A wedding in Washington: an introduction!

Hello dear readers! How are things!? I recently rounded off my 2021 travels with a blog post all about my annual Thanksgiving visit to Washington and so onwards to 2022 we go!

Isn’t it great following such an up-to-date blogger? As our third anniversary approaches, I’m finally writing about that trip! I’ve written about some special trips over the years but this was the BIG one. This was a trip that spanned six weeks, four states and featured two weddings including my own!

I put together a draft post a while back that never saw the light of day but without writing an essay, one post was never going to do this trip justice! So I figured I’d throw a series of shorter posts at you!

“They’re still not going to be short are they Jason?”

Alright, you know me too well! I can’t help it! However if there was any trip worthy of a series of rambles then I suppose this is it!

Long time readers will be fairly familiar with much of the “story” at this point so let me give the rest of you a quick summarised version:

Way back in early 2016 I was invited over to Washington State to watch two friends (Maddie & Cassie) get married in the summer of 2018 – two days before my 30th birthday! Naturally I was going and had a big ol’ birthday trip!

Said friends played matchmakers and introduced me to Haleigh in the summer of 2016. We got chatting online and in 2017 I visited Washington State for the first time – one year earlier than planned!

Cassie, Maddie, Jason, Haleigh

We hit it off so many trips back and forth occurred before I went out to ‘live’ in the USA for 3 months at the start of February 2020!

“Wait.. 2020!?”

Yeah! In hindsight you could say it was bad timing, alternatively you could say it was perfect timing! I’ll let you be the judge of that and I suppose it depends on your perspective but we unexpectedly found ourselves living together in the midst of a pandemic. The intention had been to go over there and spend some proper time together and we certainly achieved that given the circumstances!

Anyway, by the time I’d left Washington I was an engaged man set to get married in September 2021. Alas that didn’t happen because I was stuck in England with the US border seemingly permanently closed and so here we are! Attempt number two!

All being well, this was finally happening! The end (HA!) to long distance was in sight! We’d finally be married and could live our lives (in limbo because of immigration laws) together, happily ever after!

A lot of planning went in to this trip. Of course you had the wedding planning, the burden of which largely fell on Haleigh’s shoulders as she was the one in Washington and she did a great job!

Beyond that we also had the travel planning itself. We not only had our wedding but one of Haleigh’s cousins was getting married down in Utah three weeks later. Additionally we were still living in Covid-cautious travel times, plus the usual travel mishaps that crop up which made for some frustrating scenarios – all of which I’ll mention but I’ll end this post by giving you the rundown of what was to come.

The plan! 
On Sunday 27th March I would travel to Walla Walla, via Seattle (2ish weeks before the wedding).
Saturday 9th April – get married
Saturday 23rd April – fly back to England. Arrive in London on Sunday 24th April.
Monday 25th April – back to work for three days
Thursday 28th April – fly to Salt Lake City via Denver – no direct flight to SLC, really!?
Saturday 30th April – attend Utah wedding
Sunday 1st May – fly home via Denver. Arrive in London on Monday (bank holiday!)
Tuesday 3rd May – back to work!

In hindsight it probably didn’t make the most sense but I ideally wanted to be in Washington two weeks before our wedding and I was also a bit conscious about my annual leave for the year. I struggled when I’d taken four weeks off in 2018, I didn’t really want any more than that so if I could save some days by working then I was all for it even if it wasn’t particularly convenient.

Naturally, it’s the big trips where things begin to go wrong. You’ll note that this was actually a six week trip so things went awry along the way. All of that is to come, this was just a quick introduction to an unforgettable trip.

Stay tuned!

Jason

Yet more fame!

Hello dear readers! How are things? I’m coming back at you with another short and sweet blog post that is just a bit of fun, rather than being about any specific trip, but this piqued my interest a little bit.

We all blog for different reasons but personally this is very much a casual hobby for me. You’re not suddenly going to find me dangling off a clifftop and plunging to my death in aim of getting that Instagram-worthy photo that sends me into “influencer” stardom – no thank you!

This is purely enjoyment for me. I’ve been catching up on blog-reading in recent weeks and fellow blogger, Marion, has been sharing details from a trip to Australia which has left me reminiscing of my own trip to Sydney back in 2013.

I wrote about it here and I don’t even know why I’m linking you to the post because it’s so painfully dull to read. I really need to go back and do that trip justice on the blog at some point.

In all fairness it was one of my earliest blog posts but I’d fallen in to that trap of “this is how you’re supposed to travel blog” rather than just finding what worked for me.

I look back at that post and the few before it and not even I care to read those posts! I barely recognise those posts, they could have been written by anyone. One more travel blog amidst a million others.

Suddenly it hit me: an epiphany!

Forget the number of readers, the statistics and everything else; if I was doing this blogging thing, it had to be something that felt genuine. If it doesn’t feel like my own writing or I’m not even enjoying writing about it, why even bother? Right?

That’s not a criticism of anybody else. Different things work for different bloggers and I think it’s important any blogger finds what works for them but I think I realised quite early that my passion for blogging would only survive if I was story-telling in some form. Even if 99% of the time it’s just rambling nonsense.

“So like this post Jason?”
“Exactly!”

As usual, I’m kind of getting sidetracked from the point of the post but blogging is a form of enjoyment for me. It’s not big business, it’s not something I’m putting a bunch of effort into. If I can squeeze out one ramble a week, I’m doing pretty darn good!

I’ve blogged for many years now but my “numbers” are still pretty modest. That’s the result of it being a casual thing and I don’t give those numbers too much attention but every now and then I’ll take a look at the stats and whilst most of the time it’s fairly mundane, occasionally something unusual stands out.

Long term readers may well remember that by chance I’d spotted a while ago that my viewership was stuck on 99 (WordPress) countries so I celebrated with a special blog post dedicated to Libya having helped me reach one hundred countries!

Long term readers may also remember another post revealing my short-lived fame in China where I was randomly inundated with Chinese readers, largely arriving from the search engine Baidu which I’d never heard of.

Well today I dedicate this post to another corner of the world that has surprisingly and inexplicably found my blog. I happened to take a look at my stats the other day and over the last seven days my Japanese viewership has doubled.

I’ve had more views from Japan in the last seven days than I have had in the eight or so years prior to this past week!

More specifically, it seems this influx of Japanese readers were predominantly reading my blog on March 17th – St Patrick’s Day of course!

So fellow readers, have some fun with me! Let’s pretend that it’s not some big coincidence! What have I done to gather such popularity in Japan? I joked in my “fame in China” post that it wouldn’t be long until I owned the most read blog in all of Asia and it has only taken me another five years to make my breakthrough in Japan!

Or perhaps it’s controversy? Does the St Patrick’s Day reading actually mean something!? Maybe my recent blog posts about Ireland, which I noted was rather underwhelming, have caused offence in Japan! Am I about to be overwhelmed by Japanese hate-mail? Should I have infact been more complimentary about Ireland?

Amuse me with any theories you might have! What have I done!? Which area of the globe will I next find such fame? Let me know!

Anyway for now I’ll end with a ありがとう and さようなら.
Thank you and goodbye! (I hope – blame Google for the translation, not me!)

Jason

A glimpse of Malta!

Hello dear readers! I was just starting to get back in to the swing of things and posting regularly and then a pesky trip went and got in the way! What a travesty, right?

Admittedly, I could have been better prepared and had something scheduled and ready to go whilst I was traveling but let’s not get carried away! Committing to writing one post a week is a miracle without thinking about being prepared enough to write beyond that.

Anyway, the consequence is I don’t really have a “proper” post to share with you so I thought I’d give you the short and sweet version for now and we’ll write about this trip in more detail at a later date.

Those of you connected with me on other social media platforms such as Facebook, Instagram or Twitter will have seen that I was in Malta last week. I said in my travel round-up post at the start of the year that I was itching for some Winter sunshine and after narrowing it down to a few options, Malta seemed like the best of them.

It’s funny how often we’ll set ourselves criteria for a trip and then wind up booking a trip that falls a bit short of that.

Let me say, my main criteria was to go somewhere with warmer and sunnier weather than England so Malta ticked that box at the very least.

I was thinking back to the Algarve last year and craving something similar, which meant discounting somewhere like Morocco, because I was craving something relaxing.

I definitely found time to relax in Malta still and enjoyed the weather of course but ironically I think one of the things that swayed me towards choosing Malta was the balance between having a nice hotel to relax at when I wanted to, whilst still having a destination that offered more.

And it didn’t disappoint. I’m going to blog about it in more detail at a later date but I’m glad I ended up going to Malta, it’s a great country to visit and theoretically it’s somewhere I’d go back to.

I don’t know when because there are other places I want to return to and a million other places I haven’t yet visited that I’d like to visit someday but I’d never rule out returning to Malta.

Anyway, I’ll blog about it in more detail at some point but for now I just want to share some photos from the trip.

View overlooking the water in Valletta
Upper Barrakka Gardens, Valletta
Ferry trip over to Gozo!
View overlooking the Ggantija Temples – apparently the oldest in the world!
The entrance to the fortress of Mdina!
Beautiful view in St Julian’s, Malta
View of Exiles Bay in Sliema
Selfie in St Julian’s, Malta

That’s a wrap for now! If you haven’t been to Malta or considered visiting before, I’d highly recommend it!

It was a lovely week away and I left with fond memories which is all you can ask for from any trip.

Until next time!

Jason

Walla Walla – November 2021

Hello dear readers! How’s it going? I’m really getting in to a bit of a blogging groove again now so hopefully you’ll see the posts continuing to hit your feed or inbox with some regularity!

I used the last blog post on Moses Lake as a bit of a segue in to this one as it kind of ended the Moses Lake chapter of our lives and subsequently affected this trip too.

On my last trip to Moses Lake, myself and Haleigh had got engaged so the next steps of our long-distance relationship were to get married and then we could finally start thinking about beginning our lives living in the same place (England).

With a Septermber (2021) wedding drawing ever closer, there were other decisions to be made in terms of our future. Haleigh was teaching in the US at the time and as the end of the school year was approaching, Haleigh had to decide whether or not she was committing to another year and simultaneously decide if she’d commit to renewing the lease on her apartment.

In a perfect world, it didn’t make sense to go another year. Consequently Haleigh left teaching at the end of the school year and also gave up her apartment that she’d called home for the last four years, with the plan to temporarily move home and stay with family in Walla Walla.

Alas, this was not a perfect world. Covid continued to wreak havoc on any planning and it became clear that with a US border in no rush to re-open, I wasn’t even going to make it to my own wedding. The US border remained closed and we were forced to push our wedding back and postpone until 2022 with the hope that things would be better by then.

It was a difficult period of change, particularly for Haleigh who’d now been left in limbo a little bit.  In hindsight she might have done another year of teaching and not moved out of Moses Lake but unfortunately the situation was out of our hands and Covid always found a way to wreak havoc and made making future plans incredibly difficult throughout these strange times.

Sure enough, soon after we’d postponed our wedding it was confirmed that the US border would be re-opening in November. Haleigh had luckily been able to visit me earlier in the summer but we hadn’t seen much of eachother and it had been over 18 months since I’d last stepped foot in the USA and abruptly said goodbye to Moses Lake. I’d set aside some time in the hope that the border might re-open for Thanksgiving and luckily it did!

From a life perspective, that period of limbo was hard and as I said particularly so on Haleigh. However from a travel perspective, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited at the prospect of spending some significant time in Walla Walla. Whilst I mourned the lack of farewell for Moses Lake and how abrupt that departure had been, I’d only ever really spent time in Walla Walla either visiting family or having Haleigh show off her favourite spots in the area. Haleigh had found temporary employment back home and that meant I’d definitely have some time to explore the city on my own!

Welcome to Walla Walla, Washington

First I had to get there. I maintain that 2021 was worse for travel than 2020 was. You kind of at least knew where you stood in 2020. The next year was just a bit of a shit-show with ever-changing restrictions and border openings and closures and it was so much faff trying to do anything. I’d booked the Ireland trip pretty last minute because of the UK’s “travel light” system and as excited as I was to get back to Washington, the anxiety of trip-planning made you question if travel was even worth the effort. For a relationship? Absolutely. For travel enjoyment? Absolutely not.

What are the entry requirements? Do I have to quarantine? What are the restrictions? Are the restrictions likely to change? Who do I book a Covid test with? Will I get the results back in time? Will the US be content with the test results? Will British Airways cancel my flight? How long is it going to take me to get through security?

I ticked off everything I needed to do and made my way to Heathrow which was nothing short of a shambles and truthfully, no better in early 2022 either.

My saving grace was that I hate being late which meant Heathrow being busier and more chaotic than I’ve ever seen it didn’t really matter because when you’re hours early for your flight, you have wiggle room for the nonsense.

