Oslo began with a $150 cab ride, but Abdi made it worth the money. He’s been in Norway for fifteen years and speaks five languages. I heard four of them in the first five minutes: he spoke to the airport staff in Norwegian, greeted me in English, answered a call in Somali, then realized I…
New friend. Bactrian camel. Unexpected.
Alan Fawcett (right) is Mr. Golden Eagle Watch in North Uist, Outer Hebrides. He arrives each spring, finds the nest and spends four months watching, every day, until the chicks fledge. He’s been coming for eight years. Alan’s stake out was three weeks old by the time I met him, and he’d already welcomed 900…
Looking down to the house where I’m staying on North Uist, Outer Hebrides, right before the next squall comes in. People I’ve met are so rooted to the land, and you can see why. It’s breathtaking.
This is home for now. A squall nearly lifts me off my feet every ten minutes…keeping me on my toes. Check the next post for #decor. Oh la la!
Which came first, the pink wall or the pink flamingo?
Angus is a farmer, but here’s the catch: he grazes his cows on an island that can only be reached at low tide. Ailsa and I met him on his drive back across a mile of sand flats. He’d been checking on the cows and found a calf had been born during the night. He’s…
My first stop on the Arctic approach is North Uist in Scotland’s Outer Hebrides. This is our backyard. I’ve been here 12 hours and I’m in love. This place has the #tundra spirit. And cows.
These chaps know how to love the windy weather. The kite nearly pulled them off the ground.
Touchdown in #Iceland. Keflavik airport is nearly deserted, but these words are a lovely welcome for #mystopover. Going south this morning, before I can come #north again.