<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868046</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 01:20:44 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Newt's Travel Log</title><description></description><link>http://newtlog.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>rocketnewton@gmail.com (Jon)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868046.post-1730632462074997641</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Jan 2007 04:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-07T23:41:49.028-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>ethiopia</category><title>Ethiopian Coffee</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/miltown77/sets/72157594464111157/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/144/348467832_243da8bc07.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently I &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/miltown77/sets/72157594464111157/"&gt;documented&lt;/a&gt; the tradition of "having coffee" in an Ethiopian household. The whole process takes maybe 20 minutes and is steeped in culture and is so much more exciting and rewarding than running down the street to Dunkin' Donuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13868046-1730632462074997641?l=newtlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://newtlog.blogspot.com/2007/01/ethiopian-coffee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (newt)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868046.post-8182219300553862364</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Dec 2006 03:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-30T22:57:03.133-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>bucharest</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>romania</category><title>A belated happy holidays</title><description>From the phenominal &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/youkeo"&gt;Youkeo&lt;/a&gt;, pictures of Bucharest, Romania on Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/336285022_029c510b2c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/336285022_029c510b2c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/157/336276677_5ac29f01db.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/157/336276677_5ac29f01db.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13868046-8182219300553862364?l=newtlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://newtlog.blogspot.com/2006/12/belated-happy-holidays.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (newt)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868046.post-1909389601659444697</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Nov 2006 04:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-27T23:49:20.156-05:00</atom:updated><title>Map your travels</title><description>Here's &lt;a href="http://www.travbuddy.com/widget_map_confirm.php?id=9044"&gt;a map of all the countries&lt;/a&gt; i've visited so far, courtesy of TravBuddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13868046-1909389601659444697?l=newtlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://newtlog.blogspot.com/2006/11/map-your-travels.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (newt)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868046.post-9003688742169270635</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Nov 2006 04:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-27T23:18:40.497-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>moldova</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>romania</category><title>Travel Guide</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.romaniaandmoldova.com/"&gt;Romania and Moldova Travel Guide&lt;/a&gt; by Lonely Planet's resident expert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13868046-9003688742169270635?l=newtlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://newtlog.blogspot.com/2006/11/travel-guide.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (newt)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868046.post-6598195919990411666</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Nov 2006 02:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-17T21:26:12.109-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>transdniestr</category><title>Transdniestr</title><description>It seems the business man I meet in Romania who warned me not to go into &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transdniestr"&gt;Transdniestr&lt;/a&gt; solo and without planning &lt;a href="http://www.lonelyplanet.com/journeys/feature/tiraspol06.cfm"&gt;gave me solid advice&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13868046-6598195919990411666?l=newtlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://newtlog.blogspot.com/2006/11/transdniestr.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (newt)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868046.post-3941957818661198099</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Nov 2006 05:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-01T00:43:33.297-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>bucharest</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>travel</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>romania</category><title>More Bucharest</title><description>I've been quite obsesive about Bucharest lately, digging through the internets using the google to find anything and everything on this city which has hold on my mind. I've been finding &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/tags/bucharest"&gt;some great pictures&lt;/a&gt; on flickr including photos from &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/youkeo"&gt;youkeo&lt;/a&gt;, a frenchmen who has been in Bucharest for over 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/88/280924484_24f0082ed9_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/88/280924484_24f0082ed9_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He puts it well when describing the city: "Bucharest is the most unexpected city that i ever seen. I've been living here for more than 2 years, and it's still astonishing me every day. If you're from a west-european of north-american city, you couldn't choose better than Bucharest as a place to visit if you're looking for contrasts, diversity, and the unexpected"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13868046-3941957818661198099?l=newtlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://newtlog.blogspot.com/2006/11/more-bucharest.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (newt)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868046.post-5804986385722827980</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Oct 2006 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-01T00:43:50.644-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>travel</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>romania</category><title>Dreaming of Romania</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/85/246738761_fda76376fa.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/85/246738761_fda76376fa.