Pretty sunset over the Highlands.
This was by no mean the toughest hike I’ve done, but I was extremely apprehensive to climb Ben Nevis by the CMD Arete in February. Ben Nevis was always described to me as a dangerous mountain to climb due the unpredictable Scottish weather conditions. As a matter of fact, a man had lost his life on the CMD not even a week before our trip to Fort William, which made the headlines of local news. Continue reading
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Tagged adventure, Ben Nevis, Climbing, CMD, Fort William, Highlands, hiking, Mountaineering, mountains, Scotland, Spean Bridge, Torlundy, travel, trip
The Angola Prison Rodeo is extremely famous in the Deep South. Every Sunday of October, a show is organized in the largest maximum security prison of the United States. Many people come from far away to attend it.
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Tagged angola prison rodeo, bulls, convict poker, deep south, dixie, louisiana, louisiana state penitentiary, mississippi, suicide poker, travel, tunika hills, united states
I am a different person, with a new prize in my bag. My physical appearance remains the same (besides a few more muscles in my legs), and one would probably not notice any difference simply by looking at me. My face has not changed, but if it were possible to peer in to my mind and travel to that one spot that took the brunt of the climb, one could see the beginning layer of a callous forming over the once soft-spot. A new page from my little brown book is full, which documents our hike up A’ Ghlas-bheinn, the friendly munro of the Kintail Mountains.
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Tagged a-ghlas-bheinn, adventure, Ben Attow, Ciste Dhubh, Dorusduain Woods, europe, falls of glomach, Faradh Nighean Fhearchair, five sisters of kintail, Gleann Choinneachain, Gleann Gaorsaic, Glenn Affric, Highlands, hiking, hill walking, kintail, Loch a' Bealaich, loch duich, Meall a' Bhealaich, Morvich, Mountaineering, Mullach Fraoch-choire, nature, photography, Scotland, Scottish Highlands, Sgurr a' Choire Ghairbh, Sgurr na Seamraig, strathclyde, travel, trip, wilderness
Mountains of the Big Bend Ranch State Park in sight
After some time spent in Sanderson, looking for a local restaurant but only finding a cafe whose manager was extremely rude and crazy, we left this town and continued our journey to the Big Bend Park. We drove for a couple of hours through arid hills until the small village of Marathon, and headed South on the US Route 385. We passed a US Border Patrol checkpoint which was controlling the cars on the other side of the road. A couple of minutes later, we were in the complete wilderness of Texas. Continue reading
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Tagged austin, baton rouge, big bend, big bend national park, chihuahuan desert, desert, houston, junction city, louisiana, marathon, mexico, nature, ozona, photography, road trip, san antonio, sanderson, texas, travel, united states, west texas, wilderness
Old US Highway 90, Kinney County, Texas
One thousand nine hundred and twenty two miles in four days, I think that is a new record. We didn’t drive for the sake of driving but it was even. We drove all over the place, trying to get as much out of Texas as we could in half a week. We probably achieved this goal, except the fact that one would normally need weeks to properly visit this state. Besides San Antonio, Austin and Houston, we stopped by many other towns such as Del Rio, Fredericksburg, Sanderson, Ozona. The main interest of our trip was however the Big Bend National Park, vast protected area located in the Chihuahuan Desert next to the Mexican border. Continue reading
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Tagged baton rouge, beaumont, cypress, del rio, houston, Lafayette, lake charles, mexico, pecos river, road trip, san antonio, sanderson, terrell county, texas, travel, united-states, val verde
Market Square, Wroclaw.
I feel like writing tonight, and I feel like writing about my first experience in Eastern Europe. It was only a 3 days stay in the great city of Wroclaw, Poland, but I’ve learned a lot from it. I discovered I had more prejudices than I thought, and that they were completely wrong. It is a good lesson for the rest of my life.
I’ve been in Louisiana for almost two months now, and it still seems pretty crazy to be here. But I won’t complain, because Louisiana is a great great place, as great as when I used to live in Italy I think. Its culture, its food, its nature, all of this makes it a very special destination that surprises me everyday. Continue reading
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Tagged baton rouge, Cajun, Creole, france, Isaac, Lache Pas, Lafayette, louisiana, lsu, lsu tigers, new orleans, travel, united states
The hike was almost as good as the crazy sauna party we had the previous day in our hotel. It was very strange because last summer, I had already more or less done the route we were now doing. The landscape, so green in early September, was now barely recognizable. The slopes of the mountains were all white and grey. It accentuated the feeling of loneliness and remoteness from civilization. Continue reading
Despite the exhausting 11 hour mountaineering session we had on Saturday on the A’ Ghlas-bheinn mountain, some of us were eager to try something harder on Sunday. Nothing could have been better than the famous 5 mile long ridge of the Five Sisters of Kintail.
Once upon a time, a friend called and told me we should do something for Spring Break. I was under high pressure with the thesis I had to write for graduation. A few days away wouldn’t be of any harm. So, we organized a four day trip to the Pyrenees, in an area right next to the border to Spain. We were five people : two Czech friends, one Moroccan, one German and I. Continue reading
After a pretty rainy Saturday on the Cuillin ridge, only a few of us wanted to go climbing again on Sunday. The forecast wasn’t positive, but we wanted to fully enjoy our trip on the Isle of Skye. We left the inn in the early morning, and with the mini van of the Strathclyde University Mountaineering Club we drove to the South of the island. We separated into two groups. One group was going hiking along the shore in the Strathaird area, while the other one was going to climb the mountain of Bla Bheinn (982m/3045ft). I was on the second team, with my two mates from France, and my friends from Czech Republic and Greece. Continue reading
Ladies and gents, let me please introduce you a Romanian friend who wrote this brilliant article on her experience in France. Orel.
As I am slowly but steadily approaching the end of my stay in France, I’ve decided to write something about my experience in here in order to treasure this memory in another way than just in my head and my heart
I’m a Romanian Erasmus student in Nantes, France, and I only came here for the second semester, so that left me with 4 months of constantly struggling to keep up with everything that goes on, with all of the changes in my life. Continue reading