Heathrow was a mess and I don’t think it helped that the self-service era of travel means you find a lot of people don’t really know what they’re doing. I sympathise because I always have that trepidation at baggage drop that I have no idea if I’ve done it correctly, I’m always conscious I’m going to arrive in my destination and find that my luggage hasn’t left England or worse that it has but I’ve somehow inadvertently sent my luggage to Timbuktu.

I waved my baggage off, hopeful we’d be reunited later that day and then made my way to security which was also a long experience. I eventually made it through, still with time to kill, because I’m not one of the maniacs turning up four minutes before a flight and blaming the airline / airport for missing it. Honestly, how are you not panicking the entire time before departure?

Things were surprisingly smoother on the other side of the Atlantic. I was anticipating further chaos and the usual border-patrol interrogations I receive Stateside but I recall this being one of the stress-free custom experiences I’ve had on US soil. You had to do a lot of the document / Covid verification before travel and maybe that was why but it was bizarre in a country I’ve often faced hefty interrogation.

At last the stress was over, if nothing else I was in Washington State after a good 18 months away. I still had to get from Seattle to Walla Walla but if anything went wrong there, I could figure out a plan B.

If ever there was further proof needed that car is king in America, this is it. Sometimes Haleigh would pick me up at the airport but given the distance, the need to pass over the mountains and the potential weather disruption and then also work commitments I’ve often made my own way to Moses Lake. I’d usually been able to get to Moses Lake quite easily and could catch a bus directly from Seattle to Moses Lake, sadly there was no such luxury for Walla Walla.

I’m sure there is a way of doing it on public transport with several transfers spanning many hours but it’s much more of a chore getting to what should theoretically be a much more touristy city. There isn’t much to Moses Lake really but it’s conveniently located along one of the major highways in the state, Walla Walla is much more charming and its wine industry is BIG but it’s more of a ball-ache to get to so naturally the transport links are rubbish.

My only option was to fly across the state which meant catching another flight out of Seatac and hanging around in the airport for a little while. I had plenty of time to kill because again, how are any of you comfortable with a short layover? I’m an optimist by day but I prepare for worst case when it comes to travel.

With time to kill I went and found a little bar and grabbed myself a beer. Unfortunately I was robbed soon after.

Alright, let me clear that up. Robbed is perhaps a bit extreme. I ordered a beer and thought little more of it until I was ready to move on and then I asked for the bill. I don’t know if it was the long gap between trips to America, maybe I’d forgotten how expensive it is Stateside and moreso in airports after 18 months away but I looked down at my check and the amount read $12.

“What do you mean!?” – Twelve dollars for a beer! 12!!

Plus tax, naturally. That took my beer up to $13.20 in total and I scoffed how expensive a local beer could be. It’s not even like it was an out-of-state beer that needed shipping over, this was an Elysian beer based out of fucking Seattle!

As if $13.20 wasn’t enough for a solitary beer, I was then in America wasn’t I? Am I supposed to tip here? What’s the tipping etiquette on airport robbery? If you’re not paying your staff a decent wage whilst charging $13 for a beer than you should be in jail.

After tipping (I know, I know..) I barely got change on the $20 and took my grumblings to Twitter. It was time to find somewhere cheaper that might only want a kidney in exchange for a hot meal before my flight.

The flight over to Walla Walla was a late one but short. All in all it takes roughly an hour but you’re only in the air for maybe 45 minutes or so. It’s nice and easy, much nicer in the daytime when you can enjoy some of the views over Washington but soon enough I’d landed with Haleigh waiting for me. I landed around midnight so it was straight to bed from there with Sunday pretty relaxed and spent enjoying some time with the family.

Monday morning rolled around and with Haleigh working I was up and ready to go and explore Walla Walla solo for the first time. I knew my way around Walla Walla a little based on previous visits with Haleigh but there’s something to be said for exploring a place on your own and on foot too!

Walla Walla, Washington

Downtown Walla Walla – Feb 2020

As I said earlier, Walla Walla is charming. Moses Lake holds a lot of good memories for me and I did grow attached to it but from a travel perspective, there is no contest as to which is the better place to spend your time. I adore Walla Walla, how could you not!?

I made my way downtown and downtown Walla Walla is just lovely. It only consists of a few main streets (one unsurprisingly called Main Street) but it has a nice collection of restaurants, shops and 41,782 or so wineries with wineries outnumbering* the locals.

*Probably.

Truly, Walla Walla is famous for its wine. After California, Washington State is the biggest producer of wine in the USA and this is the city to enjoy that wealth of Washington wineries.

Ironically, Haleigh’s hometown is somewhat wasted on her as she isn’t really one for alcohol and although I am partial to the occasional drink, I’m by no means a wine drinker so this wasn’t something we’d ever done on any of my previous visit to Walla Walla.

Nonetheless, I had time to myself and “when in Rome” I figured why not? As tempted as you might be to head straight for the wineries, I grabbed myself a light breakfast at a nearby cafe first and figured I’d then see what all the fuss is about.

The most difficult decision you’re going to face in Walla Walla is where to begin? I joked that the wineries perhaps outnumbered the locals but to offer some actual context, Walla Walla is a fairly small city. Its population is around the 30,000 mark and yet more accurate Google searches will tell you that there are roughly 120 wineries in the Walla Walla area! Why so many!?

The downtown is FULL of wineries and there’s a good number a little further out of town too but without the means to get around, I figured that the 20 or so downtown was probably a good place for me to start. After whittling that down to those open on a Monday I was still left with far too many options or any idea on which to start with! In the end I settled upon visiting Spring Valley.

I’ll start by saying I know nothing about wine. My knowledge extends as far as knowing red and/or white were likely on the menu for the day. Fortunately my host was much more knowledgeable and placed a number of wines in front of me before delving in to the history of the winery, wines and the inspiration behind them.

It was a nice experience. I think it would undoubtedly have been better with company but my friendly host made me feel welcome nonetheless. I’d recommend it for any visitors to Walla Walla and the wines tasted nice to a novice who admittedly knows nothing about wine.

Not content with a “one and done” approach, I figured I should at the very least check out another winery for comparison. Whilst Haleigh isn’t a big wine drinker, the rest of (my) family are much happier wine drinkers and I figured a bit of market research on their behalf wouldn’t go amiss. Unsurprisingly I didn’t have to go very far before stumbling upon winery number two.

I won’t name and shame winery number two because I don’t think the tasting experience is necessarily catered towards solo drinkers but the room itself was a little more intimate, I was the only person tasting and it was all a little more awkward as a result.

My host didn’t quite have the same charm as the previous winery which in addition to my own lack of social skills and lack of wine knowledge just made for an uncomfortable visit all round. I think company would have made all the difference here but it was a quiet Monday in November – hardly tourist season – and so between the two of us we muddled on by until I put us both out of our misery, finished my wine and got out of there!

Reviews online are much kinder for what it’s worth and I think the awkwardness probably wasn’t helped by having to entertain someone with no real care for wine. I’m sure a beer tasting would have been much more enjoyable and less awkward for us both but there was no comparison between the two wineries that I’d been to. The wines at both were nice enough and I now wasn’t opposed to drinking wine – with what had been a red-heavy afternoon – but I settled on that being enough for today.

After a wine-heavy day so far I figured I’d better go and fill myself up with something more substantial – beer lunch! I popped over to what has become a little favourite of mine in recent times – the Red Monkey.

The food in all honesty is nothing exceptional – it’s standard pub fare but I like the atmosphere, the staff have always been friendly, they show some live sport which is nice and the selection of beers is always pretty good. I probably didn’t need the latter – particularly not knowing what my limitations were with wine but c’est la vie.

Due to the time of year, by the time I’d made my way back to the house it was fairly dark and it’s probably safe to say that the wine had caught up with me. As a first-time wine drinker I’d surpassed my limit and was starting to feel the effects. I’m not a bad drunk really, I’m not violent or aggressive nor am I any of the worst traits of drunks you sometimes encounter.

I’m generally a sleepy drunk, sometimes a soppy drunk but Haleigh put this firmly in to the category of “stupid drunk” and I think her sentiments were largely along the lines of “my boyfriend’s an idiot..” – fortunately I crashed soon after so despite the “luxury” and “fortune” of being the one and only ever witness to wine-drunk Jason, I think she was rather pleased to be rid of me for the night!

After sleeping off the effects of Monday’s wine antics, Tuesday was much more relaxed. I don’t think I really did much before me and Haleigh spent the evening together. I didn’t get many photos on Tuesday but my photos suggest that we must have gone out for dinner together on Tuesday evening – wine was not on the menu!

Thursday of course was Thanksgiving so Wednesday to Sunday was largely filled with Thanksgiving and family festivities. This was Thanksgiving number two for myself having attended my first in 2019 and missing 2020 for obvious reasons.

We spent most of these days out at one of the grandparent’s house, eating good food, playing games and mingling with the family. It’s always nice getting together and seeing how Thanksgiving is done Stateside. It’s a big holiday and with a big family, it’s always a fun occasion! 2020 remains the only year I’ve missed it!

We spent most of Friday out at the Grandparents again but on Friday we did escape for a couple of hours and headed downtown for some food at another local favourite – Wingmans!

One of the highlight of this visit was bearing witness to the infamous “Apple Cup” which is contested around Thanksgiving every year. College football is so popular in the States but every* November the two big Washington colleges go head to head. The University of Washington (Huskies) face off against WSU (Cougars) for the Apple Cup and local bragging rights.

Go Cougs!

Much of the family are WSU fans and t seemed so was the large majority of Wingman’s who were showing the game on TV so the place was full of people cheering on the Cougars with a few outliers. It was fun to see a bit of local rivalry in full swing and a really fun atmosphere to boot. The Cougars ended up winning this year which went down a treat both here and back at the house.

* They’ve shamefully moved this fixture so that it no longer falls over Thanksgiving! It’s sad to see that tradition lost! I’m sure for the Washington natives it’s an important clash at any time of year but as an outsider, it was a special part of the Thanksgiving festivities. Who really cares about the “Apple Cup” in September?

Sadly come the end of the weekend the holiday fun was beginning to wind down and people were making their way back out of town and heading home. We had a last breakfast together on Sunday but then people were on their way.

Originally the plan was for me to do likewise but I just wasn’t ready to go and ended up extending my trip a little longer.

Thanksgiving week just always goes so quickly. Particularly with Haleigh working on this occasion too. It felt like we’d barely had more than five minutes together, *cough* not helped by wine-drunk Jason *cough*, and then my trip was over. As fun as the week is, I wanted longer in Washington and fortunately could make it work for a few more days.

So rather then leaving, I stayed. Haleigh still had to work unfortunately but it gave us a bit more time together and myself a bit more time to have some fun in Walla Walla. Another Monday to myself gave me the opportunity to visit another winery.

“Oh no Jason, didn’t you learn your lesson?”

Don’t worry, I did! I grabbed some breakfast and then figured I’d check out one final winery, just the one this time though! See! I did learn my lesson!

This time I opted for the Mark Ryan winery right on Main St which had stood out previously. I’m sure in the summertime this is a lovely winery to visit as it has a little outside seating which would be perfect for people-watching but at the end of November, not so much. It still is a lovely Winery though. This week’s host was friendly and despite again being the only person wine-tasting, I’d still recommend this as one to visit. Although it’s worth reminding you that my wine-knowledge is non-existent so my winery recommendations are on nothing but vibes alone!

Keen to avoid wine-drunk Jason making a reappearance, I did stop at just the one winery. With 120-odd to visit, I hadn’t seen many but I’d seen enough for this trip and done my share of the “market research” – the remaining wineries would be down to the family to visit when they come to Washington!

I spent the rest of my day mooching around town, grabbing some lunch and having a little wander. The perk to staying a little longer was the Christmas decorations were starting to make an appearance and Walla Walla was starting to look quite Christmas-y. Myself and Haleigh rounded off the day by grabbing dinner at ‘Hop Thief’ across town (technically in neighbouring College Place) where you can pour your own beers so that was a fun outing!

The next day was pretty chilled, relaxing around the house before a busier Wednesday. Beyond the wineries, there are probably two main attractions in Walla Walla. The Whitman Mission, which Haleigh had taken us to on my first visit, and then ‘Fort Walla Walla’. which is an old military fort which was my main stop for today.

Walla Walla, Washington

It depends where you’re staying but ideally you’re probably going to want a car to visit both of these attractions – definitely for the Whitman Mission but I figured Fort Walla Walla was probably reachable on foot. One of the nice things about Walla Walla is that it is mostly flat.

