Travel thread

[dad]

I’m only half joking.

[spike]

* has entered the chat*

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[96583UP]

all of italy is great

just for different things

i personally prefer the area surrounding florence better than florence itself

positano/capri in the summer are like something painted by ancient gods

you ever drink that limoncello? it comes from lemons the size of footballs. and they are sweet

it’s unreal

but for a core italy trip there must be rome

[E.H. Ruddock]

Bologna is the best city in Italy. Visit there

[Anders]

I only visited once, and found Torino and Milano to be completely charmless. The food was mediocre, oldest tiramisu I have ever tasted, was bought in a local bakery in the centre of Milano. We generally looked to eat sometime after noon, but then everything was closed. The people in the hotel were very rude, as were waiters in a couple of restaurants we went to. This has never happened to me, before or after, and I've travelled a fair amount. Always had a thought that Southern Italy would be more charming, certainly not worse. A local man I met in Torino, said that "below Rome, that's where Africa starts", and he meant that as an insult. I thought the guy was just a weird bigot, but have since heard that it's a normal saying in Northern Italy.

[96583UP]

Milan is for work, not vacation

many beautiful areas of northern italy to go to: Liguria, Lake Como - milan is not one of them

[Anders]

The two Pearl Jam shows were amazing, especially the one in Milano.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Flying home from Minneapolis yesterday, we were mid flight when the pilot came on and just said “folks we’re having an issue with the plane and are returning to Minneapolis”. That was an hour into the flight. We landed and deplaned, which is usually never a good sign. 20 minutes later they said to reboard and we were on our way again. They gave us some vague description about a pressure sensor not working. I’ll admit, i was a little worried on that return back to Minneapolis

[Anders]

Milan is for work, not vacation

many beautiful areas of northern italy to go to: Liguria, Lake Como - milan is not one of them

Good to know. Thank you.

[Anders]

Flying home from Minneapolis yesterday, we were mid flight when the pilot came on and just said “folks we’re having an issue with the plane and are returning to Minneapolis”. That was an hour into the flight. We landed and deplaned, which is usually never a good sign. 20 minutes later they said to reboard and we were on our way again. They gave us some vague description about a pressure sensor not working. I’ll admit, i was a little worried on that return back to Minneapolis

Glad it went well.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Chris_H_2]

Flying home from Minneapolis yesterday, we were mid flight when the pilot came on and just said “folks we’re having an issue with the plane and are returning to Minneapolis”. That was an hour into the flight. We landed and deplaned, which is usually never a good sign. 20 minutes later they said to reboard and we were on our way again. They gave us some vague description about a pressure sensor not working. I’ll admit, i was a little worried on that return back to Minneapolis

How long was the total flight? Seems weird to turn around and fly another hour back instead of just continuing.

[Bammer]

FUCK every last one of you who didn’t support a Travel subforum.

[wease]

Flying home from Minneapolis yesterday, we were mid flight when the pilot came on and just said “folks we’re having an issue with the plane and are returning to Minneapolis”. That was an hour into the flight. We landed and deplaned, which is usually never a good sign. 20 minutes later they said to reboard and we were on our way again. They gave us some vague description about a pressure sensor not working. I’ll admit, i was a little worried on that return back to Minneapolis

I would’ve been more frightened getting back on the same plane.

[96583UP]

that sounds super sketchy

[E.H. Ruddock]

Flying home from Minneapolis yesterday, we were mid flight when the pilot came on and just said “folks we’re having an issue with the plane and are returning to Minneapolis”. That was an hour into the flight. We landed and deplaned, which is usually never a good sign. 20 minutes later they said to reboard and we were on our way again. They gave us some vague description about a pressure sensor not working. I’ll admit, i was a little worried on that return back to Minneapolis

How long was the total flight? Seems weird to turn around and fly another hour back instead of just continuing.

Was only a 2 hour flight, but the airline had more planes/mechanics in the big city airport instead of our regional airport, I'm assuming.

Wease: my first thought was about getting back on the same plane!

[Monkey_Driven]

Would it make you feel better if they handed out parachutes when you reboarded?

[Monkey_Driven]

Would it make you feel better if they handed out parachutes when you reboarded?

[E.H. Ruddock]

Absolutely