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This place really has a grip on me.. I can't stop thinking about it, and soon i can visit again  and explore everything that i missed. i've started reading romanian &lt;a href="http://londonbucharest.blogspot.com/"&gt;blogs&lt;/a&gt; and searching out any &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/search/?q=bucharest&amp;w=all&amp;amp;s=int"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt; i can find..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13868046-5804986385722827980?l=newtlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://newtlog.blogspot.com/2006/10/dreaming-of-romania.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (newt)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868046.post-4547712168957782685</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Oct 2006 15:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-12T11:33:45.268-04:00</atom:updated><title>My book list</title><description>Before it slips my mind, here's what i read while traveling europe; * = favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mort - prachett&lt;br /&gt;*neverwhere - gaiman&lt;br /&gt;neuromancer - gibson&lt;br /&gt;da vinci code - brown&lt;br /&gt;foundation - asimov&lt;br /&gt;istanbul: memories and the city - pamuk (skipped)&lt;br /&gt;fancies and goodnights - collier&lt;br /&gt;40 watts from nowhere - carpenter&lt;br /&gt;barrel fever - sedaris&lt;br /&gt;hells angles - thompson&lt;br /&gt;*another bullshit night in suck city - flynn&lt;br /&gt;the man in the high castle - dick&lt;br /&gt;slaughterhouse 5 - vonnegut&lt;br /&gt;death in the afternoon - hemingway (skipped)&lt;br /&gt;gangland - williams&lt;br /&gt;the joy - howard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13868046-4547712168957782685?l=newtlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://newtlog.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-book-list.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (newt)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868046.post-116052773405512728</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Oct 2006 00:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-29T10:46:01.972-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>europe</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>travel</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>vacation</category><title>Final thoughts?</title><description>Here are some rambling and perhaps final thoughts...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate toilet paper, both the existence of, and quality, in most public restrooms in the US so far. Yes yes, what a thing to say but its really the small things that make the most difference. In Romania they had either 1) none or 2) party streamers. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7182/1692/1600/streamers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7182/1692/320/streamers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of our trip someone told us that for him traveling was all about meeting people (to party with). Bah! what are you talking about?!, we replied, its all about the sites and scenery. Now after a month of solo travel i see exactly what he meant. Some of my destinations were made great because of the people i met there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/104/267941990_45257ffe71.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/104/267941990_45257ffe71.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple living was another wonderful part of my trip. I lived out of a medium sized backpack for 2 months and shopped for food at tiny markets... and now i'm home with dozens of tshirts, 4 pair of pants and 2 pairs of sneakers! so much stuff... and i went to walmart yesterday. it almost drained all the europe out of me. good lord. what a giigantic crapfest of useless junk.  hmmm. i see that i'm back to my cynical self. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;post trip resolutions&lt;br /&gt;- stop being an anti-social bastard and meet more ppl&lt;br /&gt;- walk more (although i just bought a new car, doh!)&lt;br /&gt;- avoid TV and over-working, do more "living"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 things to bring when backpacking europe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. earplugs (check!), for the loud snorers in ever hostel&lt;br /&gt;2. flip flops (didn't bring), for use in showers... sometimes the soles of my feet itch when hiking, is it a longing for europe or shower foot?&lt;br /&gt;3. small compass (didn't bring), would have help me get oriented with maps many many times.. instead i got lost&lt;br /&gt;4. flash light (didn't bring), to avoid getting killed at night on unlight irish roads and for late night rummaging in hostel dorms&lt;br /&gt;5. toilet paper (check!), for eastern europe (see above) or long hikes only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;My favorite places:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/85/246738761_fda76376fa.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/85/246738761_fda76376fa.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bucharest, Romania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3940/3525/1600/IMG_6798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3940/3525/1600/IMG_6798.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jungfrau Region, Switzerland (aka interlaken, lauterbrunnen and gimmelwald)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/97/266452558_831d2a45fa.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/97/266452558_831d2a45fa.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doolin, County Clare, Ireland (off season only, i've heard its hell in the summer)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13868046-116052773405512728?l=newtlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://newtlog.blogspot.com/2006/10/some-random-thoughts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (newt)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868046.post-116052714772271025</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Oct 2006 23:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-10T23:38:10.379-04:00</atom:updated><title>Ireland, Finally</title><description>Here are a few favorites from Ireland, see more in my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/miltown77/sets/72157594322267330/"&gt;ireland photoset&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/88/266451188_83be4477e5.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/88/266451188_83be4477e5.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thatched roof on St. John's Peninsula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/101/266451448_8f6f0bb6cd.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/101/266451448_8f6f0bb6cd.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Giant's Causeway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/84/266451508_9e89d4b953.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/84/266451508_9e89d4b953.