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Friday, December 29, 2006

Rain Rain go away....



It's been quite wet here since arriving in Ireland with very few opportunities to venture in the outdoors. Life has been pretty much catching up with eating pork products and sampling Guinness with my friends at the local watering hole McCabes pup. Today (Saturday) I am determined to get out for a while and look for some photo ops and visit some more friends before the time is up. Nothing too exciting to report but I will have more updates.. Dave Bullis arrives Dublin I believe today so I am sure I will speak to him at some point. So stay tuned. Hopefully I will get some pictures in also.

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Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Is there a Santa Claus?


Early Christmas day sitting in San Diego Airport with my daughter Ciara and a half hour before our flight to Ireland, we decided to have McDonalds (I know, I like their breakfasts and its still better than airplane food). While eating I inquired what she got for Christmas. Among the extensive list it seemed was a roll out piano key board from sharper image (she is 8), anyway I asked who got that for you and she replied with hand quotes in the air and a knowing look and a smirk “Santa Clause” then she went on to say she recognized her moms writing and when she brought it to her attention her mom replied that Santa had asked her to write it. But Ciara was not fooled. Now this is not the first time she has brought the validity of Santa up. A few weeks ago she asked me a very serious question and a wanted a very serious answer back. Her question was as I am sure you could guess, “daddy is there really a Santa Claus and do you and mom just buy the presents because some guy in class said bla bla bla?” I could just see the scenario of some kid being told by their parents it was all bullshit and he could not wait to spread the good news. I suppose that is how most of us found out or at least began to question the whole thing. But honestly I think I was still a believer at the age of eight. Could the magic not last a few more years? I suppose we all just play along because it does, even as an adult give us a feeling of something magical and a reason to give. But I am sure for some it can mean the beginning of a very depressing season. So my response to her was Ciara if you think its real then it is real and I chose to believe with her

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Friday, December 22, 2006

A CLASH of worlds


Every so often a random observation triggers a distant memory and then cascades to others. Last night I watched a DVD I had not seen in quite a few years about The Undertones. A relatively local band from where I grew up in Ireland who became very popular locally although not so much in America, with their kind of pop punk which was surprising due to where they came from. An embattled catholic ghetto called the bog side in Derry. They were the first real band that I had ever seen in my life at the age of 11. I recounted to Elsa that at that period of the punk era that instead of clapping the audience would spit or gobbing. Yes it is as nasty as it sounds and would be completely unacceptable in this day and age. Even then bands were not pleased about it and eventually got sick of it and would stop playing until it stopped. Of course it eventually phased out. So coming into work this morning and I guess with last nights thoughts in my subconscious I ended up doing a search for The Clash playing at the Ulster hall in 1984 ( they were another pivotal moment in my live music experience). Being still quite young and not used to the big city especially Belfast which was and still is a VERY segregated city where one would always have to watch what area they were in and even more so if dressed different than the norms. "Spider men" or drunks looking for any reason to thump people roamed the streets after closing time (which is mostly 11pm in Ireland) and of course were especially fond of young punks. I remember walking up to the concert hall seeing rows of armored police vehicles all over the place and literally 100’s of punks and skins lining the side walk drinking cider if they could
afford a bottle and for those that could not would more likely be sniffing glue.

When I finally walked into the hall a local punk band “The Defects” were playing their set. A very popular band indeed as I watched in awe as 1000’s of skins and punks were bunched up in one big ball that covered 60% of the floor jumping up and down as one shaking the whole hall (well it seemed like it) I have since been to many many concerts and I can say I have never seen anything as impressive since. One collective unit operating in unison, BOOM BOOM BOOM as they hit the floor, I will never forget that. To protect the band a 6ft fence was built around the stage. The spitting had almost stopped at that time but the odd one would fly every now and then and I suppose a few hit the main man Joe Strummer. He stopped playing and came down to confront the guy who was doing it. As he go in his face across the fence the guy just jumped up and down and continued to spit right in his face. Words were exchanged and Joe wiped off and got back to playing. London Calling was the first song, and I remember exactly how it felt……

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Friday, December 15, 2006

Sexy is in…..almost


In my previous post I indicated the word sexy was one of the most popular keywords in blog world. So I posted a picture of my gf to see if there would be any noticeable increase in traffic to my site. As they say sex sells so I wondered will sexy sell also. Verdict….yes the traffic did increase to my blog. Now I would not say by a very significant amount but there certainly was an up tick of about 20 more views per day following the post. So sexy can sell just not as much as sex. I will be greedy here and pimp another picture to finish off the topic before moving on to other issues. Look for the link to Elsa’s blog if you are interested in knowing more about the girl in the pic ;)




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Monday, December 11, 2006

SEXY


One of the ways people can find blogs that address issues or topics they find interesting is by bloggers using tags or labels indicting the content they are writing about. Being part of Technorati, a web site that facilitates this method, your blog is routinely pinged and your tags become more easily searchable by others and in turn more traffic to your blog. So they have a list of the most popular tags and of course even in blog world “Sexy” is up there... So I thought I will write a blog entitled sexy and show a picture of my very attractive girlfriend. I just want to see what the difference will be if I do this and I will post the results. So people please say something if you stop by :)

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Finally the truth may be revealed in Ireland.


The Irish government will raise fresh allegations of collusion involving British security forces in Northern Ireland in the 1970s. An Irish parliamentary committee found widespread collusion between security forces and loyalist paramilitaries in three 1970s atrocities that claimed 18 lives. Speaking ahead of tomorrow`s high-level meeting between British and Irish politicians, Mr Ahern said:

"It is absolutely essential the British government co-operate fully with investigations into allegations of British collusion in loyalist attacks during the mid-1970s.

