A couple of photos showing the winter 2010.
Monday, 6 December 2010
Monday, 16 August 2010
Cycle Loch Katrine, the Victorian Disneyland
Scotland was a must go destination for the Victorian tourist and Sir Walter Scott's 'The lady of the loch' made loch Katrine a must go place. Here a 1.5 min video on all that:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/scotland/history/land_and_votes/queen_victoria_takes_the_throne/
Today it is more a place for chubby Glaswegian families and grannies and granddads on a day out. Or for those trying to combine getting fit with seeing the Trossachs. Ana and I decided to try the Loch Katrine cycle run described in the Bike Scotland book:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Bike-Scotland-Book-One-Central/dp/0954421787/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1281994223&sr=8-1
We drove to Doune near Stirling and Dunbland and then cycled past loch Venachar...

... to reach the rocky Eastern end of Loch Katrine which is a tourist spot with overflowing car parks and ice cream munching grannies and kids.

On the Northern side of the loch is a well surfaced cycle track and the Eastern of the loch is beautiful not only to the poem-primed eyes of the Victorians with islands in the loch.

But the cycling is far from easy with plenty of steep hills and I felt sorry for some of the candidates that hoped to get to the 15.30 h ferry. Here a descent with the steamer in the background...
http://www.bbc.co.uk/scotland/history/land_and_votes/queen_victoria_takes_the_throne/
Today it is more a place for chubby Glaswegian families and grannies and granddads on a day out. Or for those trying to combine getting fit with seeing the Trossachs. Ana and I decided to try the Loch Katrine cycle run described in the Bike Scotland book:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Bike-Scotland-Book-One-Central/dp/0954421787/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1281994223&sr=8-1
We drove to Doune near Stirling and Dunbland and then cycled past loch Venachar...

... to reach the rocky Eastern end of Loch Katrine which is a tourist spot with overflowing car parks and ice cream munching grannies and kids.

On the Northern side of the loch is a well surfaced cycle track and the Eastern of the loch is beautiful not only to the poem-primed eyes of the Victorians with islands in the loch.

But the cycling is far from easy with plenty of steep hills and I felt sorry for some of the candidates that hoped to get to the 15.30 h ferry. Here a descent with the steamer in the background...
Friday, 23 July 2010
Sicily
This year Ana and I went to Sicily. An island at the bottom of the Italian boot with Greek, Roman, Arabic, Norman and many other roots and today probably mostly associated with the Mafia. We took easyjet flights to Palermo and for two days visited the city with a combination of Norman and Arabic architecture.

One highlight were the catacombes, where the locals thought it was a good idea to dry out and then to be put on public display. Here some cheerful characters from the 18th century, still good looking considering their age.

Here a view over Palmero.

Then the first beach: unfortunately no climable rock. The white rock in the background is soft chalk and not really a deep water solo. Also it was very hot, mid 30s or higher.

We then survived the Palermo traffic in our rented Fiat 500 (retro) to reach Agriento on the Southern side of the island. The main attraction is the valley of the temples which were built by Greek settlers at a time when Greek finances allowed such buildings.

Here the best conserved temple.

Back North to a Cefalu, a beach resort with a lovely town but an overcrowded beach.

A large limestone outcrop is on the peninsula and I managed to do some deep water bouldering on some boulders. Further on to another beach...

... to reach a very hot Taormina where we stayed in a village olverlooking the coast. A tourist y wee town and a crowded beach but some decent but easy deep water soloing on a rock that is used by the local posers for jumps into the water. Climbing on it was surely mega posing but as I started to put on wait and lose strength I used the opportunity. A limestone volcanic conglomarate which looked very fragile but was much better than anticipated.

Here the Greek theatre, with mount Etna, the largest active volcano smoking in the background.
It was unbearably hot and so we decided to go up mount Etna the next day. Many tourists are dragged up first by bus, then by lift and then by all terrain buses. The other option is to walk from the lift and we managed to continue to get to maybe 3200 m, where I managed to inhale a strong puff of sulfur. Here is Ana and me close to the summit, which is off limits due to the fumes.
One highlight were the catacombes, where the locals thought it was a good idea to dry out and then to be put on public display. Here some cheerful characters from the 18th century, still good looking considering their age.
Here a view over Palmero.
Then the first beach: unfortunately no climable rock. The white rock in the background is soft chalk and not really a deep water solo. Also it was very hot, mid 30s or higher.
We then survived the Palermo traffic in our rented Fiat 500 (retro) to reach Agriento on the Southern side of the island. The main attraction is the valley of the temples which were built by Greek settlers at a time when Greek finances allowed such buildings.
Here the best conserved temple.
Back North to a Cefalu, a beach resort with a lovely town but an overcrowded beach.
A large limestone outcrop is on the peninsula and I managed to do some deep water bouldering on some boulders. Further on to another beach...
... to reach a very hot Taormina where we stayed in a village olverlooking the coast. A tourist y wee town and a crowded beach but some decent but easy deep water soloing on a rock that is used by the local posers for jumps into the water. Climbing on it was surely mega posing but as I started to put on wait and lose strength I used the opportunity. A limestone volcanic conglomarate which looked very fragile but was much better than anticipated.
Here the Greek theatre, with mount Etna, the largest active volcano smoking in the background.
It was unbearably hot and so we decided to go up mount Etna the next day. Many tourists are dragged up first by bus, then by lift and then by all terrain buses. The other option is to walk from the lift and we managed to continue to get to maybe 3200 m, where I managed to inhale a strong puff of sulfur. Here is Ana and me close to the summit, which is off limits due to the fumes.
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