It has been a busy few months. Since September I have spent more time abroad than in Ireland, which I’m assuming is a very good thing considering how things have been. In January, I came home to chaos and ruptured roads layered in the Grade ‘A’ grit (specially imported from Spain). The huddled masses of Cork like a scene from ‘Children of Men’, mumbling obsessively about government incompetence and Judgement Day weather conditions.
Leaving the dazzling Cork sunshine behind
Singapore
Saigon
Bali, do not make eye contact with the evil monkeys, especially the small ones
Sydney, just a quick look around
New Zealand. Fly-fishing in the sunshine on Christmas Day in Tongariro park. Helicopter trip to White Island (greatest thing ever). That green lake in the middle of the crater is one of the most acidic lakes in the world.
The rest of the time up north (inset of Cork just for comparison).:
Back to San Francisco where I found myself surrounded by Kiwis once more… first day was a rugby match between San Francisco Golden Gate RFC vs New Zealand Universities on Treasure Island. Both sides full of New Zealanders and a surprisingly high standard of rugby. Treasure Island is certainly a strange place, a run down man-made island between San Francisco and Oakland. Formerly part of a navy base I think, it has deteriorated uniformly since then. With one notable exception – the shiny new Gaelic Athletic Association grounds and 7,000 square foot clubhouse (here).
And back to Cork via snowy Boston. Luckily, no burst water pipes and the car started on the first attempt.
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