Where I've been....

That's me on the left without me Mr. Junk costume. It was summer time you see, 2006, a glorious day and my second time in M's (Paul's M) favourite place. Rockport, ME. I feel I can use the word quaint to describe this little gem of a place- as the yanks use it plenty when visiting our old sod.

After some time spent whiling away the afternoon, pointing towards a wooden shack on a nearby beach, you know the ones like from that Julia Roberts flic, where her husband has her keep the place in proper order?-D (who took this photo), informed me that the house in question belonged to none other than ___________, the man who invented the flusher for the toilet-as we know it. Least I think it was the toilet. A good story. Then, what became a tradition for me (my second time), M stopped at her favourite shrimp sandwich restaurant on the way back home. Divine. Thanks M. Looking forward to my third shrimp sandwich.

After a brief stay in Burlington with my hosts, D left me to the half way point- ("the set down/pick up point"), between Burlington, MA and Montpelier, VT-New Hampshire I think it was. They were allowed to smoke in the restaurants there. This trip gave D the chance to test drive Paul's "Chuc mobile", an Audi something or other. I've no idea of the speed he did on the way back, for I was busy concerning myself with the New Hampshire booze prices. They have a duty free kinda thing going on between states. So there you are.

How and ever, once safely back in Montpelier with an old mucker Mo-ritz, from my days spent at Western Washington Univeristy, I stayed with his goodself & Emma, and promptly visited Thunder road. That was an experience alright.

The next day I rode back saddle on Mo's motorbike up to an airport outside Montpelier where thousands of avid motorcyclists had assembled in order to show off their rides (bikes in North America) -well, actually to snail, convoy style, through several villages before reaching the Mansion house in Montpelier, where they'd dump all their donated toys for the less fortunate children. "Toy run", I think they call it. I made for Montreal, stayed with a friend I'd originally knocked about with in Helsinki years earlier.