I made some stops along the way. One of the busier roads in the city has a few fun little things on the side of the road that I’d passed in the car many times but I figured this was a good opportunity to see some of them up close. I then stopped for lunch at a bar on the outskirts of Walla Walla before venturing over to Fort Walla Walla.

It’s an interesting place with varying exhibits, some temporary and some permanent. I was mostly interested in seeing the permanent exhibits and outbuildings that tell you more about the history of the place.

Given the overwhelming number of wineries in the area I did somewhat chuckle at the jail for the drunks. The irony wasn’t lost on me either that it was donated by a fellow ‘Reid’. A donation for our drunken sins perhaps.

Anyway, it was a fun visit and I’m hopeful I’ll get back there soon as I think they currently have a World War exhibit going on which sounds interesting.

Nothing notable happened with the rest of my day, nor the rest of my time in Walla Walla really. Myself and Haleigh tried to make the most of our time together as this’d likely be the last we’d see eachother before the big ol’ wedding trip in a few months.

One of the fun things we did do with our final couple of days was check out some of the Christmas decorations around town.

Unsurprisingly, American homes go all out in terms of decorations and some even go as far as putting on a full lights show accompanied by music. Christmas rave anyone?

Sadly on Saturday morning we said our goodbyes and I caught the early 5am flight out of Walla Walla. There is a later flight out of Walla Walla so there are pros and cons to catching the early flight. The con is obvious, it’s a bloody 5am flight. Who wants to be up that early in the day? On the flipside, it means a longer layover in Seattle.

I knew I’d arrive in to Seattle a little after 6am and I wasn’t flying out of Seattle until a little after 6pm which meant I had almost half a day to go and have some fun in the city. Alaska Airlines pushed my baggage straight through to London so I didn’t have to worry about it in Seattle which was all the more reason to head in to Seattle and explore for a few hours.

The one thing I really noticed on this flying visit was the difference between “after dark” and “before light”. I’d been to Seattle before and spent time in the city after dark on previous trips and it doesn’t feel like an unsafe city. I appreciate that some of that is circumstantial and my experience is going to be different to others but I have few qualms walking around any big city late at night. I’ve rarely found myself in a situation where I’m uncomfortable.

However before light is another city entirely. The links from the airport in to the city are pretty quick so given it was early December, it was still pretty dark by the time I’d arrived downtown and let’s just say that the city has a little more character at that time of the morning. I think it’s the first and maybe only time I’ve been in Seattle and it’s felt a little sketchy to me and I was sure to be a little more aware of my surroundings.

I went and found myself a place to grab breakfast, I’d heard good things about Seattle’s five point cafe – a nice little diner in a good location downtown. At the time, the Covid restrictions were a little stricter in Seattle than the rest of the state so this was a hangout spot for the vaccinated only and I did see a few grumble in the short time I was there. It’s a cool place to start the day though and I enjoyed my pancakes and tea!

I hadn’t committed to any particular plans but after breakfast I wanted to go and do something fun. Despite its reputation for bad weather, I’ve often said Seattle’s reputation is unjust. Whilst I’ve visited Washington many times, I haven’t spent huge amounts of time in Seattle itself but it is invariably always sunny when I do. I’ve convinced myself that the Seattle weather is a myth!

Alas, this was one of the rare occasions that the weather gods have let me down and it was a bit grey and dreary with a little light rain. I figured today would be a good day to visit one of its indoor attractions. Unbeknownst to me, most of them don’t open until 10am! What’s that about!? Like, wake up Seattle!

Ordinarily it wouldn’t be a problem, I don’t typically make it habit to be out and about at the crack of dawn but it’s a tad inconvenient when you are and nowhere is open. I’d been to Seattle’s MoPop museum before and didn’t really fancy visiting the Space Needle on a cloudy day so opted to visit the famous Chihuly Gardens and Glass museum which also opened at 10am. I loosely wandered a little but mostly spent the time awkwardly loitering and waiting for the doors to open.

View of the Space Needle from the Chihuly Garden and Glass Museum

For what it’s worth, it was a good decision. I hadn’t visited before but I think this is another must do in Seattle. Chihuly is a little more famous in this part of the world but has exhibited his work globally and it’s easy to see why. I thought it was a fascinating museum and one I’d probably return to.

I could have probably spent longer there but I was a little conscious of time and wanted to grab some lunch somewhere before making my way to the airport. All in all, it had been another lovely trip to Washington that went far too quickly as it always does. It was time to go home. The next time I’d be visiting Washington, I’d be getting married. More on that soon.

Until next time!

Jason

Farewell Moses Lake

Hello dear readers! I hope all is well! I’m that far behind on my blogging that this post was actually drafted years ago but my blogging disappearance means it never got finished, nor posted.

The inspiration for this post was partially a realisation that I am never going back to Moses Lake! Last time out on the blog I talked about my trip to Ireland in 2021 and it was unfortunately a bit of an underwhelming trip. I just hadn’t loved Ireland and writing about it was a bit of a slog.

One of the things I ended saying in that series is that I couldn’t really see myself returning to Cork. I hadn’t loved Dublin but I think it’s more likely of the two that I will return there someday but Cork? I just can’t see it. I’d need a really good reason to return because I think I’ll be content having only visited once.

You have those destinations. Some places you absolutely see yourself returning to and even if you don’t, you have that feeling that you will at some point. Budapest is a great example, I said 11 years ago that Budapest is a city I’ll definitely go back to and it hasn’t happened yet. My parents have since fallen in love with the city and have talked about going back for a third time and as much as I joke with them about it, I get it. It’s a magical city.

On the flipside you have other destinations you don’t really see yourself returning to, like Cork, where fate might actually decide otherwise. I didn’t really see myself returning to Köln on my first visit either but have actually visited as many as four times now! I’m not opposed to returning either, more time in Köln helped me find a fondness for it.

Moses Lake though? I am not going back and that definiteness just leaves me feeling a little bit sad. It’s one thing to not know but knowing feels different. Why would I ever return? There’s no reasonable or even unreasonable explanation that will see me go back there.

Moses Lake, Washington

Long term readers will know a little of my Moses Lake history but anyone wanting a recap, start here maybe?

To summarise: my wife is from Washington State and spent many years living in little ol’ Moses Lake. For that reason my visits to Moses Lake have been many and also memorable. I have a lot of fond memories of that little town in Washington. It felt like a bit of a second home in many ways.

However, Haleigh is not a Moses Lake native. She grew up living in Walla Walla, which I’ll write about in my next post, and went to college in Ellensburg. She has family and friends dotted all over the Pacific Northwest but Moses Lake is not such a place.

I personally have nothing tying me to the city anymore. Calling it a city is generous even, it’s tiny and has very little there to justify returning. It’s just another small town in America of which there are many. Realistically it’s not on the way to somewhere that would give us a reason to stop off there. Anywhere we’re likely to visit in Washington would mean taking an unnecessary detour to Moses Lake to pass through it and for what?

To add a little more context, my last visit to Moses Lake was my longest yet! In early 2020 I’d made the decision to go and spend some significant time living with Haleigh and I felt myself starting to plant seeds in Moses Lake and then I had the most abrupt of Covid departures which meant I didn’t even really get a proper goodbye to Moses Lake. Not that I knew at that moment in time that it’d be my last visit but the US border remained closed for so long that by the time I was able to return, Haleigh had moved back home to Walla Walla.

I think the lack of a “goodbye” to Moses Lake is bittersweet so this post is my own little way of doing that. That chapter is closed but a little piece of my heart remains in Moses Lake (“dude, you should probably go back for that!”).

So farewell Moses Lake!

Farewell to cute dates at Rock-Top, Michael’s On The Lake and Porterhouse Steakhouse. All three restaurants were favourites for different reasons and I’ve got good memories of them all, including a freezing first date at Rock Top.

Top travel tip: if you’re the only outside diners in peak dinner hours then it’s probably too cold to be dining outside! Curse those deceptively blue September skies!

Mason’s Place, Moses Lake

Farewell to Mason’s Place coffee shop. Many an afternoon were spent here with a book, drinking tea and Heather and the team always made me feel so welcome. On that final trip I’d even unlocked “regular” status and earned myself a loyalty / rewards card to stamp each visit – typical that it happened during Covid and I didn’t get to reap the benefits of such rewards but I’ll always associate Moses Lake with Mason’s Place. In a state famed for Starbucks, this was always my go-to spot.

Midway Pub, Moses Lake

Farewell to Midway Pub – another favourite of mine due to its hospitality. My first and second visits were six months apart but I was remembered nonetheless. A nice perk of being an outsider in a small town. My final visit they wanted to ensure they had a beer on tap that I’d enjoy as they phased out my “usual”. I think the ownership has since changed but this was another place that I unlocked “regular” status and was treated so well on every visit.

Farewell to Moses Lake’s charming museum. Free to visit, I’d often swing by and check out the newest exhibition on display. Being a small-town museum, it was usually quiet which was an added bonus as a visitor but definitely worth a quick visit should you find yourselves in Moses Lake!

Farewell to Moses Lake’s small Japanese gardens! I was bitterly disappointed to discover these only open seasonally. It’d be nice if it was open year round but my sole visit was nice enough and is one of the few “attractions” in the city.

Farewell to the Basalt Collective and Squirrel Fight Artisan Brewing. A literal farewell. These were both discoveries on my last visit to Moses Lake but unfortunately neither appear to have survived and both are now closed. Nonetheless, I have fond memories of both and the people I met along the way.

Ten Pin Brewing, Moses Lake

Farewell to the bowling alley and Ten Pin Brewing Company. Bowling and good beer on site? Sign me up! I loved the pin-shaped pint glasses and we had a few fun games of bowling here too!

Farewell to Brews and Tunes! This was a solo outing but in February 2020, Moses Lake hosted its inaugural Brews and Tunes festival and I was just in awe. This was the absolute best of small-town community coming together and I left Moses Lake truly inspired. I’m still in disbelief that festival worked but it did and it really made me appreciate Peterborough more too.

It wasn’t just me either. I keep tabs on a few Moses Lake bits and pieces and discovered a new brewery has since opened downtown that I would love to have visited but the fascinating thing for me is they mentioned that inaugural Brews and Tunes as the inspiration for setting up shop in Moses Lake. How cool is that!? Anyway..

Farewell to downtown Moses Lake. It’s a small downtown area but it has its charm. With little art sculptures and murals dotted around among its local businesses, it’s a place that I’ve enjoyed many a day exploring.

Farewell to Moses Lake. The lake itself. I recall having a lakeside wander on my first visit on a nice summer’s afternoon contemplaying how lovely it’d be to hop right in. I later discovered the lake is toxic so it’s probably best that I didn’t but it’s pretty nonetheless.

Farewell to Solara Apartments. It was never a permanent home for me but a second home for sure and where myself and Haleigh had our first real taste of living together. I had good times in Moses Lake but many of them were spent here – I even proposed in that little apartment!

Farewell Moses Lake! My London roots will always make me feel at home in big cities but I still think about you a lot. Thank you for the good times!

Anyway, hopefully you found this post fun! I can’t see any scenario in which I return to Moses Lake but I still keep watch from afar. I’ve seen some favourites close but other businesses open which suggest Moses Lake continues to thrive.

Brews and Tunes has become an annual festival, more breweries have opened, Crumbl Cookies have arrived in Moses Lake and the city even has its first Indian restaurant! It’s bittersweet knowing I’m unlikely to ever visit some of these places but I still have a lot of love for Moses Lake.

Farewell old friend!

Until next time!

Jason

Cork – September 2021

Hello dear readers! It has been a little while since I wrote anything about an actual trip but some of you might remember a while back I kicked off the first part of my Ireland trip in 2021. You can give that a read here but having navigated a few days in the capital, I was off to explore a new city – Cork!

In truth I hadn’t fully intended to end up in Cork. The basis of this trip was a long overdue visit to Dublin but I had the best part of six days to enjoy and figured I could do a few nights in Dublin and a couple elsewhere. I pondered a few options before deciding I probably wanted this trip to be split between Dublin and Galway.

Alas Galway was super expensive, Cork was less expensive and with a wedding on the way the bank balance won this fight. Visiting Galway would have to be an adventure for another day in the future.

Having confirmed my plans for this trip, I then flew out to Dublin which I found pretty underwhelming. Before even getting to Cork I was kind of ready to go home and given I was flying home from Dublin I did consider whether I could even be bothered heading South only to return to Dublin a couple of days later. However changing my plans at the last minute proved to be too costly so in the end I rather reluctantly hopped on a train to Cork – out of convenience and acceptance as much as anything else.