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Giant's Causeway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/104/266451552_988bceabd7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/104/266451552_988bceabd7.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Irish breakfast aka heart attack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/93/266452027_0783a29653.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/93/266452027_0783a29653.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;zen/buddhist adam in galway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/111/266452058_8e3850e3cf.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/111/266452058_8e3850e3cf.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;session in The Crane, galway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/80/266452342_15fecaea8b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/80/266452342_15fecaea8b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dangling on the cliffs of moher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/79/266452611_30ab5021b7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/79/266452611_30ab5021b7.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;socializing at the aille river hostel, doolin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/107/266452651_1df2352e9d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/107/266452651_1df2352e9d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;buring peet and wood in the hostel, toasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/92/266452745_9874963a15.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/92/266452745_9874963a15.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our hostel in dingle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/112/266452804_71c056b550.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/112/266452804_71c056b550.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good music at The Small Bridge pub in dingle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/97/266453041_5ec709a678.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/97/266453041_5ec709a678.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A rainbow over the dingle peninsula&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13868046-116052714772271025?l=newtlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://newtlog.blogspot.com/2006/10/ireland-finally.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (newt)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868046.post-115981932007368225</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Oct 2006 20:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-10T23:38:10.316-04:00</atom:updated><title>Home!!</title><description>Got in last night, weird feeling to be home, to wear different clothes and hold a cell phone. More commentaries, pictures and a full recap of ireland on the way. stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13868046-115981932007368225?l=newtlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://newtlog.blogspot.com/2006/10/home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (newt)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868046.post-115928007154860116</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Sep 2006 13:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-10T23:38:10.252-04:00</atom:updated><title>A few pictures (which i did not take)</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.mcdermottspubdoolin.com/mcdermotts_doolin_music/yvonne-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.mcdermottspubdoolin.com/mcdermotts_doolin_music/yvonne-l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I saw this women and the man below play at McDermotts pub last night. They were joined by an irish bagpipe and acoustic guitar. They were phenominal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcdermottspubdoolin.com/mcdermotts_doolin_music/ger-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.mcdermottspubdoolin.com/mcdermotts_doolin_music/ger-l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cliffs-moher.com/_images/cliffs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cliffs-moher.com/_images/cliffs1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Cliffs of Moher. I had hike the bottom half of the cliffs yesterday and today i drove out the far end (see upper right hand of picture) and hiked around an old tower that is still standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shannonregiontourism.ie/images/Accommodation/LHS03200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.shannonregiontourism.ie/images/Accommodation/LHS03200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the Aille River Hostel where i am staying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13868046-115928007154860116?l=newtlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://newtlog.blogspot.com/2006/09/few-pictures-which-i-did-not-take.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (newt)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868046.post-115920144366864921</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Sep 2006 16:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-10T23:38:10.183-04:00</atom:updated><title>Doolin</title><description>I'm staying at a wonderful hostel on a small river in the tiny town of Doolin, in county clare. They are renowned for their traditional music which is performed at informal jam sessions in the few local pubs in town. So far this place is perfect, a coffee shop, a small deli/grocery and a crafts store which sells used books. Coffee, food and books. Perfect. Awesome scenery as well and this hostel is really cosey. Went to see Cliffs of Moher today, which are close by to Doolin. Pretty good but i liked Giants Causeway and Fair Head much better. Tons of tourists at Moher. Last night i went to The Crane in Galway city and saw a traditional music set, with about 10-12 musicians and singers. All improv, unplaned jam. It was wicked. 3 fiddles, 2 accordians, 2 banjos, 1 guitar, 1 madolin (thingy), a small flute, and later two people who sang and played guitar along with everyone else. Talked with an older women from galway about life and such. Upstairs "crooked still" from Boston was playing.. what are the chances that a boston band plays while in the same pub as me.? sold out though. too bad. Internet is expensive and the free kind usually doesn't let you upload pics.. Maybe, soon. Just think: green.