"Its findings are stark and deeply troubling. The issues must be fully investigated. There is no doubt there was collusion."


Just a quick sharing of something I read today
For those who don't know I am a catholic from Northern Ireland who grew up with this shit... Finally what we knew all along that the British supported loyalist death squads to maintain a protestant state is finally being revealed. I will write more about this soon.

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The Price of Being Hip.


Saturday night was a trip to Modus, a fairly new hip bar with cool sophisticated décor and everything else you could expect from a trendy place and worthy of any metro sexual. Not that I am one obviously. Now I don't usually go to these types of places except on some special occasions but I thought why not for a change. It’s located in banker’s hill so I figured it most likely would not be as pretentious a crowd as you would find downtown proper, and I suppose you could say that assumption bore out as it was a little lower key that I expected. It was also one of Elsa’s model friends birthday so we said hello to their group and then it was off on our own. It was not downtown but it sure as hell was downtown prices. I could not believe my bill at the end of the night. But I did break rule #1 and that is to sport a good buzz before you go out anywhere especially a place like this. But sharing a tub of half baked with Elsa before we left took that notion off the table real quick. I dunno ice cream and booze just does not mix well with me. It was however fun for all, with Elsa having a shocking revelation, and Richele and Charlie fighting for half the night in an endearing way I suppose. We all went back to my place later for drinks and it ended up me being the only one drinking. What was the point I thought. But the moral of the story is it costs to be hip and this place will certainly not be my Modus operendus. Give me a dive bar with real people and real situations and where you can still get fucked up on 20 bucks anytime and not get kicked out if you look to drunk. May I suggest Lancers...

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Friday, December 08, 2006

Now I am Just Saying

The time has come for me to opine about the war in Iraq.

The secular progressives of this country (and the world for that matter) are in the last stages of completing what the enemy has been betting on all along, and that is to slowly break down the will of the American people. With the barrage of nay Sayers and the liberal media relentlessly feeding to us that defeat is inevitable and that maybe we have been the problem all along, the will soon diminishes. History has once again repeated itself as a stark comparison with Vietnam. There is only one way to defeat us and that is to defeat ourselves. The self loathing that some people have for their own country is sometimes sickening to hear and watch. As one person I talked to not so long ago who hated Bush so much

she could not even stand it said, "well the September 11 thing we must have done something to deserve it". At that point is there really any point trying to explain the complex reality of the world. If there is no army actually waiting to land on the shores of California then they are quite willing to do nothing and just think of ideological utopias with the false and naive idea that the rest of the world contrary to fact and reality is on the same wavelength. The progressive idea in this country and most other countries with a functioning society is that if you leave them alone, be humble and just blindly sent money they will in turn reciprocate. The historical precedence on this is astounding, and a case of continued classic stupidity. The ideological ideas prevalent in almost all the mid east countries rivals any fascist regime in history. Simply hoping it will go away won’t solve a thing. The liberals and the liberal media have pounded this country into submission and defeat just like Vietnam. Yes we should leave now because with out the desire to really win and take this threat head on then what's the point in staying, the war is already over. I guess we will just have to wait until the New York Times decides its ok to fight back. But then the stakes will be much higher with the nuclear element added to the homicide bomber threat. The progressives seem quite comfortable with allowing religious extremists to develop nuclear weapons with nothing more than “oh come on please, play by the rules”. To be clear here I am not a huge fan of Bush either, but I know a threat when I see one and I simply will not be a passive observer and hope it never comes to me. Iran with a nuke!!!! Is there any doubt in anybody’s mind what they will do with such a thing? When it gets to that point it will be too late and you won’t be able to hide anymore.

Meanwhile, the more pressing domestic threat of Christmas is now close to extinction

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retronym \REH-troh-nim\ noun

a term consisting of a noun and a modifier which specifies the original meaning of the noun: Ex Rolex Watch

Ha I am on a word kick the past few days ;) Just liked this one for some reason. Examples are :

Cell Phone
Flat screen Tv
Pocket Rocket ;)

Anymore people ?



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Wednesday, December 06, 2006

“Oh what a tangled web we weave, When first we practice to deceive”

Deception (noun)
the practice of deliberately making somebody believe things that are not true

Earlier today I was writing a blog addressing an issue of this great country never learning from its history, namely Iraq and Vietnam (that’s an entirely different blog to follow). Many people say history is doomed to repeat itself and I have always been one to argue that it is history that’s the problem. People use it to justify the future (Guess that’s why it repeats huh) Things are never as they seem and history keeps repeating itself… themes that are such a part of my life. Am I being deceived or am I just really naive and innocent?

The quote is from Sir Walter Scott.

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Tuesday, December 05, 2006

The Hornblower


Recently a thank you lunch provided by our company was held on one of the horn blower cruises for a product launched almost a year ago. It was a pleasant cruise around san Diego bay and a nice touch I suppose, considering the millions of $'s the company made from this. But to have to go back to work so late on a Friday afternoon was just depressing and we were all chomping at the bit to head up 5th ave for some drinks. So why am I writing about this? We had the pleasure of our two east coast transplants to provide all the crude humor during the voyage. Joe a New Yorker (what that man can do with a treo) and Dennis the Boston baked bean (Dennis 4% is better than 2%). Yes the combo is exactly what you would expect...so during this event I was lucky to capture on video the Musmacker in action. I certainly could not keep this to myself ;)
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Monday, December 04, 2006

Okay back to the Real World--Google adds


So for those wondering what happened to my Google ads they cut me off. Apparently they said I had too many invalid clicks... Well they might have been right ( maybe I clicked the ads on my own page a little too much LOL). I was just starting to make some cash when bam it's all done. I have the chance to appeal, but who knows what is going to happen. I must say I am a little disappointed... Oh well we shall see...See I am still giving them a plug
I will be back GOOGLE!!!!

