We woke up pretty early and it looked like we were going to get a good start on the day… until the adventures began.
We broke camp fairly quickly. Packed up the tent, made breakfast, loaded up the bikes, and figured out what we were going to do with the still-damp clothing from last night (more on that later). While we did this, the girls played with the neighboring tent’s kids (a single mom out with her 5 kids). At some point during our packing, Sophie came over with one of the neighbor kids and asked to go to the playground. The playground was about 50 meters away from our tent, but behind some trees and caravans, so we couldn’t see it. It seemed harmless enough, so I said she could.
We had already attempted to leave several times, but had been held up by my thesis (I needed to get a draft in to my supervisor before we headed out). We also didn’t leave once because of the rain. Finally, however, we decided to give it a go. We had packed the night before (a must do) and were all ready to go (after finishing cleaning the house) around 10:00 AM. The forecast predicted some showers around 11:00 lasting for about an hour, with sunshine for the rest of the day.
As we chatted with the neighbors about the trip, as we finished attaching the last of the panniers on the bikes, it started to lightly rain. Not so bad. The neighbors snapped a pic and we were off. ...
Moving to Cambridge meant leaving a lot of things behind. All the things you accumulate over five years of marriage.
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Here are a bunch of pictures of our cycling adventures in Cambridge!
As we finished loading the kids up into the trailer, our neighbor stepped out and we casually chatted with her for a moment before heading off. She asked where we were heading, we told her that we were riding to Audley End for the afternoon. Her reaction is characteristic of many when we tell them where and how far we’re riding—and Audley End is a relatively short ride!
The outdoor world makes something of the tripartite typology of fun (see here). These are highly subjective, so I'll give it to you as we use it.
Type I fun is always fun. It is fun while you do it and it is fun when you remember it. This might be an easy hike, a leisurely bike ride, or eating ice cream. But it could also be something more strenuous, but where everything goes according to plan.
Type II fun is not fun while you do it, but upon reflection, you think: "Nah, that wasn't so bad." Maybe it was a little bit adventurous. Perhaps a little risky. Something, perhaps, went wrong. But it wasn't catastrophic; no one was hospitalized and SAR wasn't deployed.
Type III fun... I can't comment on because we've yet to experience it. Aside from raising children.
This was a Type II fun trip.
Every kid has a face. Literally. But some kids have faces they make. The above picture is known as the 'surprised face' and is a Sophie classic.
We booked a stop over in Inchon, South Korea...
Jutting out of the south end of Da Nang are five little mountains. Despite being relatively short, they seem to have a unique prominence, as they protrude out of the coastal plain not much more than 500 meters from the ocean. Surrounding the mountains are buildings--in some places running right up to the edge of the mountains, surrounding them--adding to their strange prominence.
Overlooking Da Nang stands the 72 meter statue of Lady Buddha. Nestled on the side of Monkey Mountain, the white marbled statue is referred to as The Female Buddha, The Goddess of Mercy, The Emotional Rescuer, and The Jewel in The Lotus.
We're trying desperately to catch up on our posts--so the next few will be predominately photos. Hope you don't mind. Here are a bunch of pictures from the tourist trap of Hoi An. It was beautiful (probably why it is such a tourist trap). Hoi An is also a UNESCO World Heritage Site and is supposed to be pretty close to what ancient Southeast Asian port cities would have looked like long ago. Minus the gaggles of white folks and merchants selling souvenirs, I suppose. Without further ado, the pictures:
Continuing on our way up to Sa Pa, we stayed a couple days in Da Nang. Super hot, but way beautiful! That was the first time I had been to a beach with palm trees, smooth white sand and beautiful aqua waters. Just like you see out of those tropical paradise calendars. We stayed at The Finger Hotel --giggle, giggle. Why it's called that, I have no idea. I'll leave that up to your own imagination. The staff there were super nice and most spoke Engish very well. Sophie was a fan amongst most of them.