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13868046-115920144366864921?l=newtlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://newtlog.blogspot.com/2006/09/doolin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (newt)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868046.post-115910990671510926</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Sep 2006 14:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-10T23:38:10.117-04:00</atom:updated><title>Giants Causeway, NI coastline and Galway</title><description>Hello from Galway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last few days i've traveled from dublin, west to county Sligo then north along the coast curving around eventually to the Giants Causeway which is in North East Ireland. I saw so much beautiful countryside, rolling hills, mountains, oceans calm and rough, and drove out onto a few peninsulas. Giant's Causeway and Fair Head were the best so far. Giants Causeway is a set of huge cliffs which interesting rock formations. From there you can see Fair Head to the east. This is another massive cliff which i hiked to the top of and peered over the edge. The hike was through farm land with only tiny trails to guide your way and nothing on the cliff to stop you from failing off. Wait till you see pictures. The east coast of northern ireland was also very beautiful, extremely rugged seas and some forests. I drove all the way down to belfast and was going to spend a few hours but parking was problematic so i drove diaganol west back to Sligo and stayed in the same hostel as a few days ago.. luckily i left some food there by mistake and it hadn't been thrown out, so i had free dinner that night after a long drive. Right now i'm in Galway city. Very nice place, small, nice square in the middle and some wonderful looking pubs. I watched a women playing a traditional irish instrumental that looked like a cross between a bag pipe and accordian. Tonight i'm going to "The Crane" which is supposed to have the best jam session for trad. music in galway. Tomorrow i may go to the Aran Islands and then head south to The Burren area, to Doolin because i've been told by numerous people that they have _the best_ music in all of ireland in the pubs there. If i don't get stuck there, then south to county clare and kerry (yes, cliffs of moher, dingle, et al). So far i've only had 1 traditional irish meal, breakfast. What a heartattack. 1 egg, 6 pieces of toast, 2 sausages, 2 _slabs_ of bacon, 3 or 4 pieces of some type of sweet bread, beans, a grilled tomato, half dozen whole mushrooms. i didn't eat lunch or dinner. really. Sometime soon, i'll have some "pub grub"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13868046-115910990671510926?l=newtlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://newtlog.blogspot.com/2006/09/giants-causeway-ni-coastline-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (newt)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868046.post-115884961126005056</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Sep 2006 14:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-10T23:38:10.048-04:00</atom:updated><title>Green, Green and Green</title><description>Now i see why green is for irish... All the hills and valleys are a thick patchwork of green, segmented by old stone walls or bushes. Its very beautiful so far.The hillsides are full of cows and sheep of all different colors. Right now i'm in Donegal town in Donegal county, near the west coast, north of Sligo County, where i spent the night in a youth hostel with a frenchmen, dane, aussie and kiwi, watching simpsons, southpark and other american tv. it was very relaxing. I'm driving a little Fiat Punto 4 door. Not as small as i hoped but good enough. Driving on the left side of the road was quick to pick up, although there are times where you have to double check before turning,, a hint of doubt coming into your mind as to what side you should be on. Besides being green here, its expensive, on par with London i would imagine but with far fewer hostels and "cheap" accomodations. My current plan is to continue north along west coast and come around to the Giant's Causeway and then cut a diagonal back to the west coast again. I'm also pondering Iceland after realizing that ireland is a small island. I'll see how far i've made it after 5 days and maybe geta  cheap flight to iceland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13868046-115884961126005056?l=newtlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://newtlog.blogspot.com/2006/09/green-green-and-green.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (newt)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868046.post-115861137089173540</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Sep 2006 20:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-10T23:38:09.982-04:00</atom:updated><title>Work Will Free (you)</title><description>Today i visited concentration camps in Oświęcim, Poland. There is Auschwitz I and Auschwitz II aka Birkenau. The following are the only photos i took.  Ask me more about it in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="reflect" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/84/246750753_a26a7e82c4.jpg?v=0" onload="show_notes_initially();" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful tree covered lane.. The grounds and buildings here are "relativley" nice because it was not designed as a death camp but rather a campus for soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="reflect" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/56/246751032_d6e28169c2.jpg?v=0" onload="show_notes_initially();" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the entrances to Auschwitz with the words "arbeit macht frei", meaning "Work Will Free" (you) or "Work Liberates".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="reflect" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/85/246750896_b3b0356bd8.jpg?v=0" onload="show_notes_initially();" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israeli students visiting, flying many many flags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="reflect" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/88/246751112_923d563c4a.jpg?v=0" onload="show_notes_initially();" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Birkenau, which was designed from scatch for the purpose of extermination. The main entrance/guard tower sits at the end of this rail line, look hard and you will see it and realize how large this place is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="reflect" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/87/246751169_196304d023.jpg?v=0" onload="show_notes_initially();" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the latrine houses, "Behave Calmly"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13868046-115861137089173540?l=newtlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://newtlog.blogspot.com/2006/09/work-will-free-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (newt)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868046.post-115861025895662256</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Sep 2006 19:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-10T23:38:09.914-04:00</atom:updated><title>Poland Pix</title><description>&lt;img class="reflect" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/95/246740924_76ccd3642e.jpg?v=0" onload="show_notes_initially();" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Vienna, Austria, the old men play chess. In lublin, poland, they play cards