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From the autumn 2016 trip to Vietnam:
Upon waking up and checking out around 8:00 in the morning, we found a bright, sunny day; great for a road trip down to Hoi An. After a quick breakfast (also known as me watching Junebug drink coffee), we went back to the store where we’d met Mr. Trung on Monday night.
Mr. Trung & Mr. Trong were there, as they said they would be, and we were off for a quick stop at the Danang Cathedral a few blocks away. This particular cathedral, also called Con Ga Church (Rooster Church) by the locals is slightly peculiar. For starters, it’s a lovely pastel pink. Aside from that, it’s a rather nice looking cathedral, though we couldn’t go inside; it wasn’t open that early in the morning, I suppose. (Some of the windows were open, though, and it was dark inside, so we didn’t miss much.)
The other aspect of this church – that lends to its local name – is the weathercock on top of the steeple. This isn’t an old church (as far as churches go). It was buily for Danang’s French residents in 1923 and today serves a Catholic community of over 4000. (Thanks to LP for this information…)
After 5-10 minutes at the church, we headed off to the Museum of Cham Sculpture, which is a place I was quite interested in seeing. This museum was founded in 1915 and has the largest collection of Cham artefacts in the world. (Before you allow that to excite you, I doubt there are more than a handful of museums in the world that even have Cham art.)
A quick note about the Cham. This is an ancient empire that rivaled the neighboring Khmer empire at Angkor. The Champa empire was nowhere near as large in scope or size as the Khmer empire, though it persevered. The Chams controlled the region on the Vietnamese coast from central to southern Vietnam between the 2nd and the 19th century (before finally being assimilated into Vietnam).
The art from this museum comes from sites all over the country including Phu Quoc and My Son. I was quite impressed by the collection and spent about an hour slowly walking around. It’s not a huge museum, but what they have is excellent.
From the museum, we finally headed off from Danang and made our way south towards Hoi An. Thanks to the advice of Mr. Trung, we stopped at Marble Mountain on the way to Hoi An. (I kept thinking it sounds like an amusement park…) Instead, I’ll give an excerpt from LP Vietnam about the Marble Mountains as it’s fairly succinct and says most of what you need to know:
“Just off the China Beach coastal road, the Marble Mountains (Ngu Hanh Son) consist of five craggy marble outcrops topped with pagodas. Each mountain is named for the natural element it’s said to represent: Thuy Son (Water), Moc Son (Wood), Hoa Son (Fire), Kim Son (Metal or Gold) and Tho Son (Earth). The villages that have sprung up at the base of the mountains specialize in marble sculpture, though they now astutely use marble from China rather than hacking away at the mountains that bring the visitors (and buyers) in.”
When you say you’re going to the Marble Mountains, what you really mean to say is that you’re going to Thuy Son. For about $2-3, you take an elevator up to the top of the mountain. This is the “crowded” mountain in terms of sites and, therefore, people, though it didn’t feel crowded at all – especially by Chinese standards that I’m accustomed to.
The first thing you see upon exiting the elevator at the top of the mountain is a pavilion that affords a nice view of the sea. The Sea Watch Tower & Xa Loi Pagoda are a good introduction to this mountain.
After that, you come to the first temple & cave. The Linh Ung Pagoda is directly in front of the Tang Chon Cave. From there, it’s a short, and not too strenuous, walk upstairs towards the peak. En route, you pass Van Thong Cave (which we skipped), exiting a “gorge” through a masonry gate.
At this point, you come to an area that can go off in quite a few directions. Immediately to the right of the gate is a short walk up to Linh Nham Cave (which we skipped); a relaxation area with another walk off that to the peak (skipped…); a path to Tam Thai Pagoda, Tam Ton Pagoda, and Tu Tom Pagoda (visited all). In addition, the River Watch Tower is off in this direction with its views of the other 4 Marble Mountains and Danang in the distance.
After visiting the pagodas, we returned to the main junction and visited the last two caves (past the relaxation area). Hoa Nghiem Cave guards the entrance to Huyen Khong Cave, which is a somewhat large cavern with a natural oculus.
From there, we walked down to the village at the base, and I bought a little marble Buddha. We talked with Mr. Trong for a few minutes about getting from Hoi An to Hue on Thursday. With very little negotiation, we paid 1.35 million VND/person (~$60). For a point of comparison, the domestic flights in Vietnam all seem to be less than $50, so this was a bit pricy, but also worth it.
With “negotiating” done, we were off again to Hoi An, about 20 kilometers off to the south. The Hoang Trinh Hotel was – by far – the best customer service I’ve had at a hotel on this trip (and possibly anywhere). It felt like we were being welcomed on Fantasy Island. The only thing missing was Tattoo shouting, “De plane! De plane!”