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The Final days of Peru


Our final day in Cusco involved having to find a new hotel for the last night. We really liked and felt comfortable at the hotel we stayed in up until now. Loved the great breakfasts and the staff were just so friendly and nice. They honestly made you feel welcome. I had actually inadvertently left my dive watch behind in the room before the trail start and they found it and kept it for me (although I did have to ask for it). But I could have just have easily not gotten it ya know. We moved to another hotel that I guess was more aesthetically pleasing but the staff sure did not compare, but it was only one night. The rest of the day was spent walking around town to buy souvenirs and gifts and eat in a nice restaurant. We seemed to end up in this Irish bar a lot. That night plans were made to meet up with our group for some final drinks and a good bye at a very eclectic bar restaurant. Elsa was in her element; it was so FRISCO

and brought her back to her days of romping around hillcrest. She is now an east county evangelical ;) Our flight the next day was an early one at 6am so we left early (10pm) to pack and get some sleep. We said our goodbyes and set off to the hotel for essentially our last night in Peru.
Morning came early at 4:30 and the guy who had picked us up at the airport arrived as promised to take us back. He had been paid handsomely for his services and I guess he was expecting more, but we were now the wiser to what things actually cost and I suppose he knew it.
We arrived in Lima at 8 am and our flight was not supposed to take off to Houston until 11pm that night!!! Not so bad I guess because it meant we could spend the day in Lima.
Now the Lima part will be a short one because there really wasn’t much to see. Just a big bustling city that had this thick muggy marine layer covering it like a shroud, and apparently it’s like that most of the year. Relatively unimpressive and I certainly would encourage anybody visiting Peru to have it be nothing more than a transit point to somewhere better. Really you are not missing anything. I did get to see some surfers which I found interesting and the surf did look good but other than that Elsa and I just spent the day killing time, eating, sitting where ever we could for what ever reason we could come up with, we even got in a movie. Back at the airport later that evening we find out that the airport tax is 65 dollar's each to get out of the country, and its cash only. Imagine if you were traveling on a shoestring and had no idea of the fee and no money left? And they also don’t take a credit card!! The plane was delayed over an hour so the flight did not take off until 1am.I thought at that point the whole trip had really gone way too smoothly without something happening. In addition we would miss our connecting flight in Houston ... A pain and you can imagine we were tired and just wanted to get home... We did eventually arrive home a few hours later than planned, tired and glad to get back to that routine. It’s a mixed bag of feelings but I missed my daughter and el Fred, they were both happy to see me. But we both were fully aware that we had just completed something quite special and experienced something that will always remain in the top tier of our life experiences. I have been around the world and this was certainly one of the highlights...It some ways I am still on the trail...

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Day 7 " Made It"


The third night was much like the last, cold and very damp. The weather was really putting a dampener on the thought of arriving at Machu Picchu and watching the sun come up over that majestic place with perfect weather. We had all decided the night before that regardless what the weather was like we would to be up early and on the trail as soon as they would let us. There was a restriction that no one could commence any earlier than 5:30 am due mainly because it was still dark and knowing that most people would try to walk the trail in the dark just so they could be there as the first rays of light shone

. As you can imagine that would be quite dangerous due to the sheer drop. We awoke early to our last breakfast and then proceeded to get in line. The gods were with us the sky was clear… Of course we were not the only ones with the same enthusiasm to get there ASAP. But we had a good position in the line and as soon as they let us through the gate everybody took off at probably their briskest pace on the whole trail. I know I did, I was breaking a run at one point. It was a short trail and probably one of the more horizontal stretches. There was no time to be tired, this is what we came for and let’s get there. The final trail took about 1 ½ hours and ended with a rather steep set of stairs to the final pass Intipunku (Sun Gate) I knew that as soon as I reached there that Machu Picchu would be revealed to me . I was excited and stopped for a second to take a picture trying ceremoniously to record this moment as much as possible, I was steps away from my first look. I stepped up to the gate and there it was in the distance, Machu Picchu in all it’s glory a fantastic sight. Cameras were going off everywhere as we all wanted to record the moment. Everything we had all endured for the past 3 days was SO worth it and that we all had earned the right to be there. We traveled to Machu Picchu the same way an Incan would have hundreds of years ago, on foot through the hot sun, rain, cold nights…After pausing for a while we set off on the final leg, Machu Picchu was still another hour away. It was a short walk and pretty soon the image of the city as we neared became bigger and bigger until it was life like as we walked up to the edge. Another round of we made it photos and then it was off to the main gate. Our guide took us the final step giving us a short tour of the ruins. It was truly a magnificent sight and was as majestic as I anticipated it to be. After our tour we were let off to wander the ruins ourselves. The city was built on the top of a mountain with sheer drops down to the valley floor. It was for the most part literally on the edge. The view was amazing, can you imagine living there back then and walking up every morning to a view like that. I stood there and wondered if some had stood on the same spot all those eons ago and looked at the same view as me and appreciated how majestic it all really was. Did they stand there ever and say “wow I am lucky to be here” If they thought at all they must have. Elsa and I wandered around the sights taking pictures and even sat down on the grass for a while. To get to Machu Picchu by train you take a 4 hour ride, so by about 11:30am the first train of tourists was arriving, and by 12 noon the place was crawling with them. We were tourists also but damm we earned the right to be here show us some respect...LOL I kind of did feel like that and also felt there was no way they could appreciate what they were seeing like we could. So shortly after that with so many people finally crawling all over the place we decided it was time to leave and go down to train stop. A small town with a little character I suppose but it was mainly a town in support of the ummm ruin up above them. We had some lunch and walked around the markets until it was time to catch the train back. A pleasant train ride but did it ever travel slow no wonder it took so long. It was a long ride back for sure and it was dark when we arrived. We were picked up at the station and delivered back to our accommodation. They literally picked us up from our hotel the first morning and delivered up right back where they got us, a great tour company everything went so smoothly. You can imagine getting back to the room it was a long hot shower and a sleep on a real bed…Felt SOOO good… It was a day I will never forget.

