Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Hadrian's Wall, among other things

"All good trips are, like love, about being carried out of yourself and deposited in the midst of terror and wonder." - Pico Iyer, Why We Travel

Greetings fellow travelers,

I could spend my time visiting new places, but I may as well start again visiting places I've already been. I can forget a lot, I find - even some pretty amazing things. What do you know about Hadrian's Wall? If you're American, like me, you have a good excuse: it doesn't get talked about much. I don't know about the rest of the world, but dang, there's a lot that doesn't get talked about in the U.S.

Shock number one (for me): the Romans controlled the island of Great Britain for almost 400 years, beginning around 43 AD. Wow. (Caesar had sent forces there 100 years earlier, in 55 BC.) Hadrian was the emperor of Rome from 117 AD to 138 AD, and on his third trip here he ordered, in 122 AD, the building of a 72-mile wall bisecting the isle to keep out the barbarians from Caledonia - the Scottish. Shock number two: large parts of that ancient wall, now pushing 2,000 years old, are still standing.

I went to a museum about the wall (which I'd seen briefly in 2004) and was looking at statues and various ancient relics like coins and tools. What I really wanted to see was some kind of video recreation, cuz these bits of museum signboards and a rusty piece of whatever just weren't cutting it. The next day I went to the wrong museum (blame my GPS's owner) and watched a fantastic 3D movie, showing the wall in its full glory, as seen from the view of an eagle flying overhead. It was exactly what I was looking for! Half an hour later, a short distance from the museum, I was walking next to this 1,900 year old wall, built by the Romans. My mind just went blank, and I was filled with the most delicious awe. I can't really describe it, but the scope and history of it overwhelmed me, and my mind became so quiet.

May you find awe and wonder in your life. What excites you? What are you passionate about? Start there!

Too much love,
Dave


Before we get to the wall, first the "other things" from the blog title. I "wild camped" (not in a campground) near these cliffs in Norfolk, and walked about six miles along the the coastal trail.
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What's she thinking about?
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I love the shape and angles of this bird.
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Ah - I'm now in the famous Lakes District. Home to lakes, mountains, and spectacular walking. I went for a few hours walk around a lake.
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We walkers got lucky with the weather today. And the only time it really rained I ducked into this abandoned slate mine.
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This estate is just across the street from Wordsworth's house, near Grasmere. It happened to be on the walk.
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This area is the wettest part of England. That looks right to me.
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I love those colors.
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This little bridge, crossing a small creek to reach a pasture, is unremarkable in this part of the world - which I find remarkable. Think of the physics of that arch: those stones are all trying to fall, but can't because they push on each other and onto the slanted walls. If those walls were to move apart from each other, the whole thing would topple.
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I let my GPS tell me what route to take to the next campsite.
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This is called a "single-track" road. My van fills the road, and when a car comes the other direction someone needs to find a wide spot to pull over. This wasn't a busy day, but it's not a very relaxing type of driving!
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This explains why the campground owners said, "You drove over that pass? In THAT van??!" Do you know how steep 30% is? If my van stopped on 30%, I don't think it would go up again - I'd have to back up first - which in fact happened. I had to back up down a super-steep, super-windy section. I came really close to missing the corner, which would have stuck the van and the other car. Not fun. Sometimes my choices surprise me.
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This is Lanercost Priory, the oldest parts of which date back to about 1170 AD. Oh, so much history, including when King Edward I and his posse stayed here for five months when he was on his way to tame the Scots. It was torn down, mostly, when Henry VIII, the benevolent one, wanted to shtup someone more fertile, and the Catholic Church said no to his divorce.
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The store rooms under the ruins of the church. Lanercost happened to be in the volatile area between England and Scotland, who battled for centuries. Many of the buildings here are built as defensible fortresses - even farmhouses.
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A tombstone on the floor of the church.
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Looking at the ruins from inside the part of the church which is still in use.
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Steve Jobs: "Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important." ...
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...continued: "Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart."
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This is a still from a video I took. England, really, come on. This is a two-way road?
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Hadrian's Wall! It was originally about 15 feet, or 5 meters tall. It continues along the edge of the cliffs, and up and down some very steep bits.
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Vast parts of the wall were pilfered over the years and ended up in churches, castles, houses and even sheep fencing.
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The wall was built by the military, which had its own architects and engineers.
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Yeah, the Romans, whatever. But Kevin Costner was in a movie right here! This is known as Sycamore Gap, and apparently it was featured in the Robin Hood movie.
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These delightful young people were hiking for some days along the wall and staying at bed and breakfast inns along the way. They looked like they were into computers, but I didn't want to ask. I didn't really need to, either!
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A wooded stretch, just next to where the wall had been. Only a small wall is there now. The wall continues off in the distance, over the wooded hills above the lake.
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I'm sure the dye makes it easier to identify their sheep, but its not helping my photos, thanks. I read that they all need to be tagged, regardless of the dye.
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Sycamore Gap from a different angle.
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There were forts and crossing points every mile along the 72-mile wall. There would have been a road going each direction - left towards Scotland and right into England.
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The Romans were so far ahead of many civilizations of their day. Look how elaborate this bath house was. There's a hot room, a tepid room, a cold room. It looks more or less like a modern gym, but maybe nicer. (Wikipedia's Roman Britain.)
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Remnants of the wall are running up the hill, and you can see what's left of the protective ditch on the right side. There was a 12-foot ditch, initially only on the north side, and eventually on both sides of the wall. It prevented, or slowed down, a full-scale attack of the wall. It's not clear why they built one on the English side, other than perhaps to keep people in.
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At this point, the original foundations can be seen, but there's only a thin modern wall on the outside of it. Further along you can see where the full-width wall begins again.
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Look at the difference between these two sections of the same "modern" wall, just a little ways apart. For my rock wall internship, I want to go with the guy from the left side.
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Hey - it's my brother's birthday today! Happy Birthday Miguelito!

