pt 3…The Ascent

pt 3…The Ascent

  As we set off the only sounds are the crunch crunch of boots and poles on the gravel path. Whilst the sun is over the hills beyond, there is still a few remnants of whispy clouds hanging around in the folds of the mountains and foothills. The path snakes off in...
pt 2…Trepidation

pt 2…Trepidation

  The morning of the walk dawns and whilst there is low cloud it is going to clear and be a great day – we are reliably informed by our local hosts. We emerge from our rooms for breakfast and then to the kitchen to pack up our lunches. Less garrulous than the...
Conquering the Mountain…

Conquering the Mountain…

As I publish this we remember that volcanoes have the explosive  and unpredictable raw power of mother nature and we extend our deepest sympathy and support to the families and friends of the deceased, for the pain and suffering of the injured and to the emergency...
After the travel… comes the art

After the travel… comes the art

So I’ve returned home to New Zealand after an extended 3 month trip around Europe and specifically for art inspiration: – a tour of the Scottish Highlands and islands. I’ve returned with hundreds of photos and lot of memories and so the painting...
Good news! We’ve a saint in the family.

Good news! We’ve a saint in the family.

After some considerable effort: a car ferry, a one  hour drive, and then parking and catching a short pedestrian ferry (no tourists are allowed vehicles on the island) I arrive in the tiny sacred island of Iona… permanent population around 100.    ...
On a viking ship heading north…

On a viking ship heading north…

Finally two months into my trip I’m finally at the northern tip of the Highlands waiting for the Viking ship the Northlink company called Hamnavoe. Actually I drove onboard for the 1.5 hour trip from the unfortunately named Scrabster (Thurso) to Stromness,...
The long road…

The long road…

And so you may be surprised that the very non-religious Ms Pacifica did the Camino. Well some of it, (and clearly not roughing it by staying in Albergues -dorms!). But some walking was done, and some cycling too, and some pilgrim menus were eaten for lunch. What was...
The back door to Venice

The back door to Venice

After a peaceful night in the hills near Padova, but with VERY early rooster alarm clock we had a delicious breakfast on the terrace. Our bnb host had a brochure about a nearby villa and gardens designed by Luigi Bernini, the scandalous younger brother of the more...
Bologna – (and the Three T’s)

Bologna – (and the Three T’s)

So I took a cheapish flight from Budapest to Bologna with Wizz – a Hungarian budget airline. It was fairly agricultural experience; penned in like animals going to slaughter in a tin shed in 35 degrees to eventually walk out to the airplane – budget airlines don’t get...