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A Walk in the Woods by Bill Bryson

The paradox of the internet, maybe better described as its own internal battle, is that it has the potential to be both the medium for unprecedented communication and education whilst simultaneously aiding in the rapid diminishing of our attention spans and monopolisation of the way we communicate. Naturally with the wealth of freely available information on the internet many choose to seek out and use this to their benefit, but often the majority are content to funnel their clicks and views into a tiny number of websites (names such as Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and YouTube spring to mind). Not to completely discount any of these companies or the services they provide – I have found much artistic inspiration and many musical gems trawling the suggested tab of Instagram and investigating potentially interesting accounts – but for the most part they sap time and brain space for something superficial and essentially arbitrary in likes and followers.

It is surprising then that the subject of this post, the wonderful account of the ambitious undertaking to walk the 2,100+ mile journey along the Appalachian Trail, was found not only whilst I was sitting inside at a computer but on the website 4Chan. For many 4Chan will be synonymous with right-wing Trump lovers, famed for their brand of ‘weaponised autism’ that has so often landed the website in controversy, frequently to the detriment of those who seek to expose or mock its users who remain anonymous when posting on the various boards of the site. Simply it is a message board, meaning its content and therefore reputation is entirely based on what is posted onto it, but I for one am glad that it escapes the clutches of PC culture and facilitates free speech, even if said speech can quickly slip into the hurling of derogatories. It was then on the ‘Travel’ board (/trv/) that I found myself scrolling, delving deeper than I would have liked to go and seemingly wasting time before I happened upon a thread on travelling the USA and its innumerable sites of natural beauty. There one user recommended the north east – Virginia, New Hampshire, etc. – and along with it some recommended reading; ‘A Walk In The Woods’ by Bill Bryson. Given my preexisting fascination with nature and hope to one day visit the national parks of north west America in states like Idaho, Wyoming and Washington, I didn’t need much convincing to buy the book.

A Walk in the Woods by Bill Bryson

As I mentioned, the book documents Mr. Bryson’s urge to take on the staggering challenge of walking the whole Appalachian Trail, which runs through fourteen US states from Georgia to Maine. His seemingly whimsical plan of action, considering how mammoth a task the AT proposes for even experienced hikers, gains another participant in the form of an old friend, Stephen Katz. Hilarity ensues as the two attempt to negotiate the various unique tests presented by living in a world of walking and wilderness, helped by their comedy which is steeped in sarcasm. I intend to read more of Bryson’s work and recently bought a copy of ‘Notes From a Small Island’ (a £1 charity shop bargain), the book which made his name in Britain and details his journey around the country. Residing in England for almost forty years (at the time the book was published it had been twenty years) undoubtedly shaped what must have already been a sharp wit, honing it further as he acclimatised to the British sense of humour.

In Bryson’s own words “You might have a great day [hiking], but it’s not an interesting thing to write about, let alone read.” – and he is of course right. Throughout the book I found myself thinking that many of the peaks and panoramas found along the trail must have been ‘you had to be there’ moments, despite the author’s best efforts at providing every detail of the view. In fairness Bryson does a good job of evoking the feelings that would be stirred in you had you been alongside him, but I’m sure he will freely admit that words don’t do full justice to the sheer beauty of the (mostly) untouched landscape on the east coast of America. To supplement this, Bryson provides many anecdotes and historical facts pertaining to the trail and various parts of the country it passes through, from important knowledge on how to survive a bear attack and the perils of hypothermia, to the often calamitous handling of the various national parks along the Appalachian Trail.

The book is fascinating, but more than anything it is entertaining. It is to Bryson’s credit that he finds the hilarity in every situation, and expresses it succinctly. You can’t help but warm to the mismatched coupling of he and Katz; they are seemingly unfit for the undertaking but nonetheless walk on and overcome the pitfalls that await them. It has awoken in me an urge to walk, to seek beautiful walks and hikes and countryside nearby me and to just go. Who knows, maybe one day I will follow in the footsteps of Bill Bryson and many others before him and attempt the same monumental challenge that he did. Most likely in the same slightly cynical yet optimistic way.

This book is a great example of exactly why I love the internet: a seemingly inane scroll of a message board led me to find much joy in the story of ‘A Walk in the Woods’ and ultimately impacted my life for years to come.