in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="reflect" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/97/246740977_24adc8d713.jpg?v=0" onload="show_notes_initially();" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countryside, travling by train to Krakow from Lublin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="reflect" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/92/246741108_0af2f0f606.jpg?v=0" onload="show_notes_initially();" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hazy morning in Polska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="reflect" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/96/246741560_a9f69133dd.jpg?v=0" onload="show_notes_initially();" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the mine shift at the Wieliczka Salt Mine. Recently closed in 1996, started production in 1300s and the area has been used for salt since 3000 BC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="reflect" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/93/246741192_a643c45a60.jpg?v=0" onload="show_notes_initially();" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the mines are incredible statues and monuments carved out of the salt rock by common workers. This women is the patron saint of the mine and is recieving a diamond ring (which she had thrown into the mine early)... i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="reflect" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/89/246741680_97b493afc0.jpg?v=0" onload="show_notes_initially();" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine tunnels, note white salt walls. they also mine "grey" salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="reflect" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/81/246741740_14e70526aa.jpg?v=0" onload="show_notes_initially();" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were allowed to lick the walls if we so inclined... i was not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="reflect" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/94/246741822_8b4960ef7d.jpg?v=0" onload="show_notes_initially();" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A carving of a gnome. Miners believed these creatures lived and worked in the mines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="reflect" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/82/246741867_fa7b48dbaa.jpg?v=0" onload="show_notes_initially();" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church inside the mine.. Crazy!! Gorgeous carvings all over the place and it is still used as an active chapel. notice the carving at the middle top of the picture (in the middle of the altar), it is glowing. The grey salt is so pure that it can be illuminated almost as if it were a clear substance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="reflect" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/88/246742010_499f6d98ea.jpg?v=0" onload="show_notes_initially();" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to the workers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="reflect" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/86/246742183_91ae523bbe.jpg?v=0" onload="show_notes_initially();" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A miners prayer. I think it is the other prayer (not pictured), which ends in "God Bless".  Miners would not say hello or goodbye but rather God Bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13868046-115861025895662256?l=newtlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://newtlog.blogspot.com/2006/09/poland-pix.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (newt)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868046.post-115860915346091960</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Sep 2006 19:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-10T23:38:09.848-04:00</atom:updated><title>Romania pix</title><description>&lt;img class="reflect" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/85/246738761_fda76376fa.jpg?v=0" onload="show_notes_initially();" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Palace_of_the_Parliament"&gt;palace of the people&lt;/a&gt;" in bucharest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="reflect" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/94/246738586_b9edb2400f.jpg?v=0" onload="show_notes_initially();" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concrete apartment buildings at the other end of avenue seen above, built during communist rule. now sprouting all types of adverts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="reflect" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/85/246739070_7d1b480102.jpg?v=0" onload="show_notes_initially();" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gogoasainfuriata.ro/"&gt;The Infuriated Donut&lt;/a&gt;. i'll take this over dunkin donuts any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="reflect" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/93/246739197_bc038c0a5a.jpg?v=0" onload="show_notes_initially();" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another church in bucharest. People to left of church are lining up to hand in prayers and intentions to be said by priests inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="reflect" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/90/246739397_32ab339422.jpg?v=0" onload="show_notes_initially();" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpathian mountains, on the train to Brasov. If you look closely at the high peak on right, you will see a cross. Placed there in memory of all the romanians who died in war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="reflect" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/97/246739575_e50e4bf18c.jpg?v=0" onload="show_notes_initially();" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church art in Brasov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="reflect" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/82/246739783_06bc9e0715.jpg?v=0" onload="show_notes_initially();" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a cemetary in Brasov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="reflect" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/94/246739965_8593b8dd0f.jpg?v=0" onload="show_notes_initially();" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brasov is the second biggest city in Romania... this entitles them to a HOLLYWOOD type sign in the mountains. You can hike or take cable car up there for great views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="reflect" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/94/246740290_bd8a475e35.jpg?v=0" onload="show_notes_initially();" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peleş Castle in Sinaia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="reflect" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/79/246738987_320c84e7b4.jpg?v=1158608124" onload="show_notes_initially();" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell which bill is worth more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="reflect" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/82/246740586_d6c2507746.jpg?v=0" onload="show_notes_initially();" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So called Turkish Toilet..