Monday, June 18, 2012

Of Uisge Beatha and such

As some of you Ladies and Gentlemen may know, whisky is near and dear to my heart, and especially my tummy, so to say. Therfore it has long been a dream of mine to venture to Scotland for a proper "Tour de Whisky", most likely with a few like-minded fellows. (Some of you might remember I have done a Tour de Whiskey in Ireland, and hope to make Tour de Bourbon in the U.S. of A. some day...) Plans have been made and discarded, but this time we actually managed to gather a group, stick to the plan, and purchase travel tickets! Our destination was The Isle of Islay, that modern-day mecca for those of us who like our uisge strong, smokey and peaty! Islay is a rather small island in the far west of Scotland, yet boasts 8 functioning distilleries, and even more mothballed ones. Here are my impressions gathered during the trip, with a wide variety of operators and management styles, as well as selection available at the Distillery Shoppes.

Best architecture & grounds: Ardbeg
Very nice compound & grounds, and shoppe/cafe area.
Also the most fun attitude with Islay-lympics &c.

Best bar: Bowmore
Upstairs from the Shoppe, a nicely sleek & modern
pub with amazingly blue ocean view!

Kindest staff: Bruichladdich
We got here after they had closed, but the staff gave me
a 2 dl bottle for free :)

Best name. Nomen est omen.
Got here too late, as well. Not much of a store or selection,
would have been nice to tour a little bit.

Least attractive experience: Caol Ila
Meh.

Best surprise: Jura
Great little Shoppe with great selection and generous pouring policy.
Also the furthest distillery from anywhere else.

Best attitude: Kilchoman, Ardbeg
Keep it small, local, and uncompromised, Kilchoman!

Best lounge: Lagavulin
A great, wood-paneled surpise, an old-fashioned Gentleman's Library tucked
away in otherwise so masonry-heavy environment.

Best shore view: Laphroaig
Sitting on the pier, this view was my favourite.

If I find the resources and/or time, I will write up more raportage later on. And of course, it might be time to start planning that Bourbon-trip to the Colonies, now!

Slainte Mhath!
Paddlewick, Esq, Society Whisky Connoseur


























Sunday, March 11, 2012

Ötztal Tales

 Ötz Valley, home of Ötzi

 Greetings, Ladies & Gentlemen!
This is a tale of Alpine skiing vacation. Last autumn my colleague Mr. Tribelet started to organize an Alpine holyday, and inquiered if I wanted to join him & his friends for some fresh air & hot fondue. As an avid alpine-skier and Glühwine connoseur, I naturally accepted the offer. Thus we found ourselves one fine Saturday morning at the Zeppelin-port of Helsinki, heading towards Innsbruck, Australia. Some time later, we rode into the town of Sölden, close to the Italian border, and checked into our guesthouse...

 Views from the Valley

The first day was just to acclimatize to the 1300+ m height, nearly mile high. We checked some shops and restaurants, then retired to the Hotel for some card-games, local weissbier, and of course some shut-eye for the next day's travails...

 View from the balcony





Nice, sunny morning views from the balcony

Next morning, after a hearty German-style breakfast, we headed to the ski-shoppes ( I had to rent me some skis and boots), and then started our long ascend to 3300 metres! It took about four different skilifts & gondolas, but finally we got there!



Halfway there, at Rothcogljoch (or somesuch), the final destination just off the upper left corner.

 The view from Schwarzcogl (?). I like the layers of weather and climate made possible by some 2000 vertical metres, something I am not accustomed to in the southern finnish flatlands!
 Mr. Lochhead, Ms. Hippie, and Mr. Tribelet
somewhere up there, where eagles do not dare.


 
The photo on the left is looking down over the glacier's edge, towards a gondola's lower station. Most of the days we were able to find nice powder over here. Some of the other peaks were icier or rockier.

My stunt-double, Mr. Tribelet. The tracks on the right are mine.
Taken at the upper red arrow in the above picture.


Well, we immediately settled to our routine: brekky at 07:30 am, head out by 08:30, ski until 15-16:00 PM, convene at a piste-bar for a refresher, shoot down the rest of the narrow, bumpy, bottle-neck of a piste/transfer route to the village for apres-ski & dinner, with games & cocktails at the HQ. Rinse & repeat the next day.

The village itself was nothing special. A fairly modern & touristy version of an alpine village. Not ugly-modern, but nowhere near quaint-cute either.

 Olde and moderne architectural details in the village.
Really nice woodwork, one must say!


 Koala at Tiefenbachkogl.

