Microblog

Dined at the New New Bengal, Newcastle upon Tyne. We had to change dinner plans a few years ago the night the New Bengal went up in flames.

Friends and I converged on a York hotel. View from my hotel room.

Day 3, we reached our objective: Ribblehead Viaduct. We were finally, away from it all: no cell signal, no WiFi at our inn. There was beer.

Light and perspectives changed, vistas evolved, as we hiked across moorland towards Kettlewell, our place for tonight.

Hiked a green and pleasant land. Dales Way, day 1 of 3.

Three amigos, at base camp (a pub in Ilkley, Yorkshire), ready to hike the Dales Way for three days, starting tomorrow.

Taunted Dwight at work in Minneapolis with a photo of my elevenses in Newcastle: millionaire’s shortbread. Chocolate, caramel, shortbread.

Now in Newcastle upon Tyne, UK, my childhood stomping ground.

After feeding my inner Nicole Kidman outside the Moulin Rouge, the dead and I escaped from the rush hour crowds above Montmartre Cemetery

Posted A Fully Baked Truth.

Proved that Paris is a walkable city (with a bit of help from the Metro).

Sitting at Dubai DXB near a departure board with exotic (for me) destinations. Tonight, an overnight flight to Paris CDG. I’m grateful.

Crossed the Dubai Creek on an abra (ferry), 30 cents one-way.

Rode an intercity bus to Abu Dhabi where I visited a mega-mosque: the Sheikh Zayed Grand. It can accommodate 40,000 worshippers.

Posted Dubai by Rail and Foot.

Now in Dubai, United Arab Emirates.