April 6 was our long day of travel, flying along with the sun for a 36-hour commute, all told, only to end up in the Minneapolis St. Paul Int'l Airport on the same day we left the Ngurah Rai Int'l Airport in Denpasar. Technically. The day before was our third wedding anniversary, and the day … Continue reading Narita, High Noon
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We Arrive in Bali
We took some time to fill out the Customs forms for entering Indonesia and boarded the final two-hour flight to Denpasar. We were seated beside a rather twitchy guy with leathery skin, prominent cheekbones, and salt-and-pepper stubble over his scalp, dressed in a wrinkled sharkskin suit. My overactive imagination made up all sorts of stories … Continue reading We Arrive in Bali
From SFO to Singapore
It all worked out in the end, of course. All the stress was behind us, all the obstacles of troublesome airlines with deplorable customer service was left back in another nation. And if you believe that... After spending the night in the MSP airport, we arrived very early in San Francisco, too early for Red … Continue reading From SFO to Singapore
Departure via the Blue Lagoon
Woke up after dreams of an online friend calling me (she does not have my number IRL) because I associate her with world travel, and here I was in another country. It's like a kind of validation, suggesting that I've arrived or am on the rise. I wouldn't want my Reykjavik excursion to represent the … Continue reading Departure via the Blue Lagoon
To Isafjorđur… or Not
Today we woke up, cleaned the cool-ass little apartment up, and checked out. We agreed we would miss the little pad, with its garish cow duvet and supremely convenient closet-kitchenette. If I could travel the world and secure such an apartment for myself everywhere I went, why, I should be quite content indeed. We trotted … Continue reading To Isafjorđur… or Not
Arrival in Reykjavik
I wrote in "Wednesday, technically" because we've lost some time, flying westward. After a very long flight we touched down in Keflavik Int'l Airport, a daub of architecture in the middle of a broad field of volcanic rock and tough, stubborn grass. Immediately I was impressed with how clean and efficient the structure looked, inside … Continue reading Arrival in Reykjavik
Prelude to Iceland
The day of our trip to Iceland, I woke up exceptionally early for no reason I could identify other than being extremely thirsty. Unable to return to sleep, I played with Toki, our sweet and goofy black cat until Rebecca awoke much later. We made our coffee, got cleaned up, and ran a few last-minute … Continue reading Prelude to Iceland
C.W. Wilkie 