Mr. Lochhead taking a photographikcs.

For those about to rock, I salute you!

 Top of the World, Mum!

 Ski, eat, drink. Such a basic holiday, but it is a concept that works well, and draws in a lot of crowds every winter to these sun and snow bleached peaks! Overall a very good hollyday with pleasant people. And only one collarbone and one thumb damaged, but that is only par for the course! (Or as the colonials like to say, 'No pain, no game!'). I learnt some powder skills, but still have a lot more to learn. That will be a goal for next winter's holiday, which I am already looking forward to!!

Until next time, keep on exploring! Ta ta!
Paddlewick, Esq. / Society Powder Research Team








Thursday, October 06, 2011

Western Colonies by Horse and Buggy

Greetings, Gentlemen and Ladies!

This Autumn yours truly was due to visit Friends & Family in the Colonies. As I arranged for the usual journey to Seattle, I began to dream of a longer expedition, namely one down the West Coast, towards the Sun and the Sand! At first I thought perhaps San Francisco would be a suitable destination, as I had so far failed to visit the fair city. However, after I enquired some of my Scandinavian friends, if any of them would be interested in and available for a bonhomie trip, my plans began to evolve. Mr. Tribelet agreed to join me, for he could strike two birds with one stone: visit his student-time host family in the Montana Territories, and ride down an "epique" Road-Trippe, the whole length of the West Coast of the United States! For our plan eventually reached the logical conclusion, that we should take a flying start from North of the Border, Vancouver, and ride on down South of the Border, Tijuana (not Taco Bell, mind you). That started to look like a respectable stretch of road by any-ones standards, and yet we did not have unlimited time in our (hour) hands. Thus we put Jeeves on task to solve the logistickal side, while we plotted which breweries & distilleries we would like to get to know along the way!

But, before i get to the hundreds of Photo-Graphics, here are a few sketches from the Journey:

Seattle, taken from a ferry crossing ye Puget Sound. Not pictured:
two Coast Guard boats with mounted machine guns, escorting &
protecting the Ferry, lest some Terrorists had the idea to mark
the 10th anniversary with some additional Fire Works! The ferry
ride is always nice, as the approach into Seattle is one of the
greatest urban views that I know...


Tacoma: I sailed here with my Father, from his estate on the Reserve
in Suquamish. Our destination that day was the Museum of Glass,
which is there because the influence and fame of Mr. Dale Chihuly,
a Tacoma native/resident. The Museum is nice, and it has greatly
revitalized the previously run-down Tacoma waterfront. Well worth
the visit. The sea-voyage up and down the Puget Sound was also
nice and sunny. One could see a huge wild-fire in the Olympic
Mountains...


Ye Big Apple. We got to enjoy a day of ridicilous rain, and I finally
had to bow in and buy myself a brolly. I quickly proceeded to leave
it behind in a Moving-pictures Theatre, forgetful as I am! But I was
not the only one, so to limit my foul upset mood, I picked up some-one
else's more expensive brolly from the same theatre. What goes around,
comes around, I reckon. The next day was nicer, and we met with Signore
Forte & Lady Barbara at the new High Line, a mile-long park snaking
it's way through west side of Manhattan on long-abandoned elevated
rail tracks. A splendid idea and great execution, New Yorkers! The
evening was capped with meeting an old Rome colleague Mr. Matt,
and playing Amusement-Games in goode olde Hipsterburg. Oh,
and hearty Thank-Yous to Ms. Tiia & Mr. Kiran for the
accommodations!!


More to follow at a later time. Until then, enjoy the 'fall foliage', and do not forget a good dram o' whiskey!

Ta ta,
Paddlewick, Society Coastal Expedition Expert & Coordinator

Tuesday, September 06, 2011

DLGOTS,

Recent Mozambique expedition qualified success. Stop.
Revisit may be required. Stop.
Thus, raportage delayed. Stop.
In the meanwhile, do enjoy some morally upright and civilized musical entertainment:

Saturday, May 21, 2011

DL&GotS,

Having recently finished a Society Heritage Survey, and having been repeatedly chided by certain unnamed officials of the society to release an abstract of the eventual report, we dutifully present to you:

Annual Heritage Survey #37, Occident, Balkan subsection, synopsis of travel notes

- Note to self: do not confuse Geneva and Genova. The Consequences are irksome and require workarounds.

















- Frankfurt-am-Main is much livelier a city than travelers credit it for, even if the locals seem to have an odd penchant for glaring lighting. The river parklands are most excellent for a lazy sunday stroll (which we must skip in our hurry), and cultural currents seem to have blessed the polis with a healthy trade in worldly delights.





