European Travel – Summer ’19 Part One: Paris

This summer I decided I wanted to finally realise a goal to travel around Europe and the many great cities it has to offer, an ambition I have long been holding onto. After living vicariously through a number of free spirit travel videos for so long and armed with ample funds from working at McDonald’s, it was time to plan the trip. Cities like Prague, Vienna and Budapest were at the top of my list and with knowledge gained from watching the amazing travel videos entitled ‘Vagrant Holiday’ on YouTube I knew of the company FlixBus – a coach company that offers 5 direct trips around Europe for only €99.

However after the mission turned from a solo to duo effort, with my good friend, Luke, agreeing to join me after he expressed interest in the holiday, we quickly changed tact. We reached a consensus that ditching coach travel for trains would be more convenient, comfortable and altogether easier, given that we could cross the channel on the Eurostar. With the Eurostar in mind, we bought Interrail passes, something that I had used before on a family holiday two years prior. Our passes were for seven separate days of travel across Europe, and as Interrail permits one outbound and inbound journey from and to your home country, we were able to include our Eurostar trip as part of the IR pass. With a change in transport, our destinations had to adapt. Unfortunately Budapest had to be put on hold, along with other more eastern European cities that I’d like to see, as going too far east would have made staying within the confines of our IR passes difficult. We decided that we’d get the Eurostar to Paris and begin our trip there.

Arriving in the French capital, we stepped off the sleek locomotive into the noise of Paris Gare Du Nord greeted by policemen carrying G36 rifles, or a variant thereof. Our hostel was around a 30 minute walk according to Google Maps so we decided to forego a taxi, or tackling the metro with which we weren’t yet familiar, to keep our spending low. We had enough clothes for the twelve days of travel and whatever other necessities we could cram into our backpacks. So in the early September heat we set off walking, lugging along this weight and following alongside a road abreast with cars and the belligerent drivers within them. We quickly noticed this particular area to be dirty, smelly, somewhat rundown and altogether unpleasant. Luke’s usually hurried pace fastened, coinciding with his strong feeling of nervousness which I too was harboring. Eventually however we arrived at the hostel: Auberge International des Jeunes, an agreeable hostel with comfortable beds and adequate bathroom facilities.

Auberge International des Jeunes – a shared 3 person room. (Sink and mirror also in room but out of frame)

In the time between arriving at the hostel and heading back out for central Paris we had killed a number of hours as it was now early evening. With little direction, a constant theme for the holiday, we walked pass the Place de la Bastille and onto the perimeter of Notre-Dame, an unfortunate sight limited by the guarded border as a result of the disastrous fire that ravaged it earlier this year. As anyone used to colder climes will agree, often just being in a warmer country is a treat in itself and although a city as awash with beauty and culture as Paris is, we didn’t find ourselves in any immediate rush to indulge in it. Instead the evening was spent walking; loosening up after a day of travel. We wandered the Parisian streets, now bathed in golden sunlight, before retiring for the night.

The next day we arose, well rested and prepared to properly begin the holiday. Breakfast at the hostel was included – consisting of a choice of hot drink, french bread, orange juice and a small madeleine-like sponge – so we ate and left for the day, stepping out into blistering heat. Again we walked, still apprehensive towards foreign public transport, to our destination of central Paris. The streets were busy, filled with people who all seemed to know where they were going and were going there quickly. For me the most intimidating thing about being a tourist is being obviously recognisable as one, especially in a staunchly proud cultural country like France. Although I’m sure local Parisians have become accustomed to the large number of visitors in their city, I couldn’t shake this feeling. Walking was maybe not a wise option on this day; it was 30 degrees Celsius but the city air must have been creating a micro-climate because it felt closer to 35. By the time we were nearing the 1st arrondissement my attempts at maintaining good personal hygiene and odour were being severely undermined.

A man waits for his bus – shot on the Canon AV-1.

