Saturday, July 12, 2008
One Sandal Colombia
Saturday, December 29, 2007
One Sandal Morocco
Monday, November 06, 2006
Return of One Sandal!
I leave for Peru on Wednesday, and have a new blog for a new adventure:
One Sandal Peru
Please stop by and say hello!
Please stop by and say hello!
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Kampuchea, Cambodia, Cambodge
The last round of pictures from my camera, but I may link some photos from friend's cameras in the future.
Angkor Wat is very, very cool.
(1) Check out the statutes that look like the 4-faced creature from "Transformers: The Movie."
(2) Angkor Wat itself reminds me of the Klingon Homeworld.
(3) Pick the places that are in "Lara Croft: Tomb Raider"
(4) Check out the rack of petrol bottles and Sari, my motorbike driver.
Angkor Wat is very, very cool.
(1) Check out the statutes that look like the 4-faced creature from "Transformers: The Movie."
(2) Angkor Wat itself reminds me of the Klingon Homeworld.
(3) Pick the places that are in "Lara Croft: Tomb Raider"
(4) Check out the rack of petrol bottles and Sari, my motorbike driver.
Sunday, May 08, 2005
Photos from Thailand
The Angkor Wat photos will follow soon. These are pretty goofy - enjoy.
Friday, May 06, 2005
Keep on Blogging: Moleskin Notebook
I've decided to retire One Sandal, but blogging is such good fun I'm going to give it a ride as a mere DC government lawyer rather than a thrill-seeking globetrotter. I don't anticipate it being nearly as exciting as my home here, but I'll give it a shot and see how it goes. Oh yeah - I do still have a few more photos to upload, so check back here or at my new home for lots and lots and lots of pictures from Angkor Wat and a few from my last days in Thailand.
And as always, thanks for stopping by.
http://www.moleskinnotebook.blogspot.com
And as always, thanks for stopping by.
http://www.moleskinnotebook.blogspot.com
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
A whole bunch of pictures
I'm uploading everything I have - so take a look at my ofoto page when you are bored. As I upload them, I'll add links to this posting.
http://www.kodakgallery.com/I.jsp?c=97qw432f.9o37e9gb&x=0&y=-cqx9vo
http://www.kodakgallery.com/I.jsp?c=97qw432f.5wo3l9cr&x=0&y=nfux24
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This Is The End
While I didn't see hardly a bit of Hong Kong, 'twas a proper town full of Argonauts with which to end the story of One Sandal.
My original plan was to get into Hong Kong, partake in a spell of its famous shopping, then head off to an all-night district until sun up, with a return to the airport in time for my 1130 plane to Newark's Liberty airport. However, I misread my ticket, and instead of arriving in China's "Special Administrative Region" at 6 pm, I left Bangkok at that time, which meant an arrival in HK circa 21:00. By the time I cleared customs and immigration, and dropped off my luggage, even the Asian Tiger's night markets had closed for the evening. What to do? Find a train to the city, head to a bar, and find out whether HK is truly 24-hours.
It did not disappoint.
What I soon discovered - and with the benefit of hindsight, I was a fool not to think of this beforehand - is that 24 hour bars don't pick up until the rest of the bars in the city close. (Visiting the city with only a 10 year old version of "Rough Guide: Hong Kong" was certain to result in a handful of strategic errors.) As a result I ended up spending a few hours of bar hopping in Wan Chai district solo, without much chance of meeting anyone. Alas, I eventally met up with an English resident of the former colony, and soon found myslef stumbling around Asia's City That Never Sleeps. Ended up out with some Filipino lasses until sun up around 7 ayem, at which point we headed to breakfast at one of Hong Kong's famous dim sum restaurants. These places are delightful - and all look like an elite country club from the inside - but was cheap, tasty and quick, and left me ample time to get on a bus back to the airport. Unfortunately, the bus ride back to the airport was the only actual sighsteeing I did in Hong Kong. There's always next time.
And as I begin the process (and inevitable depression) of dealing with the adjustment to my life without a Backpack, I'm in general taking solace in that notion. There's always next time. I haven't formulated some grand plan, I've not become some world changing radical, and I don't really know what life will have in store for me for the long term. But I do know this - I'm not done with the beauty, chaos, rewards, trials and adventures of living my life out of a rucksack. If anything, my travel skills (and motorbike riding prowess) need to be honed more in my lifetime, because travel just gets better when you know what you are doing. I've returned Stateside, faithful bloggers, and it's good to be home. But keep your eyes on the internet, because while the maiden voyage of One Sandal has come to its conclusion, there's always next time.
And thanks for checking in - I hope this blog has been fractionally as fun for you as it's been for me.
My original plan was to get into Hong Kong, partake in a spell of its famous shopping, then head off to an all-night district until sun up, with a return to the airport in time for my 1130 plane to Newark's Liberty airport. However, I misread my ticket, and instead of arriving in China's "Special Administrative Region" at 6 pm, I left Bangkok at that time, which meant an arrival in HK circa 21:00. By the time I cleared customs and immigration, and dropped off my luggage, even the Asian Tiger's night markets had closed for the evening. What to do? Find a train to the city, head to a bar, and find out whether HK is truly 24-hours.
It did not disappoint.
What I soon discovered - and with the benefit of hindsight, I was a fool not to think of this beforehand - is that 24 hour bars don't pick up until the rest of the bars in the city close. (Visiting the city with only a 10 year old version of "Rough Guide: Hong Kong" was certain to result in a handful of strategic errors.) As a result I ended up spending a few hours of bar hopping in Wan Chai district solo, without much chance of meeting anyone. Alas, I eventally met up with an English resident of the former colony, and soon found myslef stumbling around Asia's City That Never Sleeps. Ended up out with some Filipino lasses until sun up around 7 ayem, at which point we headed to breakfast at one of Hong Kong's famous dim sum restaurants. These places are delightful - and all look like an elite country club from the inside - but was cheap, tasty and quick, and left me ample time to get on a bus back to the airport. Unfortunately, the bus ride back to the airport was the only actual sighsteeing I did in Hong Kong. There's always next time.
And as I begin the process (and inevitable depression) of dealing with the adjustment to my life without a Backpack, I'm in general taking solace in that notion. There's always next time. I haven't formulated some grand plan, I've not become some world changing radical, and I don't really know what life will have in store for me for the long term. But I do know this - I'm not done with the beauty, chaos, rewards, trials and adventures of living my life out of a rucksack. If anything, my travel skills (and motorbike riding prowess) need to be honed more in my lifetime, because travel just gets better when you know what you are doing. I've returned Stateside, faithful bloggers, and it's good to be home. But keep your eyes on the internet, because while the maiden voyage of One Sandal has come to its conclusion, there's always next time.
And thanks for checking in - I hope this blog has been fractionally as fun for you as it's been for me.
