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Since arriving back in Germany yesterday morning I've been drifting in and out of sleep every few hours during the day and then find myself lying wide awake in bed during the night, oh how I love jetlag!
Wedgehead reckons that jetlag is contageous as even though he didn't make the trip back from America with me he has been sleeping as much (or as little) as me in the last day or so.
"Man, I feels like alls of my energies has been wipered out, I hates being jetlaggered!!!", he explained right before his eye closed yet again for another wee nap.
From the Uglydoll blog at adventuresinuglyworld.blogspot.com
Taken during a jetlag induced early start to Saturday morning on the 26th April 2014, an early stop off an hour before sunrise on the hills of Sausolito overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge and San Francisco, with the changing colours in the sky as the transition from night to day rolled along, with the sun finally breaching the hills in the distance and flooding the bay area with colour.
Perth - Australia, Congleton - England, London -England, Dusseldorf -Germany. Bristol - England. Frankfurt- Germany, Heidelberg- Germany. Heathrow - England.
Remember the old saying son, "the spirit cannot move faster than the camel"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Npfl4cHJbCE
(We come so far and we move so fast
Making hay see it all go past
Round the world and round again
Up and down on that gravy train
They flew us in from a Hamburg strip
The taste of Dusseldorf still on our lips....)
The corner of the Victoria Embankment and Westminster Bridge, just under Thornycroft's statue of Boadicea, with "Big Ben" across the road, at the height of the tourist season. Are any of these people enjoying themselves? If facial expression is our guide, no. Anxiety, exhaustion and strain are written on every countenance.
I've been abroad from time to time. It was pretty much like England, but with fewer foreigners. Travel, we are often reminded, broadens the mind. Can anyone agree with this proposition who thinks about it for a couple of minutes? Can anyone believe that he will broaden his understanding of anything (apart from the horrors of democratised travel) from a Club 18-30 holiday, a Eurostar Citybreak or an EasyJet package? Ease of communication has an homogenising effect, so that all places tend to become alike. The more we travel, the less reason there is to travel.
In recent years I have found myself working in an industry where 80% of the workforce is foreign. Many of my co-workers, after years in England, barely speak English. The natural tendency is to form expatriate communities, so that the need to interact with the "host" population is minimised. I do not imply a criticism ...this is natural human behaviour. No one can truly participate in a culture that he was not born into, though he may be surrounded by it for many years. I would rather know my own national civilisation deeply than try to ingest bite-size morsels of foreign culture picked up on holiday. I can thereby avoid becoming part of this shuffling, drooping, footsore, jet-lagged tide, save myself thousands of quid and put my feet up at home. If I want a "foreign" experience, all I have to do is go to work.
Project T.W. - Image 318/366
Wage has been telling me that he reckons he's finally nailed jetlag and that it no longer affects him.
Fast forward a whole ten minutes and he's lying on the hotel room couch snoring away, time to put him to bed, it's catching zzzz's time...
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Due to jetlag, we thought we'd just head out to the middle of Joshua Tree national park around 4am. The conditions were perfect which was just as well due to the shortcomings of the lens I used. A Sigma 10-20mm @ 10mm f/4, 30 secs, Nikon D7000 3200 ISO. This is my first successful attempt at the milky way
Taken during a jetlag induced early start to Saturday morning on the 26th April 2014, an early stop off an hour before sunrise on the hills of Sausolito overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge and San Francisco, with the changing colours in the sky as the transition from night to day rolled along, with the sun finally breaching the hills in the distance and flooding the bay area with colour.
The Jetlag Society - unbound book (the book only consists of the front and back covers the actual text is available at read.thejetlagsociety.net for online consumption or as an .epub or .mobi download. you purchse the unbound book wich comes with login credential to access the content at the website). The Jetlag Society is the final exam project of Sanberg students Brigiet van den Berg (NL), Nikki Brörmann (NL) & Simona Kicurovska (MK))
In which my Continental Airlines flight is inexplicably adopted by Virgin, who use the 10 hours to sucker punch my body clock by simulating three distinct lunch-type meals.