From what I remember the train journey was quite pleasant. Ireland’s a pretty country, very green and it was easy to admire the views along the way. Although I didn’t seem to get any train photos which is quite unusual for me when traveling by train so I guess I was less enthused about it at the time. I do however remember being tickled at passing by Tipperary and getting a screenshot to mark our presence on Google Maps – we were seemingly not a long way from Tipperary at all!

Eventually I arrived in Cork which is a surprisingly hilly city – hillier than I’d anticipated anyway. I was staying in the Northern part of town, the hillier side, which meant any time I wanted to venture in to town it would require some downhill/uphill back and forth but the hotel itself was a nice enough location in a quiet neighbourhood. I thought the view from my room was nice too.View of Cork from hotel room

Having procrastinated leaving Dublin for most of the day I didn’t get to Cork until early evening. I pondered some dinner options and decided to visit the Fransiscan Well Brewpub which I’d thoroughly recommend. There was a nice beer garden with some food options and some delicious beer – a great place to kick off a Friday night in Cork.

I hung around for a couple of beers and some pizza but it was a mostly quiet Friday night for me. The brewpub was a great location and had a fun atmosphere but I wasn’t really in the mood for solo drinking so had a little wander and then tucked myself in for an early night – ready to explore Cork properly the next day.

I say explore loosely. There wasn’t anything I really wanted to do in Cork. Whilst my enthusiasm for Dublin was rather lacking, I at least ticked off a few attractions to make my time in Dublin somewhat memorable. There are also things that I missed in Dublin that I could happily do if I ever went back, I had a long list of things to do in Dublin.

In contrast Cork had nothing that really piqued my interest – it’s quite a small city and one of the main things people visit the area for is to see and kiss the Blarney Stone. However my understanding is the only way to really see it is held upside down off a ledge and I wasn’t all that bothered about seeing it. Had it been in central Cork I probably would have taken a look but I didn’t really care to see the stone and certainly not enough to travel a few miles out of town only to be suspended off a ledge upside down. Although given the times and the number of people it shares kisses with, I can only imagine the stone was masked up anyway!

Jokes aside, my plans for Cork were non-existent. I intended to wander a little but the biggest appeal was the change in scenery. New streets to walk, new restaurants to eat at, new pubs to frequent and hopefully some live music somewhere along the way for the real Irish experience.

Naturally I kicked off Saturday with an aimless wander in to town for a first proper glimpse of Cork. The River Lee splits the city and I’d say Cork is perhaps a little prettier on the eye than Dublin. My first notable stop of the day was the “famous” English market which I’d heard good things about and is certainly worth a visit if you’re ever in Cork.

The thing that surprised me the most was that it was bustling with activity – aided by being a Saturday no doubt but I could only really look on with a little envy. Comparing to back home in Peterborough who’ve neglected and demolished its city-centre market it was hard to fathom how a smaller city in Cork had one that was the envy of many a city and town in England and maybe many in Europe too.

In the upper section of the market is a small cafe selling snacks and refreshments so I found myself a rare vacant seat, ordered myself a sausage roll, some tea (naturally) and enjoyed watching various shoppers below me come and go. It’s a genuine delight in the heart of Cork and a space its locals are fortunate to have.

From there my time in Cork was largely uneventful. It’s somewhat ironic but I’d intended to visit Dublin in 2019 and then in the interests of my mental health as much as anything, I bailed at the last minute. Two years later I’d at least made it to Ireland but truthfully, my heart wasn’t really in this trip either. I tried to make the best of the time away but the English Market was the only noteworthy thing I did whilst in Cork.

The major difference between Dublin and Cork is that I’d come here with no expectations. Cork had nothing to live up to so the fact I did nothing noteworthy didn’t really matter in the end. I found myself a pub in the city centre with hopes of watching Tottenham’s lunchtime game. Alas the pub had neglected to maintain its sports subscription so its claim to being the “pub to watch Spurs” was somewhat misleading. I did meet a friendly Spurs-supporting barman but we had to settle for discovering Tottenham’s misfortunes via internet updates on our phones.

With no food menu and no football to watch (which was probably a blessing on the day) I moved onwards. Cork’s city centre is largely made up of a shopping district with pubs and restaurants scattered among it. I grabbed lunch somewhere but the rest of my day was then rather uneventful. I squeezed in a short nap back at my hotel before heading back out for dinner and some night-time entertainment.

After dinner I went and found myself a bar with some live music on which was probably best described as ambient. It’s worth nothing that Ireland were still trialing coming out of lockdown and this was perhaps best reflected in this moment.

Dublin was no different but was still attracting tourists that made it feel a little more lively after dark. Despite being a Saturday night, the entertainment (here at least) felt a little more off. It just didn’t feel right, forced perhaps. I enjoyed a couple of drinks nonetheless, I think Covid forced you to make the best of things but this really wasn’t Cork in all its glory. I called it a night and headed back to my hotel for the evening – also somewhat lifeless so went straight up to the room.

I had a nice lay in the next morning, helped by having nowhere to be. Had there been anything worthwhile doing with my time in Cork I might have wandered back in to town but the downhill / uphill shenanigans swayed me from bothering. With a quick look of the train times I stopped off at a pub on route to the station – my first of the trip to fail the Covid requirements infact,

I’d become quite accustomed to the “Covid Pass – Mask – Table – Repeat”  routine but not here.. I think they were just happy to have any custom to be honest and forewent the need to follow the rules and didn’t seem to care if I’d been vaccinated or not. I only stuck around for one anyway and then it was back to the train station and Northbound to Dublin.

I didn’t get in to Dublin until late afternoon so there wasn’t time to do much other than grab my last bit of Irish pub-grub before finding somewhere with some live music. I checked in on a couple of different pubs, including a favourite from earlier in the trip. I hadn’t loved Dublin but I’m glad that I had one last adventure in its Temple Bar district before heading home.

Rather than stay in central Dublin, for my final night I opted to stay in a hotel near the airport.. I enjoyed a couple of drinks around Temple Bar before accepting my time in Dublin had come to a close. I hopped in a taxi towards my hotel with a happy Irish chap who talked my ear off for the entire journey. I’m glad to have met him and have that be my lasting memory of my time in Ireland. It was a nice way to end the trip before flying home the next morning.

View overlooking the river in York with colourful buildings on either side of the river

Looking back I still don’t really know how I feel about Ireland. To some extent it ticked boxes – I was supposed to be getting married in Washington, Ireland was therefore the perfect destination to drown my sorrows and feel a bit sorry for myself.

On the other hand I don’t know that bad circumstances are enough of an excuse for this trip. Despite suggesting I was only there to drown my sorrows, I genuinely went to Ireland with the best intentions. I wanted to enjoy my first visit to the country. The fact that I didn’t leaves a sour taste and no, that wasn’t the alcohol!

It’s hard to judge Ireland knowing that my head wasn’t in the best space, Covid restrictions also played a part in my experience there but I ask myself if I’d go back and my gut feeling says I wouldn’t be bothered either way. I just didn’t warm to Ireland as I’d hoped or even anticipated that I would.

All that said, despite my lack of enthusiasm for this trip I did still do some fun things. I came home with some fond memories and it wasn’t all bad but compared to some really memorable trips, this was a relatively forgettable one.

Sometimes that’s how it goes. There have been other destinations that have taken me more than one visit to warm to and maybe that’ll be the case for Ireland too. Maybe it’ll be third time lucky but I don’t look back on this trip with any real fondness and truthfully it was a bit of a slog to write about.

It’s easy writing about the fun trips but I think as travelers, bloggers, content-creators, influencers or whatever you want to call yourselves it’s also good to share the trips that also weren’t particularly special.

I’m always conscious to remind myself how fortunate I am and acknowledge that not everyone has the luxury of being disappointed in a destination but at the same time, not every trip is a winner and that’s definitely where this one falls. Nothing disastrous happened, there wasn’t anything that spoiled the trip but I also didn’t love it.

I still wouldn’t discourage anyone from visiting. Ireland still has a lot to offer and I hope it’ll win me over the next time I visit but for now, that’s a wrap!

Until next time!

Jason

Back to blogging!

Hello my dear readers! Look at that, another blog post! Can you believe it!? Perhaps it’s even more shocking that this’ll be a pretty short post compared to my usual standards!

Anyway, I hope your 2025 is off to a decent start and that many good things come your way this year. Of course the best of those things is the realisation that I might actually blog with some frequency this year!

I said in my last post that firstly, it’s incredible that I used to blog weekly! It was a habit and somewhere along the way that habit just stopped. It’s not even necessarily about the time, it’s about wanting to make the time and I just didn’t have that writing mojo behind me.

The other thing I said in my last post is that I was much less present online in 2024. It wasn’t just a WordPress thing but just generally, I didn’t really have much of an online presence anywhere on the same scale that I have in previous years. I’ve been perpetually online for the best part of 25 years but I just find this internet age loathsome.

This has been a lingering feeling of mine for a while and I’ve only recently discovered there’s somewhat of a conspiracy theory dedicated to it known as the “dead internet theory” which partially explains it. I’m not some conspiracy theorist but I’d argue in this case it’s not even a theory, it’s undeniable that the internet has lost that bit of magic about it. That human connection that much of the internet seems to lack now.

The counter-argument might be that I’m just becoming some grumpy, old man. That might be fair but my wings have spread across many a corner of the internet over the years and there’s just a real lack of authenticity and realness to this internet age.

I’ve met some incredible people online over the years but 99% of the internet now is just an advert, advert, bot, bot, spam, advert, actual human spewing hate, bot, bot, advert. Occasionally an actual human being filters through and it’s usually only communication served in self-interest.

“Sign up to my pyramid scheme.”
“I love your blog so much, your painfully average photos are so amazing! Can you subscribe to mine and we’ll never speak again?”

Where are the real people in this internet era? Is it a decreasing minority? I think the greatest thing about the internet is the ability to connect with someone anywhere in the world and it’s something that with more internet users than ever, has somehow become a bigger struggle to find.

Maybe I am just getting old and grumpy but I seem to spend half my time online not even looking at content I want to be looking at before giving up and doing something better with my time. Ultimately it is what it is and I don’t see that changing with the rise of AI and that’s even transcending into blog-writing and content-creating but for me, there’s no substitution for that genuine human connection.

SydneyFriend

That’s partially a topic for a blog-post on another day but I think somewhere along the way it has been lost that what makes the internet an incredible place is people and what AI will never be able to substitute is that people are imperfect.

Anyway.. this was just kind of a long-winded way of saying that my hopeful solution to my current disdain for the internet is that maybe WordPress is where I should be spending more of my time online.

I was feeling this way already and I’d actually written a large chunk of this post beforehand but the response to my previous blog-post kind of reaffirmed that there is a community here on WordPress and it’s one that I’ve missed. I have much less control on other platforms but here I can write what I like and filter out the spam or mundane interactions that don’t bring me any joy.

Time will tell but hopefully the best of the internet can still be found in this little corner of the web.

Thanks for following, until next time!

Jason

P.S – pictured is me and your modern day, faceless AI travel-blogger (Sydney, February 2013)

2024 travel roundup

Hello my dear followers! How are things? I think this is the part where I make my excuses for how little I’ve posted in 2024 and vow that 2025 will be much better but is that actually likely? I suppose we shall see.
It’s strange to think that once upon a time I used to post here on a weekly basis, how did that ever happen!?

but maybe 2025 will be better?

In all honesty, 2024 was quite a strange year. Those of you on other social media platforms (“there are others beyond WordPress Jason!?”) will have seen me talk about this at the beginning of the year but life has kind of stood still for most of the year.

We decided back around March time that things weren’t working in England and that Haleigh would move back to the States permanently, which happened in the summer, and now we get to go through all the fun of the immigration process again to get me over to the US permanently.

I don’t envy the process on anyone and we’ve found ourselves doing it in both directions. It’s frustrating, it’s time-consuming and it’s expensive. To the American’s credit, it seems much cheaper going in that direction but the process seems like it’ll probably take longer to get me over there.

I’ll touch on the epiphany moment of making the decision later in the post but we made the decision much earlier in the year and I think because I’m naturally an optimistic and positive person, mentally I’d kind of placed myself in my new life across the pond. My genuine feelings were those of excitement.

The problem with placing yourself somewhere mentally is that in actuality, nothing has changed almost nine months later. I’m conscious people have it much worse and we have no real cause for complaint but life does feel like it’s a bit on pause at the moment. We’re sitting waiting for a stranger to make a decision on our case – “is this person going to be a good ex-Pat or a bad immigrant?” – fine line, isn’t it?

In the meantime I’m living a day-to-day that feels a bit arbitrary and the knock-on effect is that 2024 has been fine at best. It’s a struggle making longer-term plans when they lay elsewhere but you don’t know when that’ll be.