Madam An’s hotel is a wonderful experience. Buffet breakfast; comfortable, trendy rooms; tour arrangements and other advice; and the friendliest demeanor you could wish for. They even gave me a free tie when we checked out. The cost for this? About $25/night.
The Hoang Trinh hotel is right across the street from the Confucian Temple (which was incredibly unappealing to me) and, more importantly, close to the Old Town, which is the reason most people come to Hoi An.
Every full moon, Hoi An has a lantern festival which is supposed to be quite lovely, though we weren’t here during a full moon. That, however, didn’t keep me from enjoying myself. The Old Town is just a section of town near the river where all the buildings appear as they did centuries ago. Inside the buildings now, though, are restaurants (Vietnamese & western), bars, souvenir shops, and the like.
The Old Town is photogenic during day or night, but I liked it best at dusk. On Tuesday, after a quick rest at the hotel, we went to the Old Town in the early afternoon after grabbing some banh mi on the street.
Admission to the Old Town is 120,000 VND (~$5-6 US) and covers a full week. We spent the afternoon watching the sun go by, wandering around shops, and drinking beer (or coffee) on the riverside opposite Old Town. As the sun got lower, we wandered around the Old Town again, eventually eating a less-than-satisfying pizza (thank God I wasn’t too hungry) at one of the restaurants next to the river before passing by the Japanese Bridge on the way back to the hotel.
When we got back to the hotel, we had the fellow at the front desk (whose English wasn’t nearly as fluent as Jean, the day girl, but he was just as helpful) arrange a day trip on Wednesday to My Son, which is “Vietnam’s version of Angkor Wat.” More on that in the next installation.
As always, thanks for dropping by and viewing these pictures. Please feel free to leave any questions or comments and I’ll answer as I have time.
Missing middle homes, like ADUs, backyard cottages, mother-in-law suites, duplexes, triplexes, low-rise apartments or townhouses, have long fit into urban neighborhoods, often providing more affordable rental and purchase options than single, detached houses.
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Missing Time: www.flickr.com/photos/motorpsiclist/12187253366/
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The red is lacking in our fall colors this year. Must be due to the different weather patterns this year.
Missing middle homes, like ADUs, backyard cottages, mother-in-law suites, duplexes, triplexes, low-rise apartments or townhouses, have long fit into urban neighborhoods, often providing more affordable rental and purchase options than single, detached houses.
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Corner of 3rd ave and Union st in Brooklyn. There's a traffic calmer that's supposed to discourage people from going the wrong way down this one-way street. It has deteriorated to the point of uselessness.
Missing middle homes, like ADUs, backyard cottages, mother-in-law suites, duplexes, triplexes, low-rise apartments or townhouses, have long fit into urban neighborhoods, often providing more affordable rental and purchase options than single, detached houses.
Sightline Institute Middle Homes Photo Library: www.sightline.org.
This work by Sightline Institute Modest Middle Homes Library is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
Missing middle homes, like ADUs, backyard cottages, mother-in-law suites, duplexes, triplexes, low-rise apartments or townhouses, have long fit into urban neighborhoods, often providing more affordable rental and purchase options than single, detached houses.
Sightline Institute Middle Homes Photo Library: www.sightline.org.
This work by Sightline Institute Modest Middle Homes Library is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
Missing middle homes, like ADUs, backyard cottages, mother-in-law suites, duplexes, triplexes, low-rise apartments or townhouses, have long fit into urban neighborhoods, often providing more affordable rental and purchase options than single, detached houses.
Sightline Institute Middle Homes Photo Library: www.sightline.org.
This work by Sightline Institute Modest Middle Homes Library is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
This is Newcastle, staffs,sun. April15th.
Here stands 128 and one of her passenger's is missing, Alan Hall.
sadly Alan passed away 2 days before
this event, and will be greatly missed
by one and all, no more than I as he and myself have been close friends
for almost 40 years.
For those who may or not know he and
I were main organisers of the '128 group' from day one, Alan was the
mainstay of the group, now the front passenger seat will be empty as he
allways sat there, and no one will fill that seat or the role he 'played' within
the group, as a bus preservationist & enthusiaste, also in the steam railway circles he will be greatly missed.
My apologies for this small tribute entering so late, as others have already been posted on the 'site', my thoughts have been on missing my best 'mate' and for his family. - Keith.
Missing middle homes, like ADUs, backyard cottages, mother-in-law suites, duplexes, triplexes, low-rise apartments or townhouses, have long fit into urban neighborhoods, often providing more affordable rental and purchase options than single, detached houses.
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@grickle Yay! Can I get my Aztec priest who misplaced the heart he just pulled out of someone's chest?