It shouldn't be daytime yet, but it is.
Canon 5D Mk III with Canon EF 24mm F1.4L Mk II lens. 1/100th sec at F1.8, ISO 400.
A few days after I got home from Asia, I went to a friends' cottage and fell asleep in the middle of the day like this
Jetlag on the West Coast of the US has it's advantages. I was up before dawn most mornings so took the opportunity to head out to the marina for some long exposure shots.
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It is the weekend.
And weekends here are mostly given over to football. Saturday its college football, and on Sunday its the NFL. And it would be easy to find a bar and sit there, drinking cheap and crap beer, watching half a dozen screens at the same time. But we're in The Big Easy, we'd better be do something better.
Jetlag is a thing of last week, so we were awake at seven, bright eyed and bushy tailed, and needing breakfast.
It was going to be hot. Damn hot. 86 degrees in the afternoon. Shame then that we had arranged a walking tour, meaning we would be out in the midday and afternoon sun. What could go wrong?
After getting dressed, we walk down Canal to the Palace for breakfast, but it don't open until half ten at weekends. So, back to the hotel for breakfast there, not quite as good, and more expensive, but it is food.
We never will like biscuits and gravy, there is a huge pot of grey-coloured gloop bubbling away. We pass up on that, but links, bacon, homestyle potatoes and eggs over medium were good. And coffee.
We eat in the luxurious surroundings of the Bourbon House, where in twelve hours we would have dinner. But that was later. Much later.
We laze in the room until 11, when we walk through the French Quarter so Jools could find a bead shop. Before then, we ended up watching football on TV. Proper football. Tottenham scored a lucky late equaliser against Watford, and Norwich drew 1-1 against Bournemouth for our first away point of the year.
Yay.
We had arranged a walking tour around the Garden District, with a walk round the local cemetery, but to meet the tour, we had to meet at a place well out of the centre of town. Google suggested it was 1.4 miles. Our feet suggested it was longer.
Starting from the middle of French Quarter, we walk to Canal Street, then over to the start of St Charles Avenue, which if my calculations were correct, we would stay on all the way.
St Charles started off going through the commercial area, past hotels and former banks. It was hot, and there was little shade.
We walk past a blues and bbq festival, which we say we'll visit on the way back, cos if we go now, we'd never leave. One we go, beside a trolley route that was not in use, until we came to a huge roundabout, rotary, with our way straight ahead, under a flyover.
Beyond, two tram tracks lead off, and as we climb past the monument on the rotary, I can see a line of four vintage trams, trolleycars, rattling up the grass covered tracks Quite a sight.
But none going our way.
So, we tighten our belts and walk westward, past the urban sprawl of a modern American city. Soon, the surrounding area gets greener, there was a fine old hotel on the other side. Our destination was at 2800, we were at 1800, a thousand properties to walk by, possibly.
In the end, not so, but we do arrive at Gracious Bakery by half one, all hot and bothered. We sit inside and order a snack, and have an iced drink.
Many others arrive, as several tours start from here, so in twenty minutes, roll calls were made, and people allocated to guides. We join DJ's group.
Just up from the cafe was the cemetery, but the bad news was told, that due to vandalism by locals and especially tourists, the cemetery was now closed, and would probably never open again to the public, due to thefts from the tombs.
Gutted does not cover it, as it was this part why we booked, now all we could do was look in from the locked gates, I took a couple of shots.
Tombs are above ground, as the water table is a few inches below ground level, so it has the fell of Montmartre in Paris Or would have if we could have gone inside.