Anyway, getting back on track with the topic of this post. I figured I’d make my overdue blog return to stick with a yearly tradition of an annual roundup of all things travel. Despite a “doom and gloom” feel to this post so far, looking back at my 2023 travel roundup I’d like to think that we did much of what I’d expected and hoped that we would do this year.

We can always hope for more travel and more adventure but during 2024 we managed to see a little more of the UK, visit somewhere that neither myself or Haleigh had been to and naturally we also returned to Washington – one of us with a one way ticket but I’ll get to that shortly!

Here’s a little glimpse at 2024!

February – York
With both of us working the Monday-Friday life, it felt nice to take a Friday to have a long weekend somewhere. We considered a few different options, some more budget-friendly than others and we eventually agreed upon going up to York for a long weekend.

In theory this was a great idea, York is an incredible city and one that everyone should visit at some point. I was keen to show it off to Haleigh but truthfully our timing wasn’t the greatest!

Firstly it fell around that time of the year that kids had a week’s holiday here in the UK. I’m sure I appreciated it plenty during my educational years but do we really need to let the little rascals have so much time off throughout the year? To further exacerbate our woes, I’d neglected to realise at the time that our little weekend away in York actually overlapped with the annual Vikings festival in good ol’ Jorvik.

You could make a case for that being excellent timing or terrible timing I suppose. On the one hand you could make a case that a Vikings festival is the best time to visit York – the city was inundated with Vikings and entertainment throughout the weekend but simultaneously it was horrendously busy everywhere we went so also a pretty crazy time to be in York.

Despite the crowds and the typical English weather, we made the best of our time in York. It’s still a phenomenal city and the likes of the York Minster and York’s Castle Museum are worth a visit at any time of year. However it’d be lovely to go back and explore more peacefully when the likes of the Shambles aren’t.. well, a shambles!

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We also had the misfortune of the weather. One of the things I’d hoped we could do was take a river cruise along the River Ouse but with the torrential downpour, all fucking year, the city was flooded and consequently we had to settle for a city bus tour instead.

However it was still nice to get away and show off one of England’s finest cities to Haleigh on her furthest trip North in the World!

The Algarve – Portugal
It’s not that bad” is how I’d often find myself describing the weather here in England. I think it’s vastly exaggerated how bad the weather is in England, much in the same way people speak about Seattle and yet every time I go to Washington I arrive to find blue skies and beautiful sunsets. Where’s this mythical Seattle weather people speak of?

I leap to England’s defence, I promise people it’s not that bad and how is my patriotism rewarded? With endless rain. I think we had about 500 days of rain last year!

“erm Jason, I don’t think a year has that many days?”

Well, I stand by it. The weather this past year has been bloody miserable. You hear extreme headlines of there being “too many people in boats” and yet it’s not the pesky immigrants they’re writing about, it’s your every-day commuter that have abandoned their cars and started rowing to work because of how much rain we’ve had in the last couple of years.

“Who’s exaggerating now?”

Look, it’s not just me saying it. Here’s an article suggesting it was the wettest 18 month period since records began or this article suggesting England was preparing for its wettest summer in 100 years or how we suffered the wettest September for a century. The facts back it up! It has rained and rained and rained and rained and.. you get the point.

Rained!

For a multitude of reasons, we went in to 2024 wanting a holiday. A proper holiday at that. A long distance relationship has meant a lot of our annual leave has been taken up by Transatlantic adventures to visit the other or family or whatever. We squeezed some small, local trips in to 2023 but one of my hopes for 2024 was to visit somewhere that wasn’t Washington State. I love it but I was desperate to just go anywhere else.

Haleigh herself was in much need of a break and we decided we’d chase the Winter sunshine and get away for a full week of sunshine (“what’s that!?”) and relaxation.

Algarve 2

We pondered a few options. Well, actually, I mostly narrowed down the options as my knowledge of European getaways was naturally a little more extensive than Haleigh’s. There was a temptation to look further flung than Europe but with just a week’s holiday I think Europe made sense.

It’s surprising how many coastal destinations aren’t necessarily good beach destinations. We eventually whittled down our options to a few select destinations but the Algarve looked increasingly more appealing plus friendly to the budget.

Haleigh had never been to Portugal before. I’d been to Lisbon ten years prior and loved my first impressions of Portugal but I was excited to visit a part of the country that I’d never visited either.

I’ll blog about it in more detail at a later date but we picked really well. The Algarve is beautiful, the beaches are out of this world and we had the perfect week of relaxation! I’d thoroughly recommend it and this was sadly, probably one of the happiest weeks Haleigh had living in England.

Yeah, not an encouraging sign given we were in Portugal!

Algarve 1

Norwich – Easter weekend
With other plans for later in the year, we decided we’d celebrate an early anniversary by taking a trip over the Easter weekend rather than using up annual leave for a midweek anniversary.

Norwich is another nice English city to spend some time in and weather-permitting we might have even squeezed in a trip to the coast for a day. It might not quite be the Algarve but the Norfolk coast is alright, isn’t it?

Alas, Haleigh got sick in the run up to our weekend away and we sadly ended up staying at home. In some ways this epitomised Haleigh’s time in England and felt much like the beginning of the end as far as English life was concerned.

Cromer
Cromer beach, Norfolk

London – May
However firstly, Haleigh had family from Utah coming to visit. Well, truthfully they were taking a cruise that mostly toured other places nearby but they set aside a few days to see us in England too.

Trip-planning for this probably wasn’t as smooth as we’d have liked and there were a few different things to consider which kind of left things more last minute than we’d have liked. Haleigh’s family based themselves in London and one such consideration was whether rather than fork out on expensive London accommodation, we actually travel back-and-forth between London and Peterborough each day.

However we didn’t really want all that faff so committed to spending a full week down in good ol’ London!

Again, this might be a trip I blog about in more detail but if you set aside the cost it’s a phenomenal place to spend a week isn’t it? I was born in London, it’ll always be home to me to some degree and I’m completely biased when it comes to judging London objectively but there’s nowhere like it.

I compared New York City to London in an older blog post and whilst NYC rivals it, I joked in that post that the one thing that gives London the edge is that NYC isn’t London – a completely fair ruling!

It was great to be able to show off “my city” but it was also great to just have some significant time there. The one downside to living so close to London still is that it rarely ever needs more than a daytrip to visit. I can go to the football or the theatre or go to see family or whatever and still be tucked up in my own bed the same night so why pay for accommodation usually? I can catch a late train home and be cosy in my own home.

This was a trip that really allowed us the luxury of enjoying London in all its glory – something we hadn’t really done since Haleigh’s first trip to England.

I didn’t see much point in basing ourselves on the outskirts of London, if we were going to spend a week in the capital I didn’t then want to be spending an age commuting in and out of the city. So we plumped for accommodation in central London – the Paddington area to be precise which proved to be a good base for our time in London.

From there the possibilities were endless. You’ll never run out of things to do in London but a week is also a long time to actually really enjoy it. We experienced a few different things over the course of a week that I’ll write about at a later date but the most important thing was my extended family had enjoyed their time in England.

London

Whitby – June
We had one final adventure left before Haleigh said farewell to England. Myself, Haleigh, my parents, sister and brother-in-law had made plans for a weekend up in Whitby in Yorkshire! It’s not somewhere Haleigh had been before and additionally wasn’t somewhere I’d been before either so we were looking forward to a nice summer weekend up in Whitby.

Naturally, summertime in England doesn’t really count for anything. You’re just aswell booking in December or January and hoping for blue skies. We’d got quite lucky in London for the week but it was mostly grey and overcast skies up in Yorkshire!

Nevertheless we still made the best of it and it wasn’t too bad (“you keep saying that!”) weather wise. Truthfully dreary days by the coast are the best times to visit, for some reason they appear to be much more popular on sunnier and warmer days?

Anyway, Whitby’s lovely. We made time to visit the Abbey whilst we were up there, brushed up on our knowledge of Dracula and Bram Stoker and also took a rather anti-climatic boat ride out to nowhere but it was a nice weekend away with the family and a good opportunity to spend some time together whilst all six of us remain in the country and perhaps it’ll be the last time we’ll do such a trip.

Whitby

Washington State – August
There was a touch of irony and coincidence in the timing of this trip but we moved “the immigrant” back home on the 1st of August. In the very same week the UK were hosting country-wide anti-immigration demonstrations and just generally losing their damn minds. Riots and lootings and just general destruction spreading across the country from the *checks notes* patriots.. ?
Nothing says “I love my country” more than wreaking havoc on your own doorstep!

It’s such a weird mind-fuck having Haleigh’s family asking her what it was about England she didn’t like and simultaneously sitting there myself thinking I’ve never been more ashamed of my country. England is a lovely country but it’s harder making that argument when the growing number of Reform racists are running riot.

I wrote a satirical blog post over a year ago joking that myself and Haleigh would be crossing the Atlantic on a dinghy and somehow both countries hatred of immigrants and foreigners seems worse now than it was when I wrote that post.

Anyway, I’d done my civic duty and helped remove one immigrant from the country for good. My reward for such patriotism was getting to spend some time in Washington State. You might potentially call it a holiday of sorts.

Seattle

It was nice to be back in Washington temporarily. We didn’t do anything particularly exciting but 2024 saw the return of the annual family BBQ and it was nice to see so many of Haleigh’s family again. We did some of the more mundane “moving home” kind of things that needed doing now Haleigh was back but overall it was a nice time away and I even got a glimpse of what a summer looks like in places other than rainy, little England.

Unfortunately only one of us were making the trip back to England as Haleigh began to re-settle back in Washington and we began the arduous immigration process all over again.

One day we’ll eventually be in the same place at the same time but alas that chapter isn’t written yet!

Washington – November
Now this was obvious, wasn’t it? Thanksgiving number five! With the exception of 2020 for obvious reasons, I’ve managed to make it to Washington for Thanksgiving every year since my first in 2019!

An extra holiday is an absolute perk to marrying an American. Obviously it shouldn’t be the sole reason you marry someone but it doesn’t hurt to have extra perks. I always love returning to my second home for Thanksgiving each year.

Unfortunately my annual leave seemed to disappear quite quickly this year and looking back it’s hard to see where it went exactly but this was the hand I had been dealt, I could only return to Washington for a week. Nowhere near long enough but it is what it is.

Seatac Airport

Weirdly, having applied for a spousal visa at this point I’d anticipated a much more interrogative arrival in Seattle for this trip but no.. Naturally I’d given myself plenty of time in the layover I had and it was one of the quickest ever arrivals I’ve had Stateside.

“Why are you here?”
“I’m spending Thanksgiving with my wife and her family.”
“Where’s your wife?”
“She lives here?”
“Where do you live?”
“In England”
“Why…?”

I don’t know mate, for shits and giggles. What do you mean why?

Seriously, there was just something in the tone of his question that was almost comical. “You’re apart? I mean that makes no sense dude. You should just be together!”

If only it were that simple! Who do I speak to to make this guy the head of immigration?

Pleased with a suitable answer less sarcastic than those going on in my brain, he waved me on through and I was back in Washington!

As ever, the week went far, far too quickly but it was nice to be back in Washington and of course good to be reunited with Haleigh even if only temporarily. Hopefully Mr Border Patrol officer receives his fully-deserved promotion but until such a time we continue to wait.

Local stuff
That just about sums up the bigger trips of the year. I’d say Portugal was the highlight, it is a really special part of the world and certainly one of the best trips we’ve taken together.

I feel like my online presence was much less in 2024 across all platforms but beyond the above, I’ve still been trying to make the best of the year and living my life in England. There were bigger plans for the year that perhaps didn’t pan out as planned but this was a year where I squeezed in more volunteering. I rediscovered a love of some hobbies and discovered others that really aren’t for me.

All in all, my year wasn’t bad and I know others in the world have much more to worry about but fingers crossed for better things to come in 2025!

Peterborough

So.. 2025 plans?
Look, some of this is visa-dependent. We submitted our application in mid October so we’re almost three months into the process. We’ve been advised it could take anywhere up to two years so it’s impossible to say when it’ll happen for us, we’ll keep hopeful that it’ll happen in 2025 but it’s out of our hands.

One goal is obviously to save some money. Whenever it does happen, I don’t want to be heading to Washington penniless but there’s that fine balance between saving all of my money and dying of boredom in the process.

I don’t want to be financially irresponsible and reckless but whilst we are waiting, I still need to maintain a life here in England.

As far as travel is concerned, I’ll obviously visit Washington at some point this year. Haleigh is hopeful to visit England later in the summer too so we’ll still see eachother albeit not as much as we’d like.