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Saturday, December 02, 2006

Day 6 "“Into the clouds”


The third night turned out to be quite a wet one, but not nearly as much as our camping neighbors had to endure. The rain poured hard for hours during the night and we almost at one point thought we would be washed away. In the campsite next to us the porters apparently did not pitch the tents properly and subsequently the water flowed. A long wet night for those guys with everything soaked. Thankfully we were sorted and by daylight the rain had stopped and we awoke to the usual tea in bed. The weather was cool and misty with this part of the trail taking us through a cloud forest. Another pleasant stroll with lush greenery and different species of orchids. I am sure there was a vast view to behold but with the mist you really could not see far. We passed through an Incan tunnel which had been named the tunnel of love a term I am sure was coined for the tourists. For the most part the day was down hill and we passed some of the better Incan ruins along the trail namely Phuyupatamaca. The main objective of the day was to get to the last official campsite before Machu Picchu known as the Trekkers Hostel at Winay Wayna. Although not much of a facility, they did have hot showers and BEER. It was the start of the transition back to the usual comforts we are all love. As we approached the campsite the now daily rain showers were upon us but this time it was lingering more than usual. After everything we had endured we certainly did not want to come upon Machu Picchu with shitty weather. The site was certainly not pretty but having a semi-hot shower along with a few cold beers was very welcome. We had our final dinner together followed by a small thank you ceremony for our porters. All a heart warming experience and in some way I guess we all wanted the trail to continue in some way. The end was in sight on our final night on the trail. It would be an early start tomorrow.

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Thursday, November 30, 2006

Day 5 “Looking back is sometimes better than looking forward”


After our first wet cold night in the Peruvian Andes, we were awoken quite early by one of the porters presenting at our tent a selection of hot teas and of course the local delicacy coco leaves. In keeping with tradition we chose the coco tea. It was these small gestures that made the whole experience with Andean life so enjoyable. Although it had been quite damp the previous night, the sun was out and the scenery spectacular .Today by all accounts was fore warned to be the hardest day of the trail and it certainly delivered. Breakfast was excellent and another surprise ... Can you believe crepes with fresh fruit?? After breakfast it was pack up and get ready for the long day, but not before a formal introduction to our hard working kindly porters. They ranged in age from 18 to 46 and as said before and I am sure I will again they gained our respect more and more each day. After all the formalities is was off on the trail again. The early morning was a steep but very pleasurable assent though a green forest that sheltered us from the sun and a meadow known as Llulluchapampa... Streams of water flowed across the path almost every 500 yards it seemed. It was at this point and at many times thereafter that I realized that sometimes looking back is better than looking forward. When climbing for so long you sometimes become so focused on what is immediately in front of you that you can miss so much what is behind you and many times the view is better in addition to the awe that can sweep over you as you really appreciate what you have already accomplished. We stopped periodically at the few points along the trail where toilets had been built and it was at one of these stops that it was brought to our attention by some of the girls that one of the porters from another group was taking pictures of them while relieving themselves. Kind of funny I suppose and at first no one really wanted to deal with it, not the guides for sure, but by the end of the day it had become so bad that our porters took matters into their own hands and confronted him. He of course denied it and was visibly shaken, but it was enough for him to be thrown out of his camp. Back on the trail we began to leave the forest and continued up to the trails highest peak or the legendary Dead Woman’s path @ 14500 ft or so. It was hard and although the altitude never made me sick it certainly slowed me down in this regard, especially the last hour of the climb. I had to rest every 100 yards or so on the last leg. Getting to the top was certainly a feeling of accomplishment, and a comfort to know you had completed the most difficult section of the trail. It was all down hill from there LOL ask Elsa ;) From the morning camp I swear we hit just about every climate imaginable to this point. We were so high our heads were literally in the clouds. An early morning cool walk in the forest, followed by scorching heat where I stripped down to my shorts, then the daily rain, and finally freezing cold at the top of the pass. I swear just an hour earlier I was sweaty and hot to now freezing wishing I had taken my woolen sweater. The decent from the pass was quite steep (when was it not I guess) but a long hike fore sure. What goes up must come down and this was the part of the trail which gave Elsa the most difficulty, but she was a trooper and was in no way ever going to give up. At the valley floor most of the other tours setup camp for the night even though it was just lunch time, but I guess they figured they had pushed their groups hard enough. NOT us we ate and went back on the trail. Being at the bottom of the valley floor we of course had to go straight up again. The assent this time was almost equally brutal as the one before, but the views were fantastic. I had a theory that even if the Spaniards had found this trail the paths were so steep and narrow, that a small group of Indians could have literally held off an army with enough rocks to throw. We passed the ruins of Runkuracay which has an awe-inspiring view of the valley. At this point of the trail the paving now becomes for the most part original, up until now the path had been rebuilt or “built” to make certain parts safer. Again being at the top there is always another steep decline to look forward to. As most of the other groups decided to stay further back for the night, and with Elsa’s knee slowing us down we had the good fortune of having long stretches of the trail to ourselves and it truly was a beautiful stroll as we passed the ruins of Sayacmarca and to our campsite at the edge of the cloud forest. This was probably the prettiest campsite and again we were greeted to an exquisite meal and then straight to bed, a truly exhausting but rewarding day.
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Thursday, November 23, 2006