Instead we walk back and forth of the garden district, a residential area dating back to the 1830s, made of a hotchpotch of styles, white painted fronts of columns and wrought iron supports to balconies and galleries. Our guide tells us history of each house, or those interesting ones. The Americans on the tour are only interesting in which houses famous people have lived in. A house has no interest to them, but once they find Nicholas Cage had lived here, they take lots of pictures.
It was hot and humid, even after a bar stop. I have a severe case of balcony fatigue, and the last half an hour was more than a chore.
But it wound up, we tipped DJ, and we walked to St James. The few trams that were running were rammed with people, so our plan was to walk to the historic Pontchartrain Hotel.
But a predator had spotted us, and moved in for the kill.
A taxi pulled up beside us, we would have flagged it down anyways. We tell him to take us to the hotel. He does.
The cab had no air con, but with the windows open, travelling at 30mph gave a nice breeze.
Traffic in the centre was heavy, but he got us within walking distance of the hotel. We got out and walked the last 100 yards.
On the way we bought some iced OJ, walked to the room and turned the AC down to minimum and the fans to max.
Bliss.
That evening, we went to the restaurant in the hotel, the Bourbon House for dinner.
I order and demolish crab cakes followed by tasting seafood platter. It was divine.
I mean food that was out of this world. We had a wine waiter and a food waiter. The wine waiter suggested a bourbon I try for desert, and it too was good.
It was half eight, early, and yet we were pooped. We go back to our room to think about what to do, and we end up falling asleep.
Another good day.
This was taken shortly before Simon popped his head up and announced "I feel good", then staggered out of his seat with a dazed look and elaborated "Well considering my body thinks it's 1 in the morning and I got drunk the previous afternoon".
Graeme Antonio here is a gift from Terranoir7 (he is been adopted into the family here, given the talk and starting his life as the only MSD boy around XB) I need to still work on his aesthetics and finding stuff to fit him among the ton of stuff I have here XD, so far??? I am happy! eyes by ArlequeenM. and wig by me (:B)
Taken during a jetlag induced early start to Saturday morning on the 26th April 2014, an early stop off an hour before sunrise on the hills of Sausolito overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge and San Francisco, with the changing colours in the sky as the transition from night to day rolled along, with the sun finally breaching the hills in the distance and flooding the bay area with colour.
Ran my first 10k today. Did it on 0 days of training and 1 case of jetlag. Not exactly top physical and mental preparedness... Anyway, I survived as you can tell, and actually finished in 1:02:25, 28 minutes faster than I guessed I would finish. Ran 2/3 instead of half as I planned, and fast walked the remaining 1/3. Anyway, I decided to document my first Peachtree Road Race 2011 in a photo collage for my 365 with explanations of each photo below (numbers go left to right starting from the top row:
1) line at the starting port-a-potties
2) my view from "P" start wave
3) the troops in P battalion march towards the starting line
4) about to start
5) first sign I am not serious - stopped for a slice of pizza (had I have not done this, probably would have broke an hour
6) the start of "cardiac hill" which happens to conveniently be right in front of Atlanta's biggest hospital
7) tattoo man walking towards 17th street - I ran from here till the end
8) photographers shooting runners down the homestretch
9) goal is in sight!
10) finish!
11) done - now for the real craziness at Piedmont Park
12) first, one water bottle per person (unlimited PowerAde and Coke etc available later, so don't understand the restriction on the cheap water)
13) bananas - makes sense. next was bagels too. makes sense.
14) peaches of course - I mean it is Georgia and it is the PEACHtree Road Race
15) then the real popular snacks - ice cream sandwiches, popsicles (and not pictured, cookies, chips, cereal bars, etc)
16) as if I haven't had enough Delta snacks this year...
17) a look back over the park as I tried to find the family no thanks to AT&T service predictably not working
18) got my tshirt- isn't that what it is all about?
19) lunch of champions (realized I am not a fan of Mellow Mushroom - Fellini's is much better)
20) top it off with a Rita's. definitely put back all the calories I burned off within an hour.
All captured through iPhone 3GS.