Man, so embarrassing first day on the job. @xDrublicx
If you would like this doodle as a signed print for your very own, head on over to the Grickle store!
Missing middle homes, like ADUs, backyard cottages, mother-in-law suites, duplexes, triplexes, low-rise apartments or townhouses, have long fit into urban neighborhoods, often providing more affordable rental and purchase options than single, detached houses.
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Bangladesh is a transit point for people from Myanmar. Many refugees from Myanmar cross the Naf river to come to Bangladesh, only to go on to Malaysia afterwards.
Off to a gabby lunchdate with a former roommate. This was actually a few days ago, but I have just been reunited with my camera cord after a week of separation.
Vintage 60s sundress: estate sale (25 cents!)
Belt: thrifted
Ubiquitous black flats: Urban Outfitters
...I have a few other black flats for fall, I swear. :) This are just very summery and feel like mocassins. Of them I am quite fond.
Missing middle homes, like ADUs, backyard cottages, mother-in-law suites, duplexes, triplexes, low-rise apartments or townhouses, have long fit into urban neighborhoods, often providing more affordable rental and purchase options than single, detached houses.
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17/08/2013. Ladies European Tour. The Solheim Cup, Colorado Golf Club, Parker, Colorado, USA. 16-18 Aug 2013. Brittany Lincicome of the USA reacts to missing a putt during the Friday afternoon Four-Balls. Credit: Tristan Jones
(Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden)
It was a sad day for Washington when the news announced Olga Viso's imminent departure as the director of the Hirshhorn. Under her direction, the Hirshhorn has flourished beyond classic modern art into more varied contemporary art. Some of my favorite exhibitions during her tenure include a survey of the works of Juan Munoz and a magnificent Hiroshi Sugimoto photo retrospective. My only consolation is that she is moving to the Walker Art Center where she will take the helm of one of the country's most respected center for contemporary art. It doesn't hurt that Herzog and de Meuron, the partnership behind the Tate Modern, was behind their recent expansion.
The last exhibition Ms. Viso curated will be showing after her departure at the end of this year. "The Cinema Effect: Illusion, Reality, and the Moving Image" will be shown in two parts in February and in June 2008. Read more about it here.
16-02-2008 giornata triste
è scomparsa Minù a Niu Crobu, Flumini di Quartu.
Chiunque la trovasse o vedesse ce lo faccia sapere.
Grazie di cuore,
Francy e Nico.
Have you ever bothered to realize
how much you mean to me?
I care so much for you inside
and miss you so deeply.
My mind is always curious about
the way things might have been.
As days go by and time goes by,
I look back once again.
All the time I held you in my arms,
I had the whole world right there.
There you were, comforting me with
all of your charms.
Every little kiss from you
was like a dream come true.
This love that I have inside my heart,
it all belonged to you!
It's funny, all those little things
I never thought I'd miss,
Like all those conversations we had,
or the first time we kissed.
I guess that what I'm trying to say,
is I miss and love you more each day!
It hurts me not to see you,
or not to know if you're ok.
I want you to understand
that I loved you from the start.
And I want you to know,
no matter how many miles
we may be apart,
you'll always hold a special place
in my heart.
Deriek Ellis
Missing middle homes, like ADUs, backyard cottages, mother-in-law suites, duplexes, triplexes, low-rise apartments or townhouses, have long fit into urban neighborhoods, often providing more affordable rental and purchase options than single, detached houses.
Sightline Institute Middle Homes Photo Library: www.sightline.org.
This work by Sightline Institute Modest Middle Homes Library is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
Corinna Slusser, missing from Queens, NY, since September 20, 2017.
Missing poster seen at the Cobequid Pass rest area along Nova Scotia Highway 104 (Trans-Canada Highway) on June 24, 2021.
THE PROVINCE - British Columbia
RCMP Cpl. Catherine Galliford, the former calm, professional voice and face of the Missing Women Task Force, said Tuesday she knows her evidence will be “explosive” when she appears at the Missing Women Commission of Inquiry.
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A human skull was found during a search for shipwrecked sailors on the remote Auckland Islands on 11 November 1865.
Resourceful sea captain Commander Norman turned his skills to forensic science when he and his crew unearthed the skull which was buried in a shallow grave on the island. He stated there were no signs on the skull to suggest its owner had met a violent end. Having diligently searched the island the captain and his crew were certain no sailors were there and neither was there any sign of a shipwreck. The mystery of the missing sailors seems never to have been solved.
Shown here is part of Captain Norman’s account of the voyage and subsequent search of the island.
