Jordan Taylor

The Return

Posted by on Nov 22 2016

It was time to say goodbye to England and my people there. I thought I might get in one more museum trip into London for the last day, but was just too beat after the entire trip without a single day of downtime.

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I stayed in, got lunch and walked and wrote with A, and packed my bags.

Goodbye to clotted cream and the best gelato/ice cream I’ve ever had.

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Last London sunset before the flight out.

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Back to buses, trains, and Heathrow.

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Spent my last pound for a water bottle after security. Which, very happily for me, was exactly £1.

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Not sure why people spend so much time sitting at the gate when they could be playing on these things. Aren’t we all about to be sitting for 12 or so hours?

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Away . . . to the last sight of England before the clouds.

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More delightful weather in Iceland.

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Flying over northern Canada.

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Back to the islands of Puget Sound.

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And Seattle.

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After customs, car ride with a friend late at night. (Thank you, G!)

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And onto the ferry for (almost) the last leg.

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Making in total: 24 hours travel by; foot, bus, train, underground, train, foot, plane, shuttle bus, plane, car, ferry, and car. In that order.

As soon as I got home, I went back to work, got extremely sick, and had no time to finish posting pictures. But here they are, a month on, and looking forward to going back again. Sometime soon. . . .

Brighton .3

Posted by on Nov 21 2016

Here’s the colorful part of Brighton:

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This gelato place in Brighton makes fresh waffles to order and serves your gelato on them hot off the waffle iron. Of course, I couldn’t eat one, but got to enjoy one vicariously with A. :)

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This was abandoned on an outside table. Calling out for rescue. We did not rescue it, but did admire it.

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Then it was back to the train station . . . plus many hours waiting. But we’ve already covered that!

Time to pack up for the return flight.

Brighton .2

Posted by on Nov 20 2016

Brighton Pier and the waterfront:

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Dog waiting for his fisherman:

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The Pier carnival boasts everything from arcade games to rides like a carousal and roller coaster to a tarot reader:

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The classic British style carousel horses with unique names and the romance side on the right with the horses traveling clockwise:

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Merry-go-round with a view:

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“The Man in the Moon” cloud style:

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The noisy locals:

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Distant White Cliffs, looking toward Folkstone and Dover:

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One more Brighton post to follow. . . .

 

Brighton .1

Posted by on Nov 19 2016

At the end of the trip, we spent a day in Brighton. I had wanted to go for years and somehow never got over there. So glad we went! Though a half-day trip ended up going until late at night due to the train station closing, definitely worth getting to finally see the city and that part of the coast.

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Everything normal when we reached the station to get home:

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Then everyone had to get back off the trains when the station closed due to track closer up the line:

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We did finally get home about 9:00 or 10:00 p.m. as I recall.

Pics from the pier and the waterfront in the next post!

London .2

Posted by on Nov 05 2016

Day out in London right at the end. By now it was only two more full days before leaving the country.

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Here is a city in which the shocking incongruities can be downright disturbing:

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It seems amazing that such structures are allowed side-by-side, yet these are common London backdrops.

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In at least some cases, the outer facade of a historical building is preserved, even when the building is not.

Here is the outside of one such “remodel”:

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And the inside of the same building:

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Tomorrow—going to Brighton!

Seeing Red

Posted by on Nov 04 2016

Looking through my photos now, I realize the only reason I am not morbidly obese is my own moderate to severe food allergies—ranging from wheat to spinach (yes, spinach and other nightshade vegetables are actually a pretty common allergen, much like reacting to flower pollen). Or does it work the other way around? Am I more fascinated by food because it taunts me?

Since I usually journal through my camera, snaps of food are common among my photo library. But, looking at everything now, they do get a bit out of hand. Ten photos, say, of a certain area of London, and thirty of the mini gluten free red velvet cupcake I got in Victoria Station.

London is famous for red.

Red buses.

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And red cupcakes.

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Red telephone boxes.

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And red cupcakes.

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Red post boxes.

And . . . you get the idea.

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Next post: Food in Window Displays! I mean, the rest of the London pics. Although . . . I might actually have to do a food-dedicated post.

They say you’re the hero of your own story, after all. And this hero’s adventure happens with a fork or spoon in hand. And a cupcake.