Day 4 “A knee to know basis”


We both awoke to the same thought "its way too bright for 0400 in the morning... A look at my trusty cell phone revealed that it was in fact 0450, ten minutes before the bus was due to take us to the beginning of the Inca trail. My trusty cell phone had not gone off! What a cliché how many times in my life have I used that excuse. What followed next was a series of curses, rants of frustrations and a mad scramble to get packed for both the trail and what we were not taking into a bag for storage. I could just see the whole group waiting for us while we got our "shit together". Luckily we were the last pickup on the bus route so the group did not arrive until close to 0530. That enabled us to do what was needed and even shovel some breakfast down but it was a close one. With our left behind luggage in storage we boarded the bus for the 3 1/2 hour journey to the trail starting point. Speculation the day before was rife as to what kind of bus would take us and we fully expected an uncomfortable bumpy ride. We were pleasantly surprised, the bus was quite comfortable and with most people taking the opportunity for a nap I intently looked out the window and watched the world go by. I find all that stuff quite interesting observing the everyday life of people on in a country I had never visited before, how the real people live outside of the tourist hubs. I was truly fascinated. The countryside was beautiful with simple adobe houses dotting the landscape and small villages here and there; generally it was a peaceful place and certainly did not seem to be too consumed with the usual hustle and bustle of most western countries. The only gripe and now that I think about it, this phenomenon appear to be the same in every Latin country I have visited. Almost every house/town had to display their political affiliation with such vigor. Entire sides of buildings covered in white paint and big bold colorful letters. I mean enough was enough already it was everywhere. We stopped along the way to pick up a few porters and the final stop in a town to purchase walking sticks and grab some breakfast. The staging area was just a dusty parking lot in which we all began to get situated for our start.
Some background is needed here. Elsa had a knee injury from a previous hike of the Grand Canyon that had been significantly aggravated during a recent hash run (see earlier blogs) and it was certainly letting itself be known during the past few days. Hence the purchase of a walking stick, but really you would need that anyway no matter who you are. We lined up to get our passports checked and stamped and crossed the bridge across the Vilcantoa river which officially starts the trail. We were all quite excited and eager. About 30 minutes into the hike Elsa’s knee began to really hurt and I have to admit that at this point I was really concerned about how this was going to affect the rest of the journey for her. But to anyone who knows Elsa there was no way this was going to keep her from completing the trail. God bless her she would let it kill her rather than give up. This was the easiest part of the trail and we passed a few small settlements that all used the opportunity of their location to sell water and soda to the daily Inca trail hikers. This was a 4 day hike in the Peruvian Andes but for the most part you could purchase beverages through most of the trail. Within a couple of hours we approached our first real assent where from the top you had a fantastic view of the Inca hillfort of Huillca Raccay. In comparison to the rest of the trial it was nothing but I mention it because it did provide us with one of the lasting images of the first day. While climbing the steep slope we observed a couple passing us back down the path being carried on ponies. They were a little over weight, looked exausted and for some incredible reason they must have never gotten the word that this was going to be more than just a leisurely stroll. They looked so un prepared and honestly if the first hill was such a problem then they did the right thing. Their walk of shame I am sure was quite embarrassing and the price was to face every other hiker and porter on the way back down with a look of failure and disgrace.
The porters; ahh these mountain goats. What ever you carried they carried 4 times as much and moved 3 times faster. Pleasant, quiet, hard working people who gained our respect more and more as each day went by. There job was to carry most of the equipment and arrive at the camp sites ahead of everyone to set up camp so all you had to do was sit down, eat and sleep. Our arrival at our first lunch stop was a real eye opener. Could you believe that we were greeted with a three course meal? From that point onwards we were all amazed as to what they could produce 4 times a day. Let’s be clear here you will not go hungry or thirsty on the Inca trail. After our delicious lunch and some coca tea we were back on the trail. Things began to get a little steeper here but all in all not bad, but we did begin to get a feel for how quickly the weather can change. It drizzled for about the last three hours of day light and by the time we got to the first camp site we were all cold and wet. But that was soon alivated with another 3 course meal and some hot tea. No camp fires allowed so after dinner it was a little chit chat around the table and off to bed, and I was certainly glad to lie down.