ACGO 8333 IA1/274 1865/3233
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Yesterday, I finally saw my father. He's a bit worse for the wear, I'm afraid - missing teeth that make viewing his smile somewhat unsettling; a paunch the size of a titanic steamer protruding from his belly; and an obstinate, disheveled quality, as though his physical woes will never revert themselves to former health again. His walk, hobbled like that of an octogenarian penguin, has improved with a steady cane, however; and his smile, despite my initial discomfort, proved genuine and comforting; his personality still shines and radiates, lending his warm glow to the people around him. That's why I love him.
Peter, too, liked my dad. He joined me on the Harrison PATH platform and together we ventured uptown from the WTC - the site still suffers from a tedious, democratic malady, unfortunately; perhaps it would be better to surrender power to one property developer so that something, anything, will be in place for the tenth anniversary of the tragedy, which looms in the near distance - to the McDonald's on Bowery Street in Chinatown. From there, after meeting my father who had come from the Confucius Plaza across the street, we ascended the steps into the Golden Bridge, a 1,000-seat restaurant that has withstood the fastidious scrutiny of both Chinese gourmands and health inspectors for the past twenty years. We shared a table with another party of three, and while sipping delicious New York City tap water, discussed some of the small staples of our discourse - Chinese culture; airfare and transportation; the Olympics; and the respective conditions of other family members. Peter, who had eaten at the restaurant previously, munched on vegetarian dim sum and chimed in when applicable. It was a good meal supplemented with familiar conversation by family, and friend.
After finishing lunch, my father turned right; and Peter and I turned left - and walked briskly to the former Tea and Tea on Mott Street; whose current name escapes me and in which we washed down our Chinese breakfast with the tastiest green tea smoothies on the planet (It's the water)! The drink at once quenched my thirst and later provided me with such a chill that I indeed began to shiver slightly; Peter's drink, which took on a life of its own as it insidiously oozed down the side of his glass onto the table below, and consequently created a hazardous lake of green, also went down well, I suspect. The levity from our first meal had vanished somewhat with the dismissal of my father, but I guess that's what happens when the interpersonal guru takes his social mojo back to Brooklyn. The talk and the food nonetheless were satisfying.
Peter then left, I took the bus via the subway, and 45 minutes later, I was back home, going on a fast interval run. In the evening, Mark, Tim, his roommate Peter and I went to Rahway with the original intent to visit a singles ministry being run by a BLD organization, whose Catholic, yet charismatic character intrigued me (the prospect of meeting single Christian girls also aroused my interest). Their service, however, had been canceled at St. Mary's church for this particular, ill-fated Friday so, the flexible blokes that we were, we instead discovered delightful diversions at a nearby Chili's and its neighbor, a monstrously large Barnes and Noble where I bought a present - a collection of Ibsen's plays - for Clare; and within whose bowels we found dozens of nubile, middle school girls sprawled around as though they were held captive in a refugee camp, one housing thousands upon thousands of books - apparently, a book release party was in progress, a disgruntled salesgirl told me.
©AVucha 2015
According to the McHenry County Sheriff’s Office, after an 8-hour search, rescue teams recovered the body of 69-year-old Roger T. Little, Tuesday afternoon. A search helicopter from Air-One Emergency Response Coalition, conducting a sweep south of Rt. 120, observed what appeared to be a body in the river at the end of a private pier. McHenry County Sheriff's deputies were directed by the Air-One pilots to the site in the 500 block of Mineral Springs Drive in unincorporated McHenry, where they located and secured the body.
Roger T. Little had been reported missing Monday at about 8:30 p.m. by his brother, with whom he lived in the 2800 block of north Villa Lane, also in unincorporated McHenry and an area containing private residences, the Chapel Hill Golf Course and farmland.
Responding deputies searched the residence and outbuildings and a complete neighborhood canvass was conducted, followed by an attempt to develop a trail using canines. Assisted by the McHenry Township Fire Prevention District, approximately 25 officers then conducted an extensive ground search of the area using thermal imaging and ATVs while boats equipped with sonar scoured the river, all without results.
The search was eventually suspended because of darkness, and resumed at about 8:00 a.m. Tuesday with the assistance of McHenry County Emergency Management Agency (EMA). The effort again involved canines; search and rescue teams driving ATVs; a sonar-equipped boat scouring the river; and the helicopter.
The body was found dressed in the clothing that had been described to police the previous evening. There were no preliminary indications of foul play, investigators said, but the investigation is ongoing with the McHenry County Coroner's Office.
Many different jurisdictions assisted in the search, including the Illinois Department of Natural Resources; Midwest K-9; New Lenox CERT (Emergency Response Team); Boone County EMA; Will County EMA; Elk Grove Village EMA; Hoffman Estates EMA; Hanover Township EMA; McHenry Township Fire Protection District; Kane County EMA. MESS Canteen assisted in support of the searchers with food and liquids.
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