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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility
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... to be spontaneous and enjoy life, instead of planning every second of it. Responsible me recognizes the fact that I have some place to live here and a job (even though I only have 8 hours this week), if I went home I would have to find a job and as Mum pointed out I would need to find a place to live since I can't live at home for the rest of my life. A tough pill to swallow, considering this has been my first Thanksgiving away from home and will be my ...
... and his wife. Out of our shared experience, we have also had terrific fun with Geert and Effi. We kept on running into each other for several days afterwards, us catching up with them as they 'did their thing' on "pappy" and us ours, and when we arrived at the hostel on Westray the day after they had travelled there. They are now with friends on Mainland, but as we said our good-byes for the umpteenth time, we all agreed: "We couldn't go on saying farewell like ...
... of a 1000-year Reich as the cause of WWWI, your humble narrator, ever sensitive to the feelings of others, was therefore highly sensitised to any mention of 'zee War'. How needless such sensitivities are in this enlightened Age! Wolfgang, effortlessly, without a flutter of an eyelid, himself raised the subject of 'the Nazis', and 'the War', in a way that conveyed the reality of German errors and condemnation of the country's (then) leaders.
Accepting that these are ...
Our morning began with breakfast looking out on our lovely spot followed by a walk around the village of Stromness. We visited a few different arts and crafts stores, and Matt even helped a lady with a computer issue resulting in a gift of 4 fresh eggs. We met some lovely people here. After having lunch on the harbour we began to explore the remainder of the island. - Maeshowe: This stop was made ...
... them somehow make them all feel a little artificial. One doesn't get a sense of the original builders - or for that matter even of the discovery and dig - in the way that we did in the Chinese ruins or the Armenian city on the Euphrates. The best thing was the "guard" or whatever he would be called - a young man called Christopher Oosthuizen-Something, whose mum was an Oosthuizen and who had been to South Africa a couple of times. He was enormously entertaining to talk to, ...