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13868046-115860915346091960?l=newtlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://newtlog.blogspot.com/2006/09/romania-pix.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (newt)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868046.post-115851140477142148</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Sep 2006 16:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-10T23:38:09.783-04:00</atom:updated><title>Ireland ahoy! - update</title><description>Krakow has been really nice so far.. Took the redeye train (5:30am) from lublin to krakow, staying at Nathan's Villa Hostel (run by nathan from lowell, ma). Went to see the big salt mine 30 minutes away. It was wicked. Tons of statues and even a church carved out of salt rock. Wait for the pics. Tomorrow i will go to auschwitz early and then hopefully start my journey to Ireland. I'm going to skip berlin.. just not feeling the big cities anymore. After buying the lonely planet book on ireland i meet a couple from ireland in the big plaza here. They filled me in on the best part to visit and what to avoid.. I will attempt to rent a car and travel the west coast, going as far north as Mayo area. Wish me luck! Hopefully upload some pictures soon, don't hold your breath though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;just booked my flights and car; i will land in dublin on 19th, rent a "mini" car (e.g. really small, not mini the brand), drive to northwest and then make my way down coast to catch a flight on 30th from Cork. This will be my first time driving on left side of road (on purpose) and with a stick shift at that (automatics are uncommon and expensive).. Wooohoooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping my car will be about this size:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cavs.mit.edu/MEDIA/00188.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://cavs.mit.edu/MEDIA/00188.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also - Good Lord is ryanair cheap!! My flight over was expensive cause i booked last minute but my flight back to london was roughly $17. That is great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13868046-115851140477142148?l=newtlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://newtlog.blogspot.com/2006/09/ireland-ahoy-update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (newt)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868046.post-115843120889650961</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Sep 2006 18:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-10T23:38:09.720-04:00</atom:updated><title>Lublin, Poland</title><description>Hello from Lublin, another quaint city/town.. I just booked a super early train to Krakow (5:30am), I will stay there for a day or so, then to berlin and then i think i will fly to ireland for a week or so.. europe is starting to all look the same. I'm yearning for more country settings but that is difficult when traveling by train, without a car, so i've decided to bang out the last few cities i'd like to visit and hopefully get over a week in ireland. If anyone has lovely spots for me to see, please email or leave comment, ASAP. I will be home in two weeks from now. It will be a nice change of scenary and i cant wait to see everyone and for caitlin and i to share stories.. we'll need to have a massive slide show party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To repeat - send ireland suggestions now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13868046-115843120889650961?l=newtlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://newtlog.blogspot.com/2006/09/lublin-poland.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (newt)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868046.post-115834353780718987</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Sep 2006 17:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-10T23:38:09.645-04:00</atom:updated><title>Warsaw, Poland.</title><description>I landed a few hours ago in Warsaw. 1 hour flight from Bucharest. My bank card works and staying at a nice hostel. So far the city seems nice.. It was almost totally flattened in second world war, so most is new. There is a small old town that i may visit tomorrow but my priority is to get out of here and into the country. Will be heading south and stop in a few towns on my way to Krakow. Meet a couple from NY and two businessmen from CT and an older married couple from Ohio who were helping at an orphanage in bucharest.. Got yet another stamp in my passport and picked up some more weird money. I will hopefully have a nice collection when i get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - trivia time. First person to answer correctly will win a trinket from europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a picture of the "palace of culture and science" in Warsaw. It was a gift to Poland from Stalin during polands domination by Russia. Many poles have a strong dislike for the building. The question: why do these same poles say the best view of warsaw is from its observation deck? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/1600/150px-Palackultury.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/400/150px-Palackultury.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13868046-115834353780718987?l=newtlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://newtlog.blogspot.com/2006/09/warsaw-poland.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (newt)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868046.post-115825544972720075</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Sep 2006 16:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-10T23:38:09.582-04:00</atom:updated><title>Romania</title><description>The wild ride that is bucharest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a woman in budapest (who has a boyfriend, don't worry!) who was supposed to spend 6 weeks there.. budapest (in hungary) is a great city but i suggested that she is slightly nuts to spend all her time in one place.. And so the short of it is that she asked to travel with me, and we ended up flying to bucharest, capital of romania. It was great to have someone to travel with and ended up being a total life saver, when, at bucharest airport (decided to skip the 12+ hour train ride) i discover that my bank card does not work.. i have never gotten into teh habit of taking out huge sums of money because its so easy to just hit the ATM. i also did not have a return ticket, 1 way, in order to be flexible with where i go next. If i hadn't been traveling with her, shirley, then i would be pan handling at the airport, now still.. I did end up figuring out a way to get money out of my credit card (there is 1 bank big enough which allows you to withdraw on your card at the bank counter). phew. I, we, stayed in a great hostel called the funky