More ambitious travel plans, I’m craving a bit of Winter sunshine again. I need to figure out if there’s wiggle room in the budget to take a holiday but I’m tempted nonetheless. Haleigh doesn’t have the annual leave / PTO to join me but I want a little bit of sunshine. I’d be tempted to return to the Algarve again but if I return without Haleigh, that’ll likely end in divorce so I’ll have to consider other alternatives!

I’m also really, really tempted to get back to Finland. I want to see more of the country and it’s calling my name.

Truthfully though, I have no plans other than visiting Washington at some point but I’ve been to Washington so many times that it isn’t quite scratching that itch and desire to travel and see the world.

I suppose watch this space!

Anyway, I’ll hopefully blog more this year so watch that space too. Until next time!

Jason

Dublin – September 2021

Hello dear readers! Last time out on the blog I spoke about something that I suppose is the antithesis of any travel blogger – the untaken trip! It’s easy writing about trips you’ve taken, enjoyed and want to talk about but last time out I spoke of a planned trip to Dublin which just didn’t happen.

“Hey, remember that time I didn’t go to Dublin..?”

2019 was a busy year and I’d reached somewhat of a breaking point in terms of energy levels and therefore in the interests of my mental health as much as anything I decided that I needed a weekend off to slow down, recuperate and just not do anything. Consequently I made a last-minute, difficult decision to not travel to Ireland in May 2019 – which incidentally would have been my first trip to Ireland.

I stand by the decision. It was the right thing to do and there was no real regret but of course that didn’t stop an inner voice niggling away at me throughout 2020 – “you actually passed up on an opportunity to travel last year? – you idiot!”

There couldn’t have been a bigger contrast between 2019 and then 2020. If 2019 had felt too busy at times, 2020 definitely went to the other extreme in having that itch to be able to do anything. Borders closed, restrictions were imposed all over the globe, the travel industry came to a standstill.

I was fortunate to have squeezed in two overseas trips in to 2020. Admittedly one of those was BC (before Covid) and the other was to a British territory (Gibraltar) so not truly free travel but I was certainly luckier than most to have escaped reality for a little while. I hoped for a better 2021 and of course the big ol’ wedding in Washington come the September.

Wedding12

Alas, 2021 was arguably worse for travel with numerous obstacles to jump through and often ever-changing obstacles so just as you had some inkling that you were okay to go somewhere, a day later someone would make a decision that snatched that opportunity from you. 2021 was arguably the year of last-minute travel – tough luck on those unable to travel-plan at the last second.

Planning a trip at the last minute has its own challenges but is at least manageable. However for an occasion such as a wedding, we couldn’t rely on everything being last minute. I’d booked myself four weeks off of work but as September inched closer and closer, the US border showed no signs of opening.

Americans everywhere were seemingly welcome to travel in and out of their country but us pesky foreigners seemingly posed a greater threat and America stayed closed for business. We eventually reached a point where a decision had to be made – it’s a decision we probably should have made sooner but we eventually made the decision to postpone our wedding until April 2022.

We’d known all along that the US border’s closure may pose a problem for our plans to get married in Washington but I’d still been hopeful we could spend some time somewhere. I pondered if I could maybe go across the border to somewhere like Vancouver or that maybe we could take a little break somewhere together, just to have some time together after months spent apart. Sadly life got in the way and things didn’t pan out for Haleigh to be able to join me. It left me with four weeks off work with nothing to do.

With no big wedding to worry about I decided I probably didn’t need the entirety of that four weeks off work. I decided to cancel one of those weeks with the hopes that if I moved it to November that the US might be open for Thanksgiving (it was – hurrah!).

That change still left me with three weeks off work in September though. If I couldn’t travel to see Haleigh, I still wanted to travel somewhere. I wasn’t sure if I’d go away for the full three weeks but I knew that I didn’t want to be at home moping for the entirety of it.

So where to?

As I said, 2021 was a rubbish year for travel. You couldn’t plan anything and even if you did, there were no guarantees. Infact the only other trip I’d planned so far this year was a long weekend spent in Eastbourne and then the hotel I was staying at cancelled my reservation days before I was due to go – bloody annoying!

There were so many things to consider when planning a trip. Possible hotel cancellations, possible flight cancellations, the risk of Covid, the Covid requirements in a destination, the risk of having to quarantine and on and on and on. The ‘safest’ way to travel was to plan it all last minute and hope for the best.

Looking back it appears that I only booked flights and accommodation for this particular trip a week before going which is a sign of how fairly last minute things were. I’d umm’d and ahh’d for as long as I could before committing to spending six days in Ireland.

Ireland just made a lot of sense. It was close to home, the Covid entry requirements were fairly straight-forward whilst at the same time appreciating that Ireland were still taking Covid seriously. The Covid cases were much lower than England but unlike England, Ireland still had restrictions in place. The biggest reason though was just the desire to visit Ireland – I’d yet to do so and that failed trip in 2019 gave me a little more motivation to finally visit.

Of course I would much rather have been flying to Washington, getting married and thinking about finally getting on with my future with Haleigh but I made the best of the hand I’d been dealt. One of the perks to having three weeks off was that I could go to Ireland for longer than I’d planned to in 2019. That 2019 trip was only set to be a 3-day weekend in Dublin. For this trip I had six days split between Dublin and Cork. I was excited to finally be making my first visit to Ireland!

Dublin Crossing

One of the best things about visiting Ireland from England is that it’s so quick! I had a lunchtime flight out of Stansted on the Tuesday but being such a short flight it meant I arrived in to Dublin mid-afternoon.

The journey to Dublin was smooth, the hassle getting away from the airport much less so. Now admittedly I hadn’t really done any prior research beforehand but how hard can it be getting from the airport to central Dublin?

The whole process took far longer than it should have done. It took me a while to figure out where I needed to catch a bus, only to find that I couldn’t then pay by card – nor could I pay with anything other than exact change with a bus fare of let’s say 3.27 euros. I popped over to a nearby shop to buy an extortionate bottle of water to break a note down only to return and find a grumpy driver insistent that it had to be exact. None of this four euros malarkey or 3.30 or even the hint of overpaying the fare just so I could catch a sodding bus in to the city.

Perhaps I misremember things but I was particularly frustrated and it wasn’t the best of starts to life in Ireland. I was really reluctant to spend money on a taxi so in the end I went and found an alternative bus company which was a little more expensive but much less hassle and quickly got me on a bus heading to the city centre.

I obviously hadn’t been to the city so I wasn’t 100% sure where I needed to get off but the ticket-sellers gave me a vague idea and by chance we happened to pass my hotel upon entering the city- I was staying at a Hilton just on the North side of the river Liffey which ended up being a really nice base for the next few days.

Dublin

I checked in to my hotel, relaxed for a little bit and then started considering my options for the evening. Any time I visit somewhere I’m always tempted to go and find some live sport to watch so a big part of me wanted to go and watch the Republic of Ireland v Serbia football match. However I think this Covid travel era just brought the absolute pessimist out of me.

I’m generally a positive and optimistic person but there were too many hoops to jump through, no guarantees that something wouldn’t go wrong and then the ticket prices seemed too high which was the final tipping point. I decided not to bother.

The football was a nice idea but I hadn’t really come to Ireland with any plans. I needed to travel this month because I knew the alternative would be that I’d just spend the entirety of September moping at home but being brutally honest, I think there was still a part of me content to mope and Ireland kind of ticked the right boxes for that. I hadn’t come here for anything in particular – there was no grand plan but I could mope in Dublin’s finest and that’s where this trip begins I suppose.

Dublin Events

I went and found myself a pub near the hotel. Let me add that I was on the hunt for dinner and this particular pub had a decent food menu but the selection of craft beers was an added bonus.

At the time there were still some Covid restrictions which meant Ireland had implemented a country-wide policy of “table service only” at any venues and also proof of vaccination anywhere you went. No mask – no entry. No vaccination – no service.

It made for an interesting trip but also made me feel a little better about having traveled in Covid-times, there were more restrictions here than there were in England at the time.

A handful of Irish fans popped in to this pub donning their famous green shirts and I did feel a little envy that I wasn’t going to the game but I enjoyed a beer from some Galway brewery and settled in for an evening of drinking and people-watching.

Galway Beer

I’ve always loved the Irish accent, moreso on women, but this was the first time I’d really struggled with it. I hadn’t anticipated it being as difficult as it was but this was one of those occasions where I pondered if those around me were even speaking English. I was watching the barman chat with what was clearly a regular and struggled to comprehend a single word either of them were saying.

“Please tell me the reason I can’t understand you is because you’re speaking Gaelic..”

Every so often I’d catch a word in English but for the most-part it was incomprehensible English. I finished off my meal, had another pint or two but it wasn’t a very late evening. I pondered whether I should wander somewhere else for some night-time entertainment but in the end I just headed back to my hotel – there was still plenty of time to enjoy Dublin and Ireland.

The next morning I woke up and walked over to Connolly train station, looking for a train heading out to Malahide. I’d asked for some recommendations before heading over and this was one recommendation that fellow travel blogger, John, had suggested and tempted me. It was a pretty easy journey and reasonably priced and soon enough I’d arrived in the heart of a small village-like place called Malahide which is about 20-30 minutes north of central Dublin.

I’d come here specifically to see Malahide castle. Due to Covid restrictions I again had to prove my vaccination status, wear a mask and I also believe book tickets in advance. Included within the ticket was a guided tour of the castle and then a self-guided tour of the gardens.

The castle grounds were huge. A large portion of it is accessible to the public but from train station to castle doors is a good ol’ walk and plenty of people were walking their dogs and enjoying the greenery. The castle itself is a nice size. I found the tour itself interesting and our tour guide seemed very knowledgeable. I snapped a few photos along the way whilst our guide told us more about each room and the history of the castle.

Malahide Castle

Malahide Map

Malahide Owls

Following on from the tour I took a wander through the private gardens which was really equally enjoyable. Home to a magical fairy trail, it’s very family friendly and there’s plenty of sculptures and other things that catch your eye as you walk through. Access is restricted to those with tickets so you also get to see views of the castle that you otherwise wouldn’t see – it was a nice addition to the castle visit.

Content I’d seen all I wanted to of the grounds I wandered back towards Malahide’s centre, had a brief look around and then caught the train back in to Dublin with plans to go and find lunch somewhere. I got off at a relatively quiet station which was unfortunate as my ticket didn’t allow me through the ticket barriers for some reason and there were no staff on hand to help me pass through – I was stuck!

Fortunately I managed to flag the attention of someone hidden away in an office and they let me through and I continued on my quest for lunch. I took inspiration from another recommendation and settled upon a nice pub / restaurant in a quiet neighbourhood. Being midweek it wasn’t very busy but it was a great find and the pie and mash was delicious so made for a worthwhile detour.

After lunch I was meeting up with the previously mentioned John, coming to Dublin I had to reach out and see if he was free and fortunately he was. I took a bit of a detour on route back to the river and managed to pass Dublin’s Aviva Stadium – an impressive looking stadium at that. I grabbed some photos before continuing onwards past the dock / canal area which had a scattering of street art – adding some colour to the area at the very least.

Aviva Stadium

Unfortunately my phone was on its last legs and its battery life wasn’t well suited to travel / busy days anymore. I’d taken a fair few photos in the morning and knew my phone wasn’t going to last long enough to actually meet up with John – I had to take a detour via my hotel to have a brief phone-charge which meant I was running a little later than intended. John ended up meeting me at my hotel and we then ventured over to a nearby drinking hole for a drink and a chance to meet for the first time – certainly a highlight of my time in Dublin.

John left me with a few further recommendations, some of which I’d already planned for, but they were welcome nonetheless. We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. I popped back to the hotel for an hour or so and made plans for the evening – I was really keen to get my first glimpse of the “famous” Temple Bar district of Dublin.

For dinner I decided I’d tick off another “landmark” and visit Dublin’s Hard Rock Cafe – long time readers will know I’ve been to my fair share and as Dublin’s is in the heart of Temple Bar it seemed rude not to pop in at least once on my trip.

Covid pass – mask – table – repeat.

So far there had been no exception to this practice. Perhaps as a result of this the Hard Rock Cafe was pretty quiet when I visited. I enjoyed some food and then went in search of entertainment for the evening.

It’s worth saying here that this was Dublin and Ireland slowly opening up again – the Covid restrictions were necessary and I’m glad that Ireland were taking it seriously but this wasn’t Irish nightlife in all its glory – it was a compromised Dublin testing the waters to see if it were safe to open up again. Consequently things were a little more civilised than things perhaps would be in “normal times” in Dublin.

Nevertheless a more cautious Dublin probably still has a better nightlife than most. I tried my hand at a couple of pubs but due to its “table-only” policy and being full capacity I was turned away from the first couple I tried visiting. In the end I found somewhere a little quieter down one of the side streets.

