This video was taken a week or so out of Shanhaiguan, our ending point the first time. It’s just a tiny slice of what we saw while walking through villages.
Archive for September, 2007
Listen up mates! Grab yer arm hooks, yer peg legs, yer eyepatches and piratey chatter! Today is one of my all-time favorite holidays, International Talk Like A Pirate Day!
A year ago today we were nearing “Tiki Torch/Robot with a Toupee” town, and although The Ig only had black shorts to don and I had to make due with a bandana and a chicken stick for a sword,
we were still able to make the most of the holiday. I distinctly remember a van pulling over, the side door sliding open, and me dancing around fiercely wielding my chicken stick and yelling something like, “Avast, ya scurvy bastards! Away wi’chya unless ye be wanting to walk the plank!”
When I first arrived in Beijing and The Ig and I got stuck waiting for over a week on desperately needed visas, I could not wait to leave the city, the most prominent reason being the constant sinus headache from the pollution. The problem is prevalent enough that the city keeps a Blue Sky Day count.
Although the photo below (taken out the window of the Yu Yang hotel) dispays a day far from a Blue Sky Day,
I can tell you that The Ig and I were thrilled to be in the city.
Asashoryu Akinori, Yokozuna and all-around bad ass of Sumo wrestling,
I have to admit I feel partially responsible; surely my absence as Lead Stalker in the bowels of the Osaka stadium started him down the path of despair.
To make up for my slack then, I’ll be drinking from my Asashoryu coffee mug only from here on out,
and I’m pullin’ out the big guns and calling on the almighty; if anyone can fix this mess, then it’s my man Shibble!
Sometime around the middle of our trip, The Ig and I gained two new loyal and regular commenters, Jeremy and Laura. As clients of The Ig’s mom Jill, they were told about the site, checked it out, and according to Laura, were instantly hooked. Their comments always made us laugh and lifted our spirits–which was a gift we were most appreciative of back then–and so when we finished the trek we sent ’em a few small gifts, one being a set of chopsticks.
To our delight (and astonishment), they actually wanted to meet us in person, and so when The Ig was home last week, he, Jill and myself met Jeremy and his parents, Laura and Tom. We met at Jer’s favorite restaraunt, and–how fun is this–ate our meals with the chopsticks we sent. I was most impressed by Jeremy’s ninja-like chopstick skills; you’d a thunk he’d been using choppies as long as we had, and it was his first time!
From left; Tom, Laura, The Ig, myself, Jer and Ig’s mom Jill. Any ideer what restaraunt we’re at?