chicken. The accomadations were okay but the people i meet were great. Talked with 2 germans, 3 guys from holland (where if you are 6ft in height, you are considered short, seriously), dave the rave from UK (wonderful guy), 2 brit women, and a bunch of others, including a guy from finland who lives in argentina but has spent the last 3-4 months in bucharest. Also randomly meet a german (who lives in vienna) on the way to see the palace (see below). People drank, played chess, read books, watched english language TV :) Wonderful. Some short images to describe Bucharest: loud, dirty, poor, congested, smog, communist style concrete buildings, huge "palace of the people", wonderful othrodox churches, friendly people, a lot of stray dogs.. This is definitely Eastern Europe. Budapest (hungary) had 1/8 of the eastern feel this place does. Mixed heavly into the commie vibe is capitalism booming strong, with huge billboards on the old communist built apartment complexes. very odd constrast. The major redeming factor of this place for me was visiting the orthodox churches, experiencing the people practicing their religion: everyone makes sign of cross when passing the church, they kneel on the stone/marble floors  (ouch), their are no  pews,  big  golden pictures of  religious figures which are  touched and kissed,  huge lines of people writing down prayers and offers to be said by multiple priest all at the same time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also today and yesterday i spent a day and night in Brasov, 3 hours north bucharest. This is second biggest city, wonderful place, reminds me a bit of old town in prague. In the morning we paid the hostel owner, a wonderful man named gabrielle to drive us to Sinaia, 1 hour south to see the castles (thanks maryann!!). They were fantastic, ornate decorations, a lot of gorgeous carved wood, marble, all types of design. Couldn't take pictures inside, so look up Sinaia castles or something (they actually have different names but you'll find them). Then he drove us back to bucharest so shirley could get a flight back to budapest (and eventually back to california where she is from). There were no flights going to ukraine or Poland and I decided to skip Turkey because my bank card won't work their either.. (my bank doesn't support a few countries, including the above mentioned.. small detail i forgot about, will be fine once in poland). I'm also skipping ukraine until further notice because the visa details are still a little sketchy and the airport women said they may hassle if i don't have a return ticket (and i only book 1 way!). I'm also skipping Republic of Moldova and Trainsdneistr after speaking with an ex-pat who said the visa price will be infalted because i'm American, he paid 130 euro to get entry. So I am heading to Poland, Warsaw, tomorrow afternoon. I'm back at the chicken hostel for tonight. It was good traveling with someone for a few days but i am well ready to get back on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/1600/Img_8318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/320/Img_8318.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look, me! in a photo! Standing in front of the gienormous "palace of the people" built by last commie dictator of romania (who was overthrown and put to the firing squad in 89). This is the 2nd largest building in the world, the first being pentagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/1600/Img_8306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/320/Img_8306.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ortho Christian church. I don't think i took any pictures inside, but wonderfully different from the churches of western europe. very dark, heavy painted walls with designs and pictures. Most are black inside from soot from being light by flame before dawn of electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/1600/Img_8308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/320/Img_8308.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is also bucharest. Perhaps one of the worse looking buildings, but things generally don't get too much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/1600/Img_8310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/320/Img_8310.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another shot of the palace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/1600/Img_8302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/320/Img_8302.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another concrete apartment block. Go communism!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/1600/Img_8422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/320/Img_8422.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In green, dave from england, others: from holland, clockwise: a journalist, a nueropycsh doctor, a medical doctor. Spents a few hours talking about english language dialects, politics and life. wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/1600/Img_8373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/320/Img_8373.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our tour guide for the palace, an awesome guy. A native of bucahest. He always asked us "why do you act like this is a funeral?". Everyone was very quit on the tour.. I felt it was partly because of his... voice.. attitude.. mannerisms. which i've found to be typical of the city. He gives off a vibe of being serious, perhaps monotone at times.. but then he cracks jokes and other stuff and you see he's really not like you first thought. Its slightly hard to explain.. In the end , i really liked the romanian people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/1600/Img_8378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/320/Img_8378.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are two models of the Dacia automobile company. WHen the communists were in power, everything was controlled, rationed and manufactored by The State. You want a car? You go on a waiting list to get a Dacia. I learn later that only one model was made at a time, for a run of several years. Our host in Brasov could tell us how old any car on the street was just by the model..  You wouldn't of even had the choice between the two above, or color. Just CAR. On top of all this, they are pieces of junk and feel like a tin can. That was all was available during the communist rule. Nothing else. So really, not to sound cliche, and not that i like  everything about the US car market or capitalism, but this alternative sucks.. period. It was very eye opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/1600/Img_8381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/320/Img_8381.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another wonderful church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13868046-115825544972720075?l=newtlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://newtlog.blogspot.com/2006/09/romania.