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Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Peru Day 3 "Sexy Woman"


Today was E and P's first full day in Cuzco. The day began with a free breakfast buffet provided by our hotel and believe me this was not the usual “continental” breakfast bullshit dished out by most hotels the world over. Plenty of fruits, yogurts, fruit juices, pastries, and some meats and I do have to say runny eggs. But all in all you got your fill and a great start to the day in addition to a money saver. The first order of the day was to visit the Inca ruins just outside of Cuzco called Sacsayhuamen pronounced “sexy woman” In addition to the usual sight seeing we also set out to get “more in shape” ;) as we certainly did not prepare as much as we should have before arrival, but with that said we were not exactly out of shape either. We made our way to the edge of town where I guess you could argue was the older section of the city, an eclectic collection of hostels, restaurants, great views, cobble stone sidewalks and roads with LOTS of steep steps. Little did I know at this point of the trip that the Incas must love and I mean really LOVE steep steps. It was a theme played out with grueling consistency almost everyday. The altitude adjustment was still lingering and after climbing these steps I frequently had to stop and catch my breath more than one might expect. Making our way up the hill we came across what I guessed to be the main entrance gate to the ruin site. A man was standing there and he began to chit chat with Elsa. I thought it was another “hey do you need to buy a tour” routine again (they are all over the place) when suddenly Elsa became gleeful with a particular wave of excitement and a twinkle in her eye which I have since learned manifests itself when anything equestrian related happens. To her delight (and mine also), the opportunity of visiting these ruins and much more on horseback became a real possibility. We conferred for a few seconds on the details of the endeavor and decided it was on and promptly then set off to follow our guide. After a 20 minute hike and in behind some mud huts here and there, we found our ponies in a coral all ready to go. Of course the horses knew their way around all too well so all you really had to do was just sit there and let it all happen. Even trying to get them to walk faster was an effort as they honestly could not be bothered what YOU wanted to do and for the most part only listened to the owner. Elsa had a grin from ear to ear the whole time. In fact she was so excited that I do believe the pony she was riding picked up on her excitement and let it be known in his own little way he he he.. Tooting all the way he was. So we went up this path, down this one etc... Our first stop was a small rocky hill where our guide bid us to dismount and follow him. He took us to an Incan cave that had been used to hide all the gold from the Spaniards back in the day. Of course they found it, but we climbed through it and popped out the other side of the hill through a small hole. Pretty cool and Elsa did well being claustrophobic and all. Back on the ponies and off to see more small ruins. Nothing too spectacular but a good ride and certainly got to see more than you would have if walking or taking a tour bus around. The saddles were NOT comfortable or well fitting at all, so after a while I actually preferred to just walk as the inside of my legs were beginning to rub raw and I was getting aches and pains in all sorts of places after almost 3 hours on this animal. Our final stop was Sacsayhuamen. The ruins bore the same treatment as other sites with the stone walls again being razed and tore down by the Spaniards and then they used the stones to build their shit. But enough was left to still see what fine stone masons the Incas really were. Stones that fit together perfectly and have withstood the test of time with many an earthquake over the centuries to remind everyone how well they built everything. After a full day of sightseeing it was back into Cuzco. Looking forward to lunch we found ourselves in a small cute restaurant/bar that actually had an Incan wall as part of its structure. A quaint place with lots of character and one we decided to return to at a later time. For the life of us Elsa and I just can’t remember the name of it. After a nice late lunch and my first taste of liquid bubble gum (Inka Kola), it was back to the hotel to relax before later that evening where a required pre-Inca trail meeting was scheduled. It was at this meeting where we would meet our guide for the walk and the other members of our group. Of course we all hope that we would be grouped with some cool people and upon our arrival it was relief to see that we would all probably get along quite welland have a great time. The group included two Aussies (Leon, Mario), three Brits (Jack, Anna, and Rebbecca) one German (Nico), One American (Elsa) and me the Paddy. There was actually another German Alex who at this point was tentative for the trail. Basically he caught some bug and had a high fever and everything that goes along with it. He ended up not going which I am sure was very hard for him. Our guide was a fellow name Romelo. A Nice mannered man with a thick accent, but we were all well able to understand him. The meeting covered about what to expect, what to bring and to be ready at 5am for pick up at our hotels for the 3 1/2 hour journey to the starting point for the trail. After the meeting we both headed out with the excited feeling that what we had been reading about, talking about and thinking about for months was just a wake up call away. As we made our way back to the hotel we stopped for a few Pisco sours just as a last hurrah before 4 days on the trail, and then some shopping to purchase essentials such as a poncho for me and what was to become Elsa’s new best friend a "walking stick" (more on that later)… Back at the hotel it was soon to bed where I set the TRUSTY ALARM CLOCK ON MY CELL PHONE for a 0400 wake up that I was sure would come sooner than later.



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Monday, November 13, 2006

Peru Day 2 “NO QUY"


Arrived Cusco 7:30am tired and so ready for a warm bed and a nap. We had arranged to be picked up by our hotel and of course wondered if they would actually show, but we exited the airport and within moments Elsa's name was called. It was a bit of a rouse, the guy who picked us up was also in the business of selling tourist packages so guess what his intentions really were. The altitude factor; I had heard (Elsa was here before) and read about the high altitude of Cusco and how acclimating is essential before any hike. At an elevation of 10,000 ft I got to tell you I felt it. I honestly didn’t think it would be a problem for me but I could feel it almost as soon as I got off the plane. Basically while walking or even sometimes just laying in bed you all of a sudden have the feeling to gasp for air. A weird feeling for sure, but mostly it just tires you out a little but all in all it was not enough to hinder anything we wanted to do but I guess to some people it really can take you out. We finally arrived at our hotel and were promptly handed our first cup of coco tea ;) must say it tasted pretty good and I “think” it helped with the altitude (placebo effect?) But who am I to question tradition. Straight to bed and a big 4 hour nap along with a few gasps of air every now and then. Time to relax, take a shower watch a little HBO (well you can't rough it the whole time) and off for a walk to the plaza de Almas the central square. Cusco the old Incan empire center has been inhabited longer than anywhere else in South America. To sum it up the Spanish found it, knocked down all there ruins and of course built their churches on top with the rocks. Read more here if you like .Yeah it sucks and Latin America is the same story all over. Machu Pichu of course was never found by the Spaniards so it's untouched.
Cusco, a beautiful majestic place with its of old narrow streets and cobblestones, indigenous people going about there daily lives wearing the most colorful clothes with the coolest hats, and doorways that I just could not take enough pictures of. It just felt genuine… The Peruvians I have to say here are some of the nicest, mellow, genuine people I have met. During my stint in the Navy I had the opportunity to travel to many nations and this place certainly is one of the top places I have visited. So Elsa and I set off on our way to the city center Plaza de Almas to look around, get something to eat and maybe have a few adult beverages ;) We were in no hurry and just wanted to take it all in. As I said a beautiful city with restaurants that line the perimeter of the square and as with much of Latin America a hive of activity. We saw a restaurant that looked decent and with a balcony and a great view of the square so we could people watch. Elsa had previously told me the national delicacy was a dish called “quy” what is Quy? It’s roasted guinea pig whole. Well I am not the most adventurous eater by any means, but I can tell you NO WAY am I going to eat that. It’s bad enough knowing what is but man they just had to put the pictures of the burnt little critters all over the place. YUCK… anyway the rest of the day was enjoyed just wandering around the town and I think we may have had a few pisco sours;… Elsa got to hold a baby alpaca. Anyway went to bed early.