(The End)

Friday, September 30, 2011

Sweden to Denmark to England

Greetings!

Last I wrote I was with Whitney and Kris on the island of Gotland, Sweden, heading back to Stockholm. We had some beautiful sunny weather for days, I learned that the red "idiot" light on my van's dash actually meant something, and when the brakes started working again we continued our trip without incident. Eventually I ran out of money and had to say goodbye (I swear that's not true) and headed for the ferry in Esbjerg, Denmark, about 600 miles from Stockholm.

When I was in Denmark I was looking for my ferry e-ticket ticket, so I was searching Evernote for the info. (Yes, you do need Evernote. Everyone needs it.) I came across a document my cousin had sent about the histories of some Adair ancestors. One of them had been born in Soro, Denmark, in 1845. I had just seen Soro on the map, and it was nearby, so I went. What a difference it made to my perception of the place to think that my great-great-grandmother was born there. I thought of what it must have been like 160 years ago, and what it must have been for her to travel to the U.S. Her story just gets more interesting: at the age of 17, and not yet speaking English, she WALKED with one of the Mormon wagon trains from Illinois to Utah. If she hadn't, I wouldn't be here. (Good Buddhist question: when I begin?? When I was born, or when she was born, or...??)

I had a simple and comfortable 18-hour overnight ferry crossing, with a private room. My big drama when I drove off the ferry onto England: driving on the opposite side of the road! "Left side, Dave! Left side!" This is my mantra every time I get in my car. Between that and the serious narrow country lanes here, I'm not finding driving to be relaxing, especially at night. At one point on a narrow lane I pulled way over to let a car pass, and didn't realize for 10 minutes that I'd pull over on the wrong side. Oops. I guess that explains why he was so slow to pass.

Someone has to stop me from taking so many photos, or wanting to share so many. More stories below.

