvage in 1961, with more than 12,000 objects on board, is one of the most important events in marine archeology. After our visit to the museum, we continued our tour by coach to Old Town. In Old Town we had a walking tour of Stockholm’s oldest and coziest quarters. We were able to view the historic elegance of the exterior of the dominating Royal Palace, and strolled through the narrow, twisting alleys and cobblestone streets in the rain. Any enthusiasm for shopping that we may have had in “another life” was quickly dissipated by the rainstorm that greeted us in Old Town. We ended up finding a restaurant and sampling a rather unique and extraordinary luncheon in a local restaurant with Stockholm merchants the losers. Our tour was billed as an opportunity to experience the medieval intimacy of what is today a living historical monument. On this day – the monument was well washed and we were drenched. Any intimacy we might have otherwise felt with our Stockholm experience was washed away!!!! We were sorry that the rain continued for our return trip through the archipelago and hampered our view of that beautiful series of approximately 24,000 islands which serves as a favorite getaway for vacationers and holiday seekers alike.
http://www.geographia.com/sweden/stockholm.html
Stockholm was our last port of call. The next two days were sea days. All in all the trip was a good experience, the food was much better than the food aboard our Carnival cruise around South America. Overall we would give the cruise line good marks. We were happy with the experience and the accommodations.
June 15, we disembarked in Dover, boarded our bus to Heathrow and returned to the Comfort Hotel for our last night in London. Tuesday, June 16, we departed Heathrow for Los Angeles where we were met by our dutiful son who transported us home to a welcome by the cat and Terri upon her return from work. We didn’t have a single instance of “ships crud” or cold and for that, we are grateful
There you have it.

If you have a desire to bore yourself with more pictures, you may access our photo album at
http://picasaweb.google.com/ppinnb/BALTICCAPITALS?feat=directlink;