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Friday, November 03, 2006

Peru, the Inca trail and beyond

October 4th 2006 the morning of our adventure to Peru began like most mornings before a major trip, at least for me anyway...LATE. Up to all hours the night before packing, and a mad rush in the morning standard stuff for me. I always work better at the last minute; it's when you are at your optimum level ;) Even organized Elsa gave us some anxious moments, with traffic from her new fashionable neighborhood of East County just not going smoothly and her having to eventually take the back roads. But as in most cases somehow it all came together and we arrived at the airport in time with help from my ex roommate Charlie. Upon checking in at the gate the issue of the expiration date of my passport came up. You see it was due to expire four days after I was scheduled to return. The ticket agent was concerned there were some restrictions and checked some records/documentation etc to see if there was any reason that would prohibit me from flying. I of course had decided months ago before the trip that it was fine, mainly because of the way you have to book the Inca trail. I was soon regretting it. Fortunately no specific reason was found and I proceeded on with the first leg of my journey. I must admit at this point I was a little apprehensive and this issue certainly put a little bit of a dampener on the excitement. I just now wanted to get to Peru first before I let myself become too caught up on what was had planned after we arrived. You know how beuacrtic these Latin countries can be. Back to the story... After leaving San Diego for Houston to catch our connecting flight to Lima, I am walking through the boarding gate and again the issue of my passport about to expire is noticed and addressed. The Lady gave me that “Hey your...bla bla bla” To which I replied I know all about it and it’s already been sorted and there is nothing YOU need to worry about. The lady sounded satisfied and I was allowed to proceed forward. This was the second time the passport issue was brought up today and I subsequently began thinking more and more about how this could end up really sucking. Nothing more of note here during the plane ride other than thinking of all the different scenarios of what might happen if I did not gain entry. Elsa presented one to me of her going on alone should I get turned back "I would let you go by yourself if the situation was reversed" she was of course right but it was not exactly what I wanted to hear at the time. Apart from looking forward to getting to our destination, we had a six hour lay over before our flight to Cusco to look forward to. Standing in line at immigration I again became worried if I was going to be turned away. Being now so close to our destination I could taste it and a wave of anything could happen swept over me. Elsa began to” clean her self up" and when I asked her why she replied "having a pretty girl talking to them sure won't hurt. True I thought as I began to ponder how I should approach the mordida (bribe) should the situation arise. Perhaps a few 20's in the passport up front just to make things a little smoother?? LOL. No worries I played it cool and the guy did not even look at my passport. Ah destiny or something like that... I was fucking in like Flynn. It really was a weight off my shoulders, to be so close and then get turned back...well you can imagine. Now I have never been to South America before so I did not know what to expect, but I found the Lima airport to be quite clean and well run, unlike other airports I have visited in Mexico or even I am sad to say Ireland. So we found ourselves a spot in the food court, feeling quite at home surrounded by papa john's pizza, dunken donuts and of course the icon of icons McDonald s. As comforting at some level this was I was rather disappointed to see this. So we sat there in Lima’s finest food court drinking a few beers (well I did) and listened to Elsa's multi million dollar law suit story. I would say that killed an hour and a half or so. For those who don't know already Elsa's story telling can match many an Irishman’s with the extreme attention to detail and length, and that I am sure it’s hard for many a person of the MTV generation to follow for more that a couple of minutes. A true raconteur ;). As the night crawled on we both became more delirious with fatigue, but I have to say good company does help and this was not the worst sit around and wait for hours session I have ever had. Airport tax...ahhh now I have traveled a lot and this is the first time I have actually had to pay it separate from the initial purchase of the ticket, and before you would be allowed to fly. For a domestic flight I guess it was not too bad at five bucks or something. But stay tuned to what it requires to get out of the country. Finally on to our last flight at 6 am to Cusco. I was on my second wind here and excitement was flying literally high. Fortunately this was a short one hour flight and I stared out the window most of the time looking at the spectacular un-touched snow capped Andes. Could I snowboard down that slope?? Just random thoughts at the moment. But this part gets into day two so wait for that blog.

Slan go foill

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Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Time will pass you by


Time will pass you by no matter who you are.