Love,
Dave


Spires and boats, Stockholm.
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Someone industrious took this rock outcropping and built an arch and flat stone base to turn it into a little yard.
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I didn't know what this was until a French tourist told me. Lovers come to this tall bridge, put their lock here and then throw the key into the river as a symbol of their love. But if you break up, you have to come back and throw your partner into the river. That part may not be true.
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When I reviewed my photos I had maybe eight photos of this set of buildings. I love the colors.
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Taken from the steps of City Hall.
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"Does this gold paint make my butt look big?" On top of City Hall.
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A florist shop in the colorful Gamla Stan neighborhood.
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A long pedestrian walkway in the center of Stockholm.
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Stately building facades.
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I went in this coffee shop for a cafe latte and a pastry.
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Inside the coffee shop.
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I was riding my bike around town and didn't know where to go, so I started following random people on their bikes. I ended up here: the starting point of the Stockholm Half Marathon, which was happening the next day. There was some kind of talent competition for young people. All the introductions were in Swedish, but of the six songs I heard, one was in Swedish, and five were in English. They were REALLY talented. 
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These kids run a half marathon? Not quite - one lap around the square, which ended in tears for some and Mom's running next to their kids holding their hands. 
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Kris and I walked to meet Whitney at the trendy and chic "Lux" restaurant, which is just down there near to the water.  
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I love good food, but I'm just about as indifferent to what I call "fine food" as is possible. Service was amazing, they could name the farmers and the little old lady who grows the apples. That's lovely. But a meal that costs $175 each sets the bar so high, for me, that no chef in the world can get over it. And "reindeer sashimi?" Spare me. Yes, I might be a caveman. The irony is that my favorite food in the world, regardless of cost, is anything that Whitney cooks, and she's the one that dragged me to this restaurant. 
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"Dress to kill, but tastefully." I took a short ferry from Helsingborg, Sweden to Helsingor, Denmark rather than going on via the bridge I took last time.
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Arriving at Helsingor, Denmark. It's another 200 miles drive to the port of Esbjerg, where I took the 18-hour ferry to Harwich, England.
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Welcome to England, in an uncharacteristically bright spell of good weather. Or "fine" weather as they call it here. I'm trying to fit in, so I talk about the weather constantly, and it's a sure-fire conversation starter. Samuel Johnson famously noted, in 1758: "It is commonly observed, that when two Englishmen meet, their first talk is of the weather." Dude, that is, like, so true.
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I guess I could have shown some more beautiful coast photos first. But here it is: under the piers in perhaps Clacton-on-Sea, Essex. Just down the way from Walton-on-Naze, don't ya know. (It's true.)
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A fixture on English beaches: the beach hut. Privately owned, and chock-a-block on most beaches. These have an unusual amount of space between them.
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A wind farm some miles out to sea. There is a big one being built off the Norfolk coast, nine miles out to sea, that will be have 87 turbines (in up to 60 feet of water,) powering 220,000 homes.
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Oh, the history! This is Framlingham Castle, where Mary Tudor, daughter of Henry VIII, was proclaimed the first Queen of England, in 1553. She was as lovely as her dear old Dad! According to Wikipedia, she had 280 religious dissenters burned at the stake. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_I_of_England
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This is the interior of the castle, such as it is. There's an amazing amount of history here, primarily about the rich and powerful. Poor people don't really have history, now, do they? "Until the lion has his or her own storyteller, the hunter will always have the best part of the story."
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The castle was completed in 1220 A.D. or so. Great intrigue and nastiness in the three powerful families of the area competing for power with the King. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Framlingham_Castle
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This is the church in Framlingham. I love the wonky gravestones. "Framingham" Massachusetts (missing the "L" for some reason) was named for here, based on a wealthy emigrant who owned most of the land surrounding the city there.
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The tomb of Henry Howard, the 3rd Earl of Surrey, and good friend of Henry VIII's illegitimate son, whose tomb is just next to this one. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_Howard,_Earl_of_Surrey
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Pews in the church. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_Michael_the_Archangel,_Framlingham
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Moody light inside the church.
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In Memory of YOU, Who Died TOO SOON, Aged NOT ENOUGH. Broken Record Boy is here to remind you: you don't know when it will happen, only THAT it will happen. And you don't need to prepare for some (hopefully) far off day as much as you need to really dig in and love and immerse yourself into this day that you're having. This one. Right now.
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I went charging up a hill to find a place to photograph this.
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I like the colors here. It's not a brilliant pic, cuz I stopped on a road and put my camera out my window to hastily take it. On the wrong side of the road.
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This looks the distortion from a super wide angle lens. But no - this village has the most wobbly-looking houses I've seen.
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Another medieval house, with bricks between the wood.
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That front window is just as bowed as it looks. There's another proper window on the inside.
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Stained glass in a church.
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Have you heard of the "Green Man?" He's a pre-Christian character that shows up on churches all over England (and the world), and has for about 800 years. "Primarily it is interpreted as a symbol of rebirth, or "renaissance," representing the cycle of growth each spring." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Green_man
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Flowers in a town square.
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Ummm, them are some good worms. Worm sashimi.
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The Norfolk coast, not far from Sheringham, where I walked to along the coast trail.
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I wanted to run after this couple so I could send them this picture, but they'd think I was stalking with them. I guess I would have been, but in a nice way. It's easier to approach people when I'm traveling with someone else, especially with a woman. Some people aren't too sure about a big single guy. But English people have been incredibly friendly and outgoing, which I love.
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(The End)