- Tirana, Albania. Recent troubles and strifes, politickal and economickal, are evident in the nature of the bustle and the numerous archytechtural skellingtons; renovations now proceed, most visible around the main square. Overloaded conveyances, mounds of rubble or trash, indefinitely paused projects, and people making their living as they best can remind us of the Far East. The people are polite and gently curious without intruding; traders ply with courtesy; countryfolk help the waylost wanderers without hidden designs. A learned gentleman treats the delegacy to meal and entertainment, refusing to hear about compensation. (He has, naturally, been invited to speek at the next Introdus of Auspicious Acquaintances.)

It pleases us to note that the Pelumbas caves have been conserved; certain scratchings on the walls are evident, but hopefully attention to the resource will erase such acts. Testudo marginata is observed in its natural habitat, quite self-sufficient and eager to get on with its personal matters.

Prices in Tirana and southern Albania are to be among the least irritating to the esteemed Treasurer of all locales of this survey. In particular, we must mention the bothersomely big lamb&offal platter, with all accruements, for a mere 6 coins.










- Shkoder, Albania. The bordertown phenomenon is evident in the Illyrian capital: the gentle manners of the southern countryman have been tweaked toward brusque and demanding by rich northern visitors, and their stolid nature makes the drivers of rented cabs fearsome hagglers. The only solution to exorbitant fees (and, indeed, continued travel) is to blend in
with some locals renting a whole cab; the prices magically reset toward the reasonable (but rarely occurring) bus ride.

The Rozafa castle is quite phenomenal; huge tracts of land lay atop a high hill, a strong position overlooking river and fertile valley. The Illyrians a couple of millennia ago, the Romans subsequently, and the Venetians lately must have appreciated the views. One is curiously reminded of the Viaborg battlements.


















- Kotor, Montenegro. Nestled at the end of a veritable fjord at the foot of steep mountains, watched by a overhanging fortress, this jewel of a town approaches perfection in all criteria. Note to treasurer: if the prices of real estate drop, secure the area as base of operations forthwith!

While encroached upon from the sides, the old walled town remains cozy and labyrinthine. Disneyesque influences do take root, as the occasional cruise ship docks, but have remained palatable. Back gates take one upon steep paths to the fortress, providing a worthwhile brisk morning's exercise to observe the views - and the hidden valley, the ruins of an old mountainside town, and the old inland road. Signs warning of precarious paths must be considered in all seriousness; yours truly successfully circumvented the hordes of basking snakes, but was forced to turn back as the path tilted vertical.











- Dubrovnik, Kroatia, has not been able to resist the disneysque, and is thus demoted despite the quite impressive old town. Pushy fishmongers, in particular, earn a negative note. That said, the small cafes on the rocks outside the fortress walls offer unique ambiance. Perhaps, were cruise ships to be blockaded, this site would earn its heritage marks again.














- Mostar, Bosnia. One can but wonder at the sniper perches atop the bouldered hills, the ammunition induced fissured in skeletal buildings, and the picturesque riverscape, diligently restored since the recent troubles. A certain eastern block mentality is evident in transport - let the traveler beware of overbooked omnibuses - and the heritage status is well exploited by artesans and purveyors at the most visited spots, but this gilding does not manage to distract from the sincere foundation.

Our accommodations in an Ottoman mansion leave us more satisfied than any other domicile during these travels. A note to other society ambassadors - avoid the suspicious tavern keeper near the station. He charges opportunistically.












- Split, Kroatia. While once again more tourist-infested than some of the other sites, and similar in size and frequentation to Dubrovnik, this town seems somehow more down-to-earth with its foreign influences; instead of pushy fishmongers baiting ambling cruise passengers, the old town is filled with regular and quite presenceworthy people enjoying dinner, cocquetailes, live music, and company. Various eras of construction have interleaved, leaving the architectural atmosphere disjointed in a pleasantly disjointed, puzzle-like way.


The Survey Team wishes to particularly thank the nameless conveyor of paper products for rides along the countryside, the Professor for meals and merriment, the people of Albania for being jolly good chaps, the towns of Kotor and Mostar for being jolly good burghs, and of course the incredibly efficacious Lady X, without whose organizatory skills such surveys would be but fevered dreams.




P.S. Found it necessary to acquire below kindjar, alleged by artesan to be damasqued with heritage ore carrying traces of Hasan-i Sabbah's blood. Submitted to Society Archivist. Apologies to Treasurer.