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (newt)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868046.post-115806632656466760</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Sep 2006 12:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-10T23:38:09.516-04:00</atom:updated><title>Hello from Bucharest</title><description>Just a quick update, i am currently in bucharest, romania. Tomorrow i travel to brasov (in the country) and then back to bucharest. Afterwards i will either do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. republic of moldova, to see the "country" of transdienstr (which officially does not exist) and that is supposed to be like visiting USSR, they use rubbels, have statues to lenin, stalin, old russian tanks, etc. wild. then perhaps onto ukraine and back around to poland and berlin&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;2. south to istanbul and other parts of turkey (and maybe jordan?). and then who knows where..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;br /&gt;jon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13868046-115806632656466760?l=newtlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://newtlog.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-from-bucharest.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (newt)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868046.post-115783072807027674</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Sep 2006 19:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-10T23:38:09.439-04:00</atom:updated><title>Vienna Pics</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/1600/IMG_8081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/320/IMG_8081.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/1600/IMG_8079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/320/IMG_8079.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This poor dog could hardly keep up with slow paced owners..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/1600/IMG_8042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/320/IMG_8042.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the golden cabbage on top of art musuem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/1600/IMG_8039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/320/IMG_8039.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nicely decorated subway station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/1600/IMG_8045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/320/IMG_8045.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;opera house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/1600/IMG_8023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/320/IMG_8023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/1600/IMG_8017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/320/IMG_8017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;segway store! you could buy or rent, they had different models for sale including one fitted for off-roading&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13868046-115783072807027674?l=newtlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://newtlog.blogspot.com/2006/09/vienna-pics.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (newt)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13868046.post-115782989070798145</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Sep 2006 18:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-10T23:38:09.363-04:00</atom:updated><title>Budapest</title><description>Budapest is made up of two parts, buda and pest. Really. Buda is the older section and Pest the more modern. I arrived this afternoon and after an hour of trying to obtain hospitality, i am now lodged at the mellow mood hostel in downtown pest. These past two days have been quite strange indeed. Last night in Vienna i went to a johnny cash tribute show in the first rock club i've found so far in europe. it was out on the outskirts of vienna (e.g. west roxbury in boston) and had a steep door fee, 15 euro, and i missed all the opening bands 'cause i figured it said 8pm, so that means doors at 8 right? Wrong. They start early in vienna. I got there around 10:15 and the last band went on at 10:30.. They did a great job with the covers. Opened with folsom prison blues, played that song "jackson" (not real title) and a really sad slow number about a girl named rose. Good stuff. felt like i was home again... until they started speaking german and people started singing along in sometimes broken english :) that made it quite surreal. The band was made up of the following characters: Rick Steve's (travel guide on pbs) german cousin was on acoustic guitar, his black haired brother on bass, and their grey haired father on lap steel. The singer looked like John Belushi and the drummer.. well, he was nothing special.  They also had guest appearances by a british women who did vocals and some older gentleman who played the recorder (??). And also two young guys on trumpets for Ring of Fire, which they played twice, once to close and then again as an encore.. at which point i left. they also played folsom prison blues, again. I guess they don't have that many songs under their belt. or they like to really please the crowd. Great time though. Part two of the strangeness, or rather, americana wave i've been experiencing - tonight i walked around pest for a few hours and ended up taking the metro (oldest in europe by the way) to heroes square. And what do they have there but the biggest motorcycle rally i have ever seen in my life!! :) A conservative guess would be 1000 bikes. The majority were sport (non-cruisers) but i saw ever style imaginable, scooters, mopeds, dirt bikes, 4 wheelers, harleys, old military bikes, etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/1600/IMG_8156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/320/IMG_8156.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this building,  real  eastern europe flavor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/1600/IMG_8160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/320/IMG_8160.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Basilica of Saint ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/1600/IMG_8165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/320/IMG_8165.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Opera House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/1600/IMG_8192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/320/IMG_8192.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was only half of the riders.. Heroes square to the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/1600/IMG_8191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6655/1236/320/IMG_8191.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8, everyone lined up on both sides of this street all the way until the buildings at the very very end. Maybe 8 city blocks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13868046-115782989070798145?l=newtlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://newtlog.blogspot.com/2006/09/budapest.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (newt)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>