Monthly Archives: August 2012

Days 12-14: Aarhus-Andalusia, and the carbon footprint

Oh no! After all my smug desciptions of the ease of international train travel, in the interests of being less environmentally disastrous, it went kind of all wrong when I tried to get from Aarhus to Andalucia! And, I regret … Continue reading

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Days 7-11: the International Saga Conference

So, I’ve been very quiet this week because I was busy being at the FIFTEENTH INTERNATIONAL SAGA CONFERENCE here in Aarhus. As a rule I don’t consider conferences very travelblogworthy but since my adventures over the last five days haven’t … Continue reading

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How BLACK is WHITE!

When my Mum recalls the temperament of my younger self, she explains with vividly recollected exasperation how I would argue the toss about anything whatsoever: ‘you’d argue that black was white’. I can’t deny that this is pretty consistent with … Continue reading

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Day 8, August 7th: stars!

So, as I write, it’s midnight here in Blommehaven. We had a lot of rain yesterday, but it’s been dry most of today. There’s a fresh breeze, but it’s not too cold. I’m sitting at the end of the jetty, … Continue reading

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Days 5-6: Camping in Aarhus!

Wow, so yeah, from Copenhagen I went to AARHUS! (That’s oar-hoose.) And although there are a few more things I’d like to say about Copenhagen (and the hospitality of my friend the catblogger), I want most of all to talk … Continue reading

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Days 2-4: THE RETURN TO THE BLACK DIAMOND

I’m afraid the most blogtastic thing about my Copenhagen trip is probably the title… Just to spoil all the fun for those of you who thought I might have been on a voyage to recover my buried priate treasure, or … Continue reading

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Day 1 (July 31st): the most special person on the train!

It was good to be heading across Europe again. All my usual topoi were there: watching French farms drift past; that feeling of freedom of exchange as we zipped across borders and the languages I was hearing shifted gradually around … Continue reading

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