Prior to this summer it had been 8 years since I last visited Paris. I had already seen all of the big tourist attractions, but for Luke’s benefit (I can’t recall if he’d visited Paris before or not) we went to the most visited sites; the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, etc. On the way I unsheathed my new camera; the Canon AV-1, a cheap 35mm film affair which I’m sure I will talk about in more length when I have more experience with it. Given that we would be traversing much of the cities visited on foot, I wanted to capture the frequent, vibrant street scenes that would be presented to me. We reached the tourist haven of the area surrounding the Eiffel Tower, and first went to the Louvre museum courtyard, choosing not to actually enter the museum for the sake of our bank accounts and limited time in the city. Then to the Eiffel Tower itself, or at least the park surrounding it, to admire its iron girdered elegance, simultaneously avoiding the pestering advances of ‘looky-looky’ men (knock off souvenir sellers) which bestrew the area. After this it was decided that lunch was in order, all that walking had depleted much needed energy. We went off in search of an appropriate establishment and settled on the very traditional French cuisine of pizza.

After lunch we headed for Montmartre and ended up sitting in the sun upon the great hill, resting our now full stomachs. We spent enough time here to catch the sun in places we had missed with sun-cream, but eventually got round to planning our next move. In all honesty we just didn’t have the energy to do much, the frantic pace of Paris accompanied with the draining heat was a sucker punch we couldn’t contend with. I suggested that wherever we went next we should not walk, but figure out what public transport we could use. Luke looked up the necessary information and we decided to use the metro to get back to the hostel. The Paris metro is reminiscent of a slightly run down fairground ride. The train moves at what feels like an unsafe speed whilst making a piercing shrill shriek and pulls abruptly into stations, not stopping before opening its doors. It matches the mood of the city and together the frantic train and passengers create a sort of hurried dance. Either way it got us to the cool, shady respite of our hostel.

Later that evening we went back out for a delicious meal of steak in a local restaurant followed by a walk around the quieter streets surrounding the area. The cool evening air was lovely and if we had had more time there I would have liked to explore more of Paris in the evening and at night. Instead we turned in for the night, needing to wake up at 6 am the following morning to catch our train out of the French capital. Overall I am in no rush to return to Paris. It was busy, hot, crowded and noisy, and didn’t offer us many redeeming features other than good food and slightly tanned skin. Up early the next day we packed our things and left, reaching Paris Gare de l’Est via the metro in time for our packed train to the south German city of Frankfurt.

Thank you for reading and be sure to look out for the next travel post on our visit to Frankfurt. Rob.

Hello! Welcome to my blog

Starting is always the hardest thing to do. An idea can stay burrowed away in a dark recess of the mind for a long time, but eventually it fights to get out. For a long time this blog was just an idea, partially formed and waiting to be fully realised, only if I stopped giving myself reasons not to. “The secret of getting ahead is getting started” – a famous quote by the American author Mark Twain rings ever-true for just about anything, and it motivates me to do the most difficult things in life. Thankfully I set up this blog for fun and not as any particular challenge, other than to put the fun back into writing for myself and explore a few interesting ideas at the same time.

I have previously written a blog many years ago, writing mostly about photography and showcasing some of my own photographs. Unfortunately I allowed the blog to stagnate and eventually abandoned it altogether just before another year of web hosting fees were due. It is something I regretted slightly as after some months passed I received email notifications of people who had left comments on some of the posts expressing genuine interest and feedback. I have wondered what may have happened if I had continued with the blog, but it is part of what has lead to creating a new one.

So what can you expect to see on the website, and why shouldn’t you just click off right now? Well I’m guessing if you’re curious enough to look for WordPress websites in 2019, you’re patient enough to give me and my sub-par writing a chance, so I encourage you to look around. As for content, my main passions revolve around music, photography and nature/the outdoors. I am currently studying a degree in Horticulture and so will be sharing some of the contents and results of my studies, hopefully to give an insight into the course itself and also some useful practical information. I feel it’s important to note that this is just a welcome, an introduction, a beginning, there is so much more to come and I am excited to see what this can grow into. I hope you will join me!

Well that’s it. You and I have both made it to the end of this short body of text. Fairly painless wasn’t it? Hopefully you agree and will consider sticking around, I’d greatly appreciate it. As the name of the website suggests, this blog is ultimately more about the process of creation, thinking and writing, rather than just the product it can bring. I hope through this we can both learn something.

A warm welcome to you and thank you for reading, Rob.