April 17, 2015
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I want to be an adventurer, or maybe I always have been one and just want to do more. How do I know it, how did I figure it out? I think right now I’m measuring it against my two most recent regrets, encountered on a trip to kauai:
- I regret not jumping into this river (or off of this waterfall, depending on your perspective) and only filming my brother in law doing it. It didn’t even strike me at the time, and only later did I figure it out, and now I’ve missed the opportunity:
- I regret not doing a drift dive following the two boat dives I did while on vacation. I felt guilty about signing up for another dive and leaving my family for a day, so I didn’t do it; but now i feel I’ve really missed something.
These may sound like strange regrets to some, but I find myself seriously bummed out by them. This is not to say that I didn’t have fun with my family on my vacation, because I did; I just think I came up a bit short of where I could have, personally. I’m pretty sure this isn’t a midlife crisis, because this is kind of a long standing problem, and I think it’s just a symptom of the fact that I want to be an adventurer. So I’m re-purposing my blog to talk about that.
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June 8, 2011
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Ipswich Harbor from the Salthouse
I mentioned a couple posts ago that I was on my way to the UK. I was recently in Ipswich, England for business. Here’re the sorts of things I saw! Really, it’s quite a small place (relative to something like London, anyways). I just went for a little walks near the harbor where I was staying. It’s an old commercial port which is steadily being modernized/reclaimed as less commercial more people-friendly area. Apartments, restaurants and a collage campus are all taking residence there.
I made two trips. On the first trip, my last night there saw a regional darby between Ipswich Town FC and Norwich City FC. Fierce rivals. 30,000 people showed up for this match that Norwich eventually won 5-1. With the win, Norwich moved up into the Premier league. I tried very very hard to get myself a ticket for it, but the ticket lady at the ticket office wouldn’t sell it to me because I’d never bought tickets from them before. With no history, she couldn’t guarantee that I was a Norwich supporter or an Ipswich supporter, and she wouldn’t budge. This match was in Norwich last year, and I guess they had… problems? I was depressed walking away from the stadium as I heard the reaction to Norwich’s first goal.
On my second trip, I arrived on the final day for the Premiership. I could have wandered over to get tickets for West Ham vs. Sunderland in London, but decided I was too damn tired after getting off the plane and still needing to get myself to Ipswich on the train. On our way out, we drove from Ipswich to Heathrow. The route took us right by Wembley stadium… the day before the UEFA Champions League final between Man U and Barcelona. I almost got them to pull over and drop me off and switch my flight, right there. Would have been awesome, Barca played a flawless match, but it would likely have been impossible to get tickets.
Anyways, now I’m rambling. Here are a few select shots from the visit.