Covid pass – mask – table – repeat.

Foggy Dew Pub

I found a table and ordered myself a Guinness – the first of this trip. Ordinarily I don’t drink the black stuff but “when in Rome.. “.

Dublin myth will tell you that Guinness tastes better here and in all honesty it’s hard to argue. It did taste good and turned the tide a little in terms of enjoying Guinness. I’d finally been converted in becoming a fan of Guinness!

I only stuck around for one before moving on. I’d come to Temple Bar for the entertainment and this particular pub was lacking the live music that I was craving so I moved on and tried my luck at returning to one of the pubs from earlier – success this time!

I was shoved towards what barely could even be considered a table but I had a stool and a windowsill to place my drink – tucked away in the corner of the pub – good enough! I ordered another Guinness and was content listening to this Irish duo sing away for a while.

Temple Bar Pub

In normal times I’m sure there’d have been a few having a little jig on the pub floor somewhere but sadly in Covid times a seat jig was the best any of us were going to muster up. It was still enjoyable and I could have sat there for hours in all honesty but I’m sure for the locals it wasn’t quite what they were used to.

I think there was a changeover in singers / entertainment and I took that as my cue to move on and try somewhere else. Nearby down one of the side streets was another great venue for live music albeit with a longer queue to get a table. I decided to just ride this one out and wait as long as needs be to get a table to enjoy the rest of my evening. The voice was again very good but I was essentially seated at the equivalent of a “restricted view” seat. I couldn’t actually see the singer on stage from where I was sat but I wasn’t particularly bothered as I could still hear the artist. This was unfortunately just a sign of the times. At least I had a seat and another Guinness.

Having had my fill of entertainment I walked back along the river towards my hotel. Merry enough that I’d had a nice night but sober enough there was no risk of a hangover in the morning. Infact I dare say Guinness is one of those drinks I can perhaps drink endlessly without any suffering. There’ve definitely been trips where I’ve misjudged my limit and passed the point of “one too many” but I’ve yet to find that limit with Guinness. I don’t know that it exists – which is worrying and satisfying in equal measure. It was certainly something I found easy to drink whilst in Dublin and has since become a nice option for longer drinking sessions back home.

The next morning I’d made plans to visit Kilmainham Gaol – again requiring Covid passes, masks and booking in advance. An unexpected bonus was that at the time entry fees had been scrapped so I was able to visit for free – leaving me very confused at the time of booking. I went as far as emailing them to confirm whether I was expected to pay something on the day because all over the website suggested a fee for admission and yet I’d not paid anything at the time of booking. They were quite quick to respond actually and confirmed that all of their heritage sites were free to visit until the end of the year – probably trying to entice people to return in 2021 off the back of a difficult couple of years.

I considered my options on how to reach Kilmainham from my hotel and in the end walked the three or so miles. Distance aside, it was a pretty straight-forward walk actually. I arrived in good time and was the first to arrive in our allotted time-slot for another guided tour.

Kilmainham Court

Kilmainham Gaol

The tour begins in its courtroom before taking you through the rest of the gaol (jail) whilst a tour guide tells you about it and Ireland’s history. There were a few attractions I didn’t get around to visiting whilst in Dublin but this was one I made sure to visit and it hadn’t disappointed. It was one of the highlights of my time in Dublin and I’m glad I’d made time for it. After the tour you’re free to take a look around its museum area which was also interesting before you then exit.

Like much of the trip, from there I had no real plan. I had tickets for the famous Guinness Storehouse / Museum that is considered another must visit on any trip to Dublin but because of Covid I couldn’t just turn up. I’d booked an advance ticket and my allotted time slot wasn’t until later in the afternoon so I had a good few hours in-between the two attractions.

I wandered from the jail back in to town, stopping off at this interesting coffee spot for a cup of tea and a snack before exploring more of central Dublin. I’d timed my walk to coincide with winding up near the Brazen Head – supposedly the oldest pub in Dublin and they make claim to being one of the oldest in the world even although that has been disputed by another pub in Ireland which claims to date back 300-ish years earlier.

The Brazen Head however still boasts 800+ years in business so I popped in for lunch as many before me likely have over the years. It’s a nice pub, I really liked it. I sat at a table outside with a little covering above me. The sausage and mash was really good, nicely accompanied with a Guinness. I imagine it attracts a few more tourists because of its age but overall I’d still recommend a visit and it has a lot of character that makes it a fine pub.

After lunch I wandered back up to the river not really sure of what I wanted to do next. I still had a bit of time to kill before the Guinness Storehouse but I had nothing else that I particularly wanted to do – this of course wasn’t helped by spontaneity being an impossibility during Covid. If you wanted to visit attractions, you generally needed to have booked in advance.

Contemplating what to do, I vividly remember spending a few minutes just overlooking the Liffey and casting judgment on Dublin as a whole.

Dublin River View

I don’t think Dublin is a particular pretty city but this particular view was lovely, I was having a nice enough time in Dublin but Dublin was just lacking something. I couldn’t place my finger on it at the time but as nice as it was to be away for a few days, I could easily see myself never returning to Dublin.

Some places you immediately click with, others take a bit of warming to but I just wasn’t feeling it. Nothing tickled my fancy so I wandered back to my hotel and took a nap rather than wander for the sake of wandering – I’d spent most of the day on foot anyway so I’d seen a fair bit of Dublin this morning.

Following a short sleep I was up and back on foot, returning in the direction I’d come from and made my way over to the Guinness Storehouse for my self-guided tour. I was a little early which meant I had to wait for a brief time as they were quite strict on entry time – probably partially due to Covid numbers limiting capacity although as it’s a self-guided tour there’s no time limit on how long you can spend there.

Anyway, shortly after our time slot we were granted entry and I was on my way. Over the course of the tour you learn about how Guinness is made, the history of Guinness and its impact on Dublin and the world. They delve in to the marketing and advertising campaigns over the years and there’s even a section where you learn to pour your own pint – although I didn’t personally do this so it may have been excluded from the tour given Covid was still a big concern at the time.

I have to say it was really enjoyable. I was by no means a huge fan of Guinness but I think even non-Guinness lovers or non-beer lovers will still enjoy a visit here. It was one of the highlights of my time in Dublin. Rounding off the tour and included within the admission price is a free Guinness / drink at the rooftop bar which was a nice way to finish things off.

Guinness

Guinness Selfie

I ordered a drink and “enjoyed” the views of Dublin. I say enjoyed a tad loosely as although the “Gravity Bar” offers 360 degree views overlooking the city, it’s not the prettiest of cities and I don’t think the views here offer really much of anything worth looking at. Nevertheless there’s a nice atmosphere up there and it was the perfect spot to finish off the afternoon – aided by an unexpected perk upon my visit.

By pure coincidence my afternoon pint was accompanied with a text from my boss back home informing me that I was to receive a payrise!

Now, I don’t want to get in to trouble by suggesting that every visitor to the Guinness Storehouse receives a payrise but it certainly boosted my mood and made my time here all the more memorable. I finished off my Guinness, made my way to ground level and turned my attention to dinner with my new-found riches – it’s worth adding at this point that Ireland is not cheap so it was a welcome boost to the funding of what was a fairly costly trip for somewhere so close to home.

Speaking of close.. I didn’t venture very far from the Guinness Storehouse for food. Just around the corner is a small pub called Harkins which seemed convenient enough. As a reminder to not judge a book by its cover, looking at its exterior I wasn’t particularly encouraged and the Thursday evening crowd also didn’t seem particularly friendly / inviting. I contemplated moving on and trying my luck somewhere else but fortunately I took a chance on it and the Irish stew made up for any reservations I’d had. It was delicious and completely justified me visiting here – an unexpected surprise!

After dinner I headed over to the Temple Bar area. Having discovered I was seemingly immune to any alcoholic effects of Guinness I was looking forward to another night of the black stuff and a little live music to enjoy the evening. I checked out a couple of pubs, including one of the ones I’d visited the night before which hosts live music every evening, before calling it a night and preparing to say goodbye to Dublin. It was almost time to leave!

Temple Bar

Live Music Dublin

The next morning I was in a bit of a funk. Truth be told my heart wasn’t in this trip but I didn’t really want to go home either. I was supposed to be leaving for Cork today but looked in to the possibility of staying in Dublin instead, I hadn’t loved Dublin by any means but I also didn’t really fancy moving onwards. I had to fly home from Dublin so I’d be back here anyway and there was a part of me looking for a convenient reason to just stay.

In what can only be described as travel-procrastination I left it as late as possible to check out of my hotel that morning. I was supposed to be in Washington getting married. I didn’t particularly want to go to Cork, didn’t really want to be in Dublin but also didn’t really want to go home. I was stuck and committed to being in Ireland for three more nights. First world problems, eh?

Eventually checking out, I figured I might as well hang around in Dublin long enough to grab some lunch and popped to this nearby place called Urban Brewing which was just around the corner from my hotel.

I’ll start by saying that a quick look at Google shows a scattering of reviews which are very hit and miss – perhaps it’s gone downhill a little since my visit but the negative reviews were not my experience at all. It’s different to your traditional Irish pub perhaps but I liked it and my only regret is I hadn’t come here sooner.

The selection of beer was very good as you’d expect, the staff were friendly and there was just a buzz to the place that made for a really nice atmosphere. Infact it was here that I had somewhat of an epiphany and suddenly I realised what Dublin was lacking. That *thing* that I couldn’t place my finger on the day before whilst overlooking the Liffey.

There are a lot of things to like about Dublin. It’s a nice city, it’s easy to get around, it has some fun and interesting attractions, it’s a good place for eating out and its nightlife is as good a reason as any to visit. My one criticism of Dublin / Ireland would be how expensive it was but that isn’t something that stops me loving London, Paris, New York etc.

For some reason Dublin just wasn’t doing it for me and I didn’t know why. It took until this Friday afternoon to realise that what it had really lacked was people. This is probably true of many destinations but Dublin’s charm and romance if you want to call it that is with its people.

The streets of Dublin had by no means been deserted up to this point. There were people around and seemingly having a nice time but there was Covid repeatedly peeking its head around the corner to remind you of its presence.

It was Friday afternoon though and “weekend mode” was starting to kick in – this brewery had a real buzz. People were chatting and laughing and making their weekend plans whilst enjoying a beer over a long lunch and although I wasn’t necessarily in those groups of people, just being around it gave some actual life to Dublin. I was completely content and it finally gave me some real appreciation for the city.

Suddenly I wanted to stay here in Dublin. The sun was shining, the beer was flowing, laughter surrounded me and the weekend was coming. A weekend in Dublin – maybe this was what I needed for the city to finally win me over.

Alas, just as I’d started considering sacking off going to Cork and staying in Dublin for the weekend it quickly became apparent that it’d be stupidly expensive to do so. A weekend in Dublin is not for the last minute-planner. Even with an unexpected payrise, I couldn’t justify staying in Dublin. I’d finally got excited about being here and that short-lived dream was snatched away from me – “If you have a spare 4 million euros you could probably find a hotel for the night..”

Resigned to my fate I figured I’d at least make the most of my current surroundings and order another beer. What’s the rush to leave this? It’s lovely here, everyone’s having a great time and the sun is shining! Let’s have one more beer!

Cork

Eventually I left and made my way over to Dublin’s Heuston station and bought myself a ticket heading to Cork – ready for part two of this Irish adventure!

Reflecting on Dublin a couple of years later it’s hard to say whether I feel much differently. I think I’d be okay with never returning to Dublin. With so many places in the world I’d like to see and so many others that I’d genuinely like to return to, it’s hard to imagine when I’ll get back to Dublin. The one thing in its favour is its proximity to England making it an easy weekend trip but it didn’t blow me away.

Part of that was undoubtedly down to Covid and another factor being my own circumstances. I think there was a part of me that wanted to just go to Ireland to drink and mope so perhaps its unsurprising that I never truly warmed to Dublin.

That’s not to say Dublin doesn’t have its merits too. There were things I enjoyed during the trip, fond memories I have of Dublin and some things I’m glad I got to see and do. Additionally a little like Nashville, the nightlife in some places on an off night is still better than the nightlife in other places on its best night. Experiencing Dublin’s nightlife over a weekend in non-Covid times is probably one of the few reasons I’d make a case for returning.

Will I ever return to Dublin? I really don’t know but at the very least I’d be back here for one more night before flying home. Next up though: Cork!

Stay tuned!

Jason

Dublin – May 2019

Hello dear readers! I promised to be a bit more active this year so I figured I’d get back to talking about some travel. Alas this particular story is needed as a bit of a prequel to tell the next travel tale.

