In 2014, I lived in Italy for a few months to work at an institute. On my very first day, I found myself a victim of pickpocketing. A few weeks, I witnessed a second attempt on a colleague of mine. In this post I share my thoughts on pickpocketing and what I learned from the experience.
Living in Amsterdam, and with my luck, I suppose it was only a matter of time before I injured myself with a bicycle. Although I must admit, it was not at all in the way I would have anticipated. Along the way, I also take some time to impart some insight into several different aspects of Dutch culture, from the buying bikes to the health care system. Warning: Some of this is graphic.
When we decided to drive around Iceland, we assumed that it would be the same as driving anywhere else. As we learned, however, there are quite a few things that it would have been good to be aware of ahead of time. This post is dedicated to peculiarities of driving in Iceland.
Driving west across Iceland, we went to see the iconic Kirkjufell mountain, tried the (in)famous rotted shark meat, and celebrated New Years Eve in Reykjavik, complete with bonfires, Albanians, and fireworks. The is the final part of our roadtrip around Iceland.
The middle portion of our drive around Iceland. We start out at one of the largest glaciers in the world, going beneath ice to see the wondrous blue caves. Then we brave fierce wind in snow as we drive north for shelter. Lastly, we visit Myvatn and see volcanoes, lava fields, hidden geothermal pools, before some relaxing sulfur baths and dinner in a cowshed.
My girlfriend Karen and I decided to spend the week between Christmas and New Years driving Ring Road around Iceland. This is the first part of our experience. We see the a national park located between two tectonic plates, lose our rental car keys on top of a snow covered mountain, walk on a glacier, and hear about the misadventures of a Coca Cola Santa Claus.
For Karen's birthday, we decide to visit southern Spain. We see the Alhambra, a city on the cliffs, and a park in the clouds. We enjoy some tapas and wine, some rock climbing, but run into some car troubles.
I traveled to Riga to hunt down a colleague who was burned out with academia and was investing all his time in Russian martial arts. He was in Latvia until he could get another visa to return to Russia. While trying to get him to work, I spend some time in the dojo, get stretched, and have a massage with animal horns.
My name is Jacob Turner and I currently work as a postdoc in Amsterdam. I love to travel and luckily, academia is such that as long as I have coffee and a laptop, I can get my stuff done. In fact, half the time I'm supposed to travel, to go to conferences and such.
I grew up in Eastern Kentucky but have since spent a lot of time moving around before coming to Europe for work. And then I'll be off to who knows where in a year or so. Life is always changing on me and that's how I like it. Keeps things interesting. I always hear about how people hate change, but I love it. Throw yourself into the maelstrom of life and see what beach you wash up on.
Point is, things don't always go as I expect. It's the best explanation I've got as to why I seem to have so many strange and unfortunate things happen to me. That, or I don't let the truth get in the way of a good story. And I do love to spin a good yarn.
So now I've decided to make a compendium of my misadventures, take them as you will. I also have other interests of course, and I may also use this space to post things I find interesting.
People have been telling me for a while that I ought to write down all of the crazy things that happen to me. I am a person who takes every excuse possible to go somewhere new or try something different. And it always seems to land me in trouble. So I've decided to dedicate this space to my misadventures. But also as a travel guide for people, to let them know about places I visit.