Adventures with Javier

A lot of the time on this trip Emma is the chief Navigator. But sometimes Emma takes a nap and lets Javier, our Spanish-speaking, slightly scatterbrained GPS take charge of the navigational guidance. When we are in a big city with lots of freeways and on-ramps and off-ramps and seriously confusing spaghetti junctions, this can […]

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The lowest point of our trip

All trips have their low points. This journey is no exception.  Fortunately this particular low point is measured in altitude, not in how many hours we spent plotting to poison each other.  We arrived in Death Valley after the worst of the summer heat… or at least we thought we had. It was still a […]

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On the road to Whistler

Not being fans of crummy weather, the advantage of living in a house with wheels is that you can relocate to drier climates as it takes your fancy. This is why we left Banff slightly sooner than initially planned, but we were delighted as we headed west to be greeted with clearer skies. It was, […]

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Exploring The Ruins of a Soviet Prison.

The Murru Prison Quarry was established in 1938 under the Soviet occupation of the Baltic states. The prisoners spent long hours mining Limestone creating the unique lunar landscape that surrounds the prison today. Once left to ruin, the quarry and half of the prison flooded meaning that today, the area is half Soviet Gulag, half…

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Romania

I’m writing this post in the shadow of Vlad Dracul’s Castle in the Făgăraş Mountains  It is what I had originally imagined and what I’m sure most do as they think of Romania  but apart from the odd tourist hot-spot like this one, that could not be further from the truth. I have found Romania to be an exhilarating,…

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Ghost Towns and Deserts

While on the drive between the mountains and the Bardenas Reales in the north of the Navarra region, we noticed a surreal long abandoned village on a mountain side. The place had evidently never had a road leading to it, and the track that did was little more than a footpath, but we plowed the…

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Kennecott

We ended up in Kennecott because a lady in Homer mentioned it to us once, she said we’d probably like Kennecott and McCarthy, but didn’t really elaborate too much. We weren’t really sure why we were going there: It was quite out-of-the-way It was down a dirt road, that as a former railway track had […]

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