I went to see The Cramps last night at the House of Blues with Elsa. ( If you don’t know who they are be ashamed and check them out) Now this is the 3rd time I have seen these guys and I can say the previous two times Lux Interior the singer puts on an awesome show. Strutting around in 6 inch pumps and pretty much stopping short of exposing himself along with his drag like antics and spanking. I had really talked it up with Elsa and told her to standby for a sight to behold. Love these guys. But last night… well Lux was tame. I don’t know if he was told to be or not but he remained fully clothed, no pumps or spanking, and to be honest I thought the sound system was lacking. Now to be fair he still puts or a great show and I would have no problem shelling out to see him again, but some of us who know what to expect from him and no doubt he still put on a great performance compared with the vast majority of other bands, I do know he is capable of so much more. Is Lux slowing down I ask?? I hope not.

Here is a video just to show you what he can do. VIDEO

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Saturday, October 21, 2006

Blog # 6 Pic's before the story--INCA TRAIL

So I have really been behind the curve on this blog, but go to my photo blog===>HERE and there you will find pic's and links to most of my photos taken on the Inca trail..Elsa and I have just returned from a very challenging 4 day hike in the Peruvian Andes... They are worth looking at for sure. Lot's of pic's and stories to follow.

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Friday, September 29, 2006

“Hey can you come get me, I ran out of gas on the freeway”.


Putt Putt Putt

I guess Guillermo ran out of gas on his way to work today… Poor G had to call Dave to come and get him but Dave was ready to go in a meeting…so he sent Lisa to the rescue. When Lisa got there Guillermo asked if she could take him to Wal-Mart to get a gas can. Lisa already taking time off work to help him out said “why not just get it at the gas station”. To which G replied “ Well how much is that going to be” So at some point G decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth agreed to accept the help and go to the nearest gas station. After getting gas and dropping off Guillermo, Lisa began her journey back to work. In the mean time Guillermo finds out it’s not so easy to restart a fuel injected engine after you run out of gas, tried to call Lisa back for more help… Lisa’s phone was dead and did not get the message until she arrived back.. So she is on her way back to help out G again(she deserves lunch at the very least) Sooooo hopfully he gets back ... But if you don't believe me here is a pic :)~
I guess gas prices on the island of Boranado has not caught up witht he rest of San Diego.

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Saturday, September 09, 2006

Blog # 5 Run Run Run

I finally attended my first hash the other day with my good friend Sarah. It's been one of those situations where I had been procrastinating about it for about umm a year, when I decided to finally say "I will be there" . Must say people I had a lot of fun. I should note that I hate to "just" run, it really needs to be an activity such as hockey, soccer etc... I could never just run a couple of miles. But in this case I found myself running 4.5 miles and loved it. To those who have never done one it basically means you follow a prescribed path set out by a forward running hare and whose course will eventually lead you to a bar. Of course there is a beer stop on the way. They proudly proclaim ' we are a drinking group with a running problem" At one point I was thinking it was a bit much having to scale wire fences and rebar through some downtown building sites with a Mexican lady standing on her porch wondering what fuck are these people doing and was one step from calling the police if anybody even looked at her wrong... She never did and we arrived safely at the surprise watering hole " downtown Charley browns"... A fun night for sure and highly recommended.. Better have a thick skin though cause the humor is as crass as a drunken sailor in Thailand negotiating the paid company of a lady (so I have heard anyway) Ha... Oh you eventually are assigned a hashing name which you can imagine can be quite colorful.. So until that gets settled I better play it cool... You know what they say about names...they can shape the rest of your life. ;) sheeeeeeeeet
Here is the website if you are interested. http://www.sdh3.com/

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Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Blog # 4 Ghosts

When the room is quiet,
The daylight almost gone
It seems there's something I should know
Well, I ought to leave,
But the rain it never stops
And I've no particular place to go.

Just when I think I'm winning
When I've broken every door
The ghosts of my life
Blow wilder than before.
Just when I thought I could not be stopped
When my chance came to be king
The ghosts of my life
Blew wilder than the wind

Well, I'm feeling nervous
Now I find myself alone
The simple life's no longer there
Once I was so sure
Now the doubt inside my mind
Comes and goes, but leads nowhere

Yes I am taking this from somebody...but it has been said many times before, it has probably already been said better than you could ever say it, and that is why we listen and read to poetry and music.

At this point in time to still see the ghosts of my past reappear....Ah will they ever go away.. Been here sooo many times.....

If you are going to scare me then just fucking do it and I will not hide this.

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Sunday, September 03, 2006

Blog # 3 Another day

Another day… That is what my phone says when I turn it on. I thought about it this morning and began to think I was being a little pessimistic.. Perhaps, but it's really not they way I think at least not all the time. It is another day for sure but I think a good one and the future looks so exiting. I think the phrase/word ”forward” will be the new proclamation…

Slan Go foill

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Friday, September 01, 2006

Blog #2 The Fred affair

Well I was told by two people very close to me that "Fred" likes to roll in shit. My Fred NOOOOO ... Well shit (no pun intended) it's true..Saw it myself this morning on a walk.. Why does he do this??? Can someone please help?? Fred is my Basset hound and one might say he has "personality" . LOL He is Brat #1. I have others you know...we can discuss them later.

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Blog #1 The beginning


Do I really have anything to say????? Well yes actually I do... Soooo peeps this is my first blog proper (well I had one on myspace but for many reasons I don’t consider that a real one). This just seems to me more serious, but maybe I am wrong time will tell. Key words: ideas, art, music, plans, experiences and just sharing the world… Bring it on


But to all friends and new people welcome… please feel free to look around and contribute… Let it all begin

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