Zagreb, Croatia (01.10.08)
Well, it happened again. I took the night bus out of Munich last night, and about ten minutes after I left, its Take Out The Terrorists Time. I didn't find out about it until someone mentioned all the security on the street here is due to US Military Action. So maybe no more night buses for Ryan - or maybe only with a direct hotline to the Pentagon.
No current newspapers here, so its Internet Time for news. Can't imagine traveling without the internet.
So I just arrived to Croatia. Part of the former Yugoslavia. I've heard how beautiful this country is, and so far, I have been pleasantly surprised. Very clean with lots of pretty buildings. Since I arrived so early (5am!), I was fortunate enough to climb up the biggest hill in town and catch the sun peeking over the clouds and the horizon, glowing red over the two tall church steeples in the Old Town. I should try and get up for sunrise more often - although anyone who knows me knows that this is about as likely as the Taliban giving up their pal bin Laden.
Put pics of Poland and Ireland up. Photo section. Check out my family!
I am a bit tired from running around the last two weeks, so I think I will relax a bit here in Croatia, certainly to let some steam out of the War situation, and get some stuff up here on the web page, so check back. If anyone uses the 'Update me when this web page gets updated' thing, I understand it takes about 5 days after updating for this email to be sent. IE, it doesn't work too well...
Peace,
Ryan
London, England (01.09.10)
Well, I'm back in London. I am ready to leave. More on that in the Journal.
Ireland was fun. Really fun. I had thoughts of sticking around there for two weeks and working in a pub or something. I probably should have because I can't seem to get out of London (see Journal).
So the Irish are a bit quirky, and that's great. I think it rubbed off. I'm sitting there in the pub after a pint or two, and my dad says, "Bobbie, hand me the camera, I have to go to the bathroom."
Well, I don't know what you're thinking, but I know what I was thinking:
-What is this?
-Why do you need a camera to go to the bathroom?
-Why does my Dad need a camera to go to the bathroom?
-What is there to take a picture of while you are going to the bathroom?
Well, after Dad got the camera and walked away, I asked Mom, "Why does dad need the camera to go to the bathroom?"
"Oh, your father," she says, like this is one of those normal things someone does to the annoyance of the spouse, like wearing ugly ties. But its not. It's Bathroom Photography. Must be lewd or kinky, right?? Does dad have a weird www.irelandpotties.com site?
"He is taking a picture of all the urinals in Ireland." Oh, of course.
Turns out my dad has seen a few too many of those "Faces of Milwaukee" posters, or "Doors of Boston" postcards, or "Stupid collage of a bunch of the same things to try and show you the diversity of whatever place you are in." Traffic Jams of LA? Smog of LA? Anyway.
So he wants to take a picture of all the urinals in Ireland and then assemble a collage of them, title it, um, "A wee wee glance of the Loo's of Ireland," or something equally creative, and no doubt mount it in his office above a picture of a sewage treatment plant or something (His company makes millions off the government building sewage treatment plants).
As the Irish would say, "A picture of all the Loo's in Ireland? That's a grand idea. Splendid." They would. They're funny like that. There's a whole book on it, Around Ireland With a Fridge, and this guy hitchhikes around Ireland with a fridge, and when he told someone what he was doing, they said, "That's a great idea, why didn't someone else think of that?" And the Irish are really like that. Another real life story - some guys were in a pub and arguing about what was the fastest bird in the world, and when they couldn't decide (I don't know that!!!! AHHH!) one of them, who worked at Guinness, decided to write a book to collect all the biggest, most, fastest, etc. And the Guinness Book of Worlds Records was born.
So I think the whole IreLoo's is a great idea. I laughed heartily, and continued laughing heartily every time he'd dodge off with the camera and a full bladder, especially the time he told me had to wait in there for like 3 minutes for this guy to finish. Can you imagine, using the Loo, and there's this American bloke behind ya, with his Camera?
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NOTE ON SITE USE:
Anyway, from the reaction of my parents and sister and in retrospect, my grandfather, no one knows how to use the website. Right under the title bar at the top are a bunch of highlighted words, like "RU Cra-ZEE? | Vacation Photo Album | World Tour Dates | Favorite Links | Send me a message | The Chatroom | The Journal". Clicking on any of them gets you to where ya want to go. Specifically, The Journal takes ya to the journal, BUT, once in the Journal you need to click on the underlined link to the Journal. I updated it today. Photo album works the same.