In the last proper travel post on the blog I wrapped up a story of a long-overdue trip to Finland in 2019 and well, what a year 2019 was eh?

To really sell this story though I’ve got to take you to its neighbour year. No, not 2020! Please, nobody wants to remember that year! With the benefit of 2020 sight (HA!) this story might have gone very differently but firstly let’s go back a year.

2018 was the year of the big 3-0! Thirty days celebrating a wedding and a 30th birthday in the good ol’ USA. Thirty days in another country. Thirty days away from thoughts of work and other responsibilities and then it all came crashing down..

USA

This might not be a problem my dear friends in other countries can actually relate to but you see, the problem with taking a thirty day trip is that it eats in to a good chunk of that “small” annual leave we receive here in good ol’ Europe. First world problems but who survives on only five weeks of leave a year!? That’s excluding public holidays, obviously.

Yes. in 2018 I ended up using four weeks of leave for just one trip! I was also in a long distance relationship at the time so early in 2018 I’d already used two weeks of leave to go and visit Haleigh in Washington and *poof* – there went my annual leave for the year! I’d actually bought an extra week through a work scheme to take my leave up to six weeks but naturally it still wasn’t enough.

I landed back in England at the end of August and now what? FOUR months of non-stop work!? Four months without a single day off!? Send help ASAP!

It was bloody miserable. I’m not career-driven at the best of times but four months with no time off? Come on.. if that’s not the true meaning of suffering, I don’t know what is!

Okay, okay.. there might be a chance that people across the globe had it a little tougher than myself. You’d be right to suggest I’m rather fortunate and privileged and have it better than many people going through genuine hard times but as I said, first world problems. In my little bubble this was the real struggle!

My “pain” wasn’t helped by a Champions League draw at the end of August that saw my beloved Spurs visit Eindhoven, Milan and Barcelona in the last few months of 2018.

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Long-time followers might recall that “the luck of the draw” had seemingly seen Spurs spend the last few years seeing how many times they could possibly visit Germany. More specifically West Germany in such a small span of time and now we’re going to the likes of the fucking Nou Camp in Barcelona?

That one particularly hurt. It took every ounce of professionalism (not a lot, let’s be honest) to not to pull a sickie and suddenly find myself in sunny Barcelona in the middle of December.

“Why are you so tanned Jason, haven’t you been at home sick!?”

I was gutted to have to go to work and then enviously watch thousands of delirious Spurs fans celebrating up in the gods of the Nou Camp arena – you lucky swines!

The pain of missing out on Barcelona and Milan and Eindhoven was exacerbated by the realisation that my days were numbered. I knew I’d be “hanging up my boots” and stepping back from football in the months ahead. There were a multitude of factors at play, all accumulating to the knowledge that it was time to give it up.

I love football but priorities were changing and it was in my head that come July 2019 I’d have nothing stopping me from joining Haleigh in Washington for a few months. Every decision, every trip, every bit of expenditure was weighted and budgeted with July 2019 in mind. Stick to the budget and get out!

So come the start of 2019 I was torn between a land of budgeting and travel planning. July felt significant but I wasn’t living without some adventure for the first six months. July was the aim on the basis that I could do both and wind up where I wanted to be financially. So I planned and planned and mapped out my first six months of the year – here!

I had calculated that I could keep within my budget and yet still take FOUR trips overseas in the first six months. I was making up for lost time, or dare I say lost travels in the latter part of 2018. I’d struggled throughout the winter months and consequently January payday was my reward.

Payday rolled around and the wheels started turning. Where did I want to go?

  • Prioritise seeing Haleigh. I booked an Easter getaway to Washington in April
  • “One” final European adventure with Spurs. My main hope was for Spurs to be playing anywhere but Dortmund. I pleaded with the football gods. Naturally it was Dortmund, West Germany. AGAIN!
  • After disappointment of not visiting in 2018, I was desperate to book a bank holiday weekend trip to Finland
  • TWO bank holidays in May = TWO weekends away in May, right?

I had to see Haleigh obviously. As much as longer-term ambitions were figuring out the long-distance stuff, in the short term I still had to get myself to Washington. My next ambition was go and watch Spurs in Europe for what may well be the very last time. Naturally it wasn’t but who could have predicted that happening?

Then I looked to May. One big downside of 2018 was not really having been able to maximise the public holidays. This year I’d booked time off over Easter and then decided I could get away for both bank holidays in May – helped by a payday sandwiched in-between them.

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I’d booked flights to go to Helsinki in 2018 and then plans changed. I was gutted so I had to make that right in 2019. It was a no brainer on top of the Washington and football trips. That sorted out the first bank holiday nice and early but what about the second?

I pondered a few options and settled upon visiting Dublin. I’ve seen a fair amount of Europe but ridiculously our neighbours across the sea had always eluded me. So I booked a weekend long getaway to Ireland.

Alas, I didn’t go.

Look, had I known what 2020 was going to serve up then of course I could never have refused such an opportunity to travel but hindsight is a funny thing? Uttering these words twelve months later would have seen me hanged, drawn and quartered but the truth is that I was burnt out.

I gave you the background because the end of 2018 was a real slog. That’s partly the price you pay for a month long trip but I struggled at the back end of 2018 and my two comforts in travel and football had been robbed from me.

I squeezed in a 36 hour trip to Warsaw in November 2018 but that hadn’t really scratched enough of an itch for me. Arriving in Warsaw Saturday lunchtime and then departing on Sunday evening because of the lack of annual leave I had to use, I didn’t have a single day off to even enjoy a weekend long trip properly.

Additionally a temporary football move had robbed me of some of the joy in going to the football. Spurs were in the process of building a new stadium and the temporary home of Wembley just didn’t feel right in comparison to our home back in Tottenham. It shouldn’t have made that much of a difference but it did and discouraged me from going to many games in the first half of the season and particularly through the Winter months. I was more picky about which games I’d go to, as were friends I’d usually go and meet up with.

Lastly my social life just seemed to completely dry up in line with all of these things. I went a good few months where I felt like I was doing virtually nothing and then BAM!

First trip of the year in March! BAM!
Tottenham are heading home in March! BAM!
“Do you fancy hanging out in March?” BAM!
“Fancy our first work do for years on the only weekend you have free?” BAM!
“Midweek get-together?” BAM!

Where were all these plans and people throughout the Winter when I had all of the time and nothing to do? If anything I’d been a little lonely and would have appreciated plans. I’d gone from social hermit for months to being constantly busy for weeks – it was such a contrast.

I’m such an introvert too. I’m a fairly sociable introvert and enjoy doing things but I also largely need some space and time to myself. A little time to recuperate from plans and yet March onwards had just gone in to overdrive.

Köln, Dortmund and Bruges was a lovely escape but by the time the Washington trip came around in April I needed it just to enjoy some quiet time. Spending some time with Haleigh and having a fairly calm break was much needed to then go again for what would be another hectic few weeks.

HelsinkiAmsterdam – Dublin!

“Wait, what? You didn’t mention Amsterdam..”

Amsterdam

No, that wasn’t in the calendar. Nor the budget really but wouldn’t you know it? Spurs caught wind of my impending retirement and decided this was the year for a European adventure. I’d meticulously planned out my year and Spurs turned around and said “you can’t walk away now Jason..”

Spurs victory in Dortmund was followed by an unexpected victory over the Mancunians in the next round of the competition. Consequently Spurs were off to Amsterdam for a Champions League semi final on Wednesday the 8th May. Monday 6th naturally being the bank holiday weekend I’d booked to go to Helsinki.

I landed back in England on the 6th after a weekend in Helsinki, slept, went to work on Tuesday and then BAM – overnight bus to Amsterdam for another whirlwind trip.

Of course we’d won in Amsterdam hadn’t we? Victory in the most unbelievable circumstances but we’d done it! Now at the end of May we’d be going to Madrid.

At the end of May! A month in which I had already traveled twice and also had a trip to Ireland to come. Plus work either side of that and football and other social plans and.. and.. and.. BAM!

It was too much!

I’m typically a late packer anyway but on the Friday night before flying to Dublin on the Saturday morning I was done. I think both mentally and physically. I was completely drained of all energy. There was a three day weekend ahead but I just didn’t have it in me to be excited about going away again – life had been nonstop for weeks and dare I say that the two trips this month hadn’t helped.

Washington had been a great breather – it was much needed at the time and broke up the hectic schedule a little bit. I was so grateful for that time with Haleigh but then it immediately went up a few notches.

Had it just been Helsinki to follow I probably could have done it but Helsinki and Amsterdam back-to-back? Ooof!

It wasn’t just a case of being two immediate back-to-back trips either but they were also two emotionally draining trips.

I’m not complaining. I’d go as far to say that the two trips combined made for one of the very best weeks of my life but it was a lot. Going to Helsinki was much more important to me than I’d realised when I booked it at the start of the year. I was SO nervous in the days ahead and I think all that stress and worry and nervousness poured out of me over the course of the weekend.

36 hours later I was in Amsterdam to watch Spurs compete in a HUGE game. One of the biggest in the history of the football club:  A first European Cup semi final in 57 years! This was once in a lifetime stuff and wouldn’t you know it, Spurs did it. In the most dramatic of fashions too, a ridiculous comeback clinched in the final seconds of the game!

I spent the rest of the night bawling happy tears in Dam Square – hugging and crying with anyone willing to and there were probably hundreds of takers. It was the greatest night but the second emotionally draining trip of the week let alone the month.

I got back from Amsterdam and immediately threw myself in to another football outing down in London whilst simultaneously making plans for a Champions League final at the end of May – there was no let-up in the schedule and at this point the budget was in pieces too.

Dortmund, Washington, Helsinki, Amsterdam, Dublin, Madrid over the course of a couple of months with endless plans, London trips and work in-between had taken its toll. I’d reached my limitations both physically and mentally.

Dublin or a Champions League final in Madrid? I’d reached breaking point and something had to give.

Looking back I ponder if I could have possibly done both. That was definitely something that ran through my mind a lot during 2020 when we couldn’t do anything – “A year ago you completely bailed on a trip – what were you thinking, idiot!!”

The night before my flight to Dublin I was asked “What time are you leaving tomorrow..? ” and I had nothing to offer. I didn’t know. I hadn’t even packed. I would have time in the morning before heading down to Stansted but my heart wasn’t in it. Another busy weekend running around a new city just didn’t appeal to me.

Dublin

I think had I actually just got through that initial doubt and hesitancy I probably would have enjoyed Dublin still but at what cost? A week later I’d be going to Spain and by land too – a roadtrip from Peterborough all the way to Madrid. Maybe I’ll enjoy Dublin but would it be at the cost of enjoying the Madrid trip fully?

I’d been to Madrid before but from a football perspective this was a once in a lifetime experience. Tottenham in a Champions League final had never happened before (60+ years of European football) and will likely never happen again if we’re brutally honest.

My dad and his friends have tasted European glory – heading over to Belgium in 1984 for a UEFA Cup final but Europe’s biggest one? This is unchartered territory for every Spurs generation. I had to go to Madrid and so the only question that remained was whether I could do both trips. Madrid was non-negotiable but was Dublin just one trip too many? Had 2019 finally caught up with me?

The answer was yes. I set my alarm on the basis of “this is when I’ll need to leave for the airport” but I woke up on departure day none the wiser if I was going to bother going to Dublin.

In the end I came to the conclusion that I wasn’t going. My wait to visit Ireland would have to go on a little longer. This bank holiday weekend would be about doing absolutely nothing – my first free weekend in months and a three day weekend to boot!

Temple Bar

And so there’s the other side of travel. I’ve said on the blog before that I often romanticise the places that I visit and Finland in particular was one such trip that I could not do anything but. It was a very special trip for me personally and yet three weeks later I was completely bailing on a trip at the last minute. Things don’t always go to plan and this is one such example where I think not traveling was the right decision and more beneficial to me than had I actually flown to Dublin.

A few days later I was back at work and itching to get away but such is life. Fortunately I knew I’d be heading to Madrid in a few days for a father-son roadtrip and I vividly remember standing in Biarritz pondering why I’d ever want to go back to a normal life in England – just leave me here in the South of France and I’ll live the rest of my days by the sea.

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I think it was the right decision. Nevertheless there was still disappointment on not making it to Dublin. I think the decision was helped by being so close to England, I don’t think I’d have bailed on somewhere a bit more far-flung across the globe but Ireland is definitely one of those “it’s only an hour away..” kind of destinations that always feels within reach.

Obviously 2020 offered little opportunity to travel and 2021 was little better. Covid wreaked havoc with many a travel plan including our own wedding. One country I did manage to visit in 2021 however was none other than Ireland. More on that next time!

Stay tuned!

Jason