
After riding a bus across the English Channel and the length of Belgium and half of Holland, I arrived in Amsterdam. Amsterdam can legitimately be called a "Venice of the North" as it has canals throughout the city.
After riding a bus across the English Channel and the length of Belgium and half of Holland, I arrived in Amsterdam. Amsterdam can legitimately be called a "Venice of the North" as it has canals throughout the city.
I took a bus from London, which came to Dover and then drove onto a boat, which then chugged adross the English Channel, disembarked at the port of Oostende, Belgium and drove off across the Belgian countryside to the Netherlands border. The whole journey took place at night, so this is what I saw of Belgium.
In the summer of 1992 I travelled to Ireland and England as part of a combined Dartmouth and Brown University Track trip. In Ireland we raced a meet at Trinity College in Dublin. The above photos are from outside their track facility and clubhouse. Coach Lananna had informed us there would be absolutely no alcohol on this trip as it was strictly forbidden on school sponsored trips. We were greatly relieved to find out this was mere lip service when our Irish hosts rolled out a half dozen kegs of Guinness on our first afternoon in the country! The rest of this two week long trip is a haze of being a 19 year old in a for off land of Guinness and Strongbow cider and antique cherry wood lined pubs.
After our time in Dublin, we took a bus ride around the scenic Ring of Kerry. Ireland sure is green. I can't claim to have taken the above picture. I was a novice at using a camera, and after taking two whole rolls of film in Ireland, I discovered that I had hit the wrong button when loading the film and had actually rewound all the film. I got zero pictures.