Well, it happened again. I took the night bus out of Munich last night, and about ten minutes after I left, its Take Out The Terrorists Time. I didn't find out about it until someone mentioned all the security on the street here is due to US Military Action. So maybe no more night buses for Ryan - or maybe only with a direct hotline to the Pentagon.
No current newspapers here, so its Internet Time for news. Can't imagine traveling without the internet.
So I just arrived to Croatia. Part of the former Yugoslavia. I've heard how beautiful this country is, and so far, I have been pleasantly surprised. Very clean with lots of pretty buildings. Since I arrived so early (5am!), I was fortunate enough to climb up the biggest hill in town and catch the sun peeking over the clouds and the horizon, glowing red over the two tall church steeples in the Old Town. I should try and get up for sunrise more often - although anyone who knows me knows that this is about as likely as the Taliban giving up their pal bin Laden.
Put pics of Poland and Ireland up. Photo section. Check out my family!
I am a bit tired from running around the last two weeks, so I think I will relax a bit here in Croatia, certainly to let some steam out of the War situation, and get some stuff up here on the web page, so check back. If anyone uses the 'Update me when this web page gets updated' thing, I understand it takes about 5 days after updating for this email to be sent. IE, it doesn't work too well...
Peace,
Ryan
London, England (01.09.10)
Well, I'm back in London. I am ready to leave. More on that in the Journal.
Ireland was fun. Really fun. I had thoughts of sticking around there for two weeks and working in a pub or something. I probably should have because I can't seem to get out of London (see Journal).
So the Irish are a bit quirky, and that's great. I think it rubbed off. I'm sitting there in the pub after a pint or two, and my dad says, "Bobbie, hand me the camera, I have to go to the bathroom."
Well, I don't know what you're thinking, but I know what I was thinking:
-What is this?
-Why do you need a camera to go to the bathroom?
-Why does my Dad need a camera to go to the bathroom?
-What is there to take a picture of while you are going to the bathroom?
Well, after Dad got the camera and walked away, I asked Mom, "Why does dad need the camera to go to the bathroom?"
"Oh, your father," she says, like this is one of those normal things someone does to the annoyance of the spouse, like wearing ugly ties. But its not. It's Bathroom Photography. Must be lewd or kinky, right?? Does dad have a weird www.irelandpotties.com site?
"He is taking a picture of all the urinals in Ireland." Oh, of course.
Turns out my dad has seen a few too many of those "Faces of Milwaukee" posters, or "Doors of Boston" postcards, or "Stupid collage of a bunch of the same things to try and show you the diversity of whatever place you are in." Traffic Jams of LA? Smog of LA? Anyway.
So he wants to take a picture of all the urinals in Ireland and then assemble a collage of them, title it, um, "A wee wee glance of the Loo's of Ireland," or something equally creative, and no doubt mount it in his office above a picture of a sewage treatment plant or something (His company makes millions off the government building sewage treatment plants).
As the Irish would say, "A picture of all the Loo's in Ireland? That's a grand idea. Splendid." They would. They're funny like that. There's a whole book on it, Around Ireland With a Fridge, and this guy hitchhikes around Ireland with a fridge, and when he told someone what he was doing, they said, "That's a great idea, why didn't someone else think of that?" And the Irish are really like that. Another real life story - some guys were in a pub and arguing about what was the fastest bird in the world, and when they couldn't decide (I don't know that!!!! AHHH!) one of them, who worked at Guinness, decided to write a book to collect all the biggest, most, fastest, etc. And the Guinness Book of Worlds Records was born.
So I think the whole IreLoo's is a great idea. I laughed heartily, and continued laughing heartily every time he'd dodge off with the camera and a full bladder, especially the time he told me had to wait in there for like 3 minutes for this guy to finish. Can you imagine, using the Loo, and there's this American bloke behind ya, with his Camera?
--
NOTE ON SITE USE:
Anyway, from the reaction of my parents and sister and in retrospect, my grandfather, no one knows how to use the website. Right under the title bar at the top are a bunch of highlighted words, like "RU Cra-ZEE? | Vacation Photo Album | World Tour Dates | Favorite Links | Send me a message | The Chatroom | The Journal". Clicking on any of them gets you to where ya want to go. Specifically, The Journal takes ya to the journal, BUT, once in the Journal you need to click on the underlined link to the Journal. I updated it today. Photo album works the same.
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