London, UK

Indeed this trip would mark some changed priorities for us. We had cancelled a planned trip to Italy in 2004 due to Lindsey's acceptance to Business School. Then we cancelled a purchased trip to New Zealand due to our move to Hawaii. At long last though, after 2 new jobs, a 4000 mile move, and an MBA, we were finally embarking on our trip to Europe. We were long overdue for an extended vacation.
They do have Starbucks in London (though a frappucino runs about $7) and we desperately needed it after some 28 hours of travel from Maui to LA to DC to London. Lindo had to survive a double redeye, while I managed to get some sleep in a Dallas motel in between flights.

Alaska

St. Andrews, New Brunswick, Canada

While visiting my parents cabin in Maine, we took a trip over the border to Canada to St. Andrews. This old cannon is pointed at the American coastline, it was a relic from the war of 1812, which pitted Canada (via the Brits) versus the U.S.

St Andrews is a quaint, sleepy little town of 2,000 on Passamaquoddy Bay off of the Bay of Fundy.

Above is the view of the Canadian coastline at sunset as seen from our cabin across the bay in the USA.

Paris, France

Costa Rica

Malolo Lailai Island, Fiji

After a week long drive from Boulder to Los Angeles, Lindso and I had tickets o Air Pacific to Fiji for our honeymoon. We arrived at LAX and checked in for our eleven pm flight, only to find that due to mechanical problems, it was delayed until one. Agghh, a 2 hour delay? We were tired already and were dreading this 10 hour flight, not being used to red eye overnight flights. The we saw people packing up and leaving the terminal, and when we looked again we realized the flight was delayed until 1pm tomorrow afternoon! I was outraged. I told the attendant that this was ridiculous and they needed to just get another plane. She smiled and said "Yes, we are getting another plane. It is flying here from Australia right now. We have no other planes in America."
They put us up in the Furama hotel for free, and we got on the plane the next day. Upon arrival in Nadi, the main city of Fiji, we had also missed the last boat to our destination island. No problem, they put us up in a decent hotel, and got us on the first boat the next day.
We arrived on little Malolo Lailai island, only 2.5 miles long and a half mile wide, at the Musket Cove resort. Upon arrival we were met by a friendly Fijian on a golf cart. She said we could have our choice of bure (cabin). I explained that we had opted for the cheapest lodging option the "Garden View" bure. She just smiled and said that the resort had some cancellations and we could have our pick of bure's. Cool! Oceanfront it is then. We settled into our spacious little bungalow located just fifty feet from the South Pacific.

We knew how we had gotten such luck. Fiji's government had been endangered by a civilian coup attempt just a few months earlier. This type of thing tends to scare off American tourists. But not Lindso and I! I researched the coup and found that it was relatively non-violent and limited to inter-government squabbling, there was no impending civil war, and the country was peaceful. So we took advantage of the post-coup discount and flew to Fiji!

Fiji was idyllic. I snorkled for the first time in my life and was shocked by the multitudes of colorful fish. We dove three times and saw some sharks. We drank Fiji Bitter at a circular bar that looked just like the one Tom Cruise worked at in Cocktail. We met retirees who lived aboard thier sailboats and sailed the world. I sipped real Kava with some locals on a tiny island next to ours. Loved it.

Chihuahua, Mexico

My coach Arturo (to my right) had been invited to speak at a road race in Chihuahua, Mexico, and he was driving down with his friend Gennaro (standing, to my left). I was interested in furnishing my apartment with inexpensive Rustico style furniture, and Arturo brought me along. We spent one night in Jaurez, just across the border from El Paso after a 10 hour drive in our rental truck. There we temporarily traded our truck for Arturo's friend Angel's Mexican-registered old beat-up pickup because one cannot take an American rental car any further than the border towns. Apparently cars cost more in Mexico than in America due to government taxes, and the Federales will not let you bring an American car south as they think you are trying to avoid the tax and sell it in Mexico. Crazy. Anyway, we drove our crappy pickup the further 4 hours to Chihuahua, where we stayed with Gennaro's family. I spent several hours haggling with several furniture store owners, and finally for less than $1000, I had purchased an entire apartments worth of bookshelves, nightstands, armoirs, and cabinets.
The next day we ran a 10k race, and I really sucked. I was tired from the travel, and felt crummy from drinking only Fanta, as I did not trust any Mexican water. I finished a distant 4th, but still won a hundred bucks. Arturo almost caught me!
Afterwards we started the drive back to Jaurez with the creaking old truck loaded with a ton of furniture. It soon died. We sat in the dark on the side of a Mexican highway. Finally someone stopped an offered us a ride in the back of his chicken truck. Arturo stayed with our truck, because if we abandoned it, there would be nothing left but a stripped shell by the time we returned. I think he had a machete under the seat. Gennaro and I hopped in the strangers truck. Somehow we convinced someone to tow it to a locked storage lot owned by a friend of Arturo (Arturo has friends everywhere in Mexico as I would come to find out). We unloaded our precious cargo, and left the truck there, dead. We boarded a bus to Jaurez. I slept the whole bus ride, but Arturo later told me that some M-16 toting Federales came on board the bus at one point to search for illegal aliens. Yes, believe it or not, Mexico has problems with illegal aliens too. Guatemalans, Hondurans, and El Salvadorans are always trying to sneak into Mexico to steal away high paying jobs from Mexican citizens. I guess they took one look at me and decided I probably was not from Central America.
Sometime around dawn we arrived in Juarez. Arturo explained to Angel that his pickup was dead and still in Chihuahua. As I do not understand Spanish, I'm not sure exactly how that conversation went, but it sounded like "Hey bud, your truck is a piece of crap, it died on us, we left it behind, thanks, see ya!". And then, we were off to Colorado in our shiny new rental truck, sans furniture.
It was several months before Arturo and I got back to Chihuahua, and found all our furniture fully intact, though set up in someones house and very much in use. I sensed some resentment from the poor fellow's wife as we unloaded her stuff from my chest and bookshelf, and carried away all of their (borrowed) furnishings. Surely after a couple months they must have thought "Ah, the gringo is never coming back for his stuff." I was sorry to disappoint them.

Manaus, Brazil

Manaus is a city I would not believe exists if I hadn't seen it myself. It is a city of 1.6 million people along the confluence of the Negro and Amazon rivers deep in the Brazilian rain forest.

I was here for the 1998 World Road Relays, my second time on this US team. Though I had been to Mexican border towns, this was my first real Latin American experience, and certainly my first jungle experience. The city is huge, hot, and humid. Along the riverbank I saw hundreds of tin roof huts where some of the poorest people I've ever seen were living. Naked children were jumping in the Amazon, while their older siblings were fishing for piranha by dangling chicken bones from a string. Apparently the piranha don't eat little children after all.

Above is the Teatro Amazonas, an opera house built in 1896. It is a notable landmark of Manaus, reflecting the massive wealth of the turn of the century rubber boom. It was such a shock to find so many people so far from any other civilization. The main form of transportation in and out of Manaus is the river, and via plane. No one would drive here through dense jungle.
The best part of our trip was an excursion up the river in a small flat boat. We stopped at a floating CHEVRON station in the middle of the river to fill up. We saw a pod of pink river dolphins swimming along side us for a bit. As we got over to the side of the huge river, we started turning up smaller and smaller tributaries, until finally the overgrowth of jungle overhead was so thick it seemed that night had fallen. Eventually we pulled alongside a ramshackle floating general store that seemed to be anchored to the trees. Inside were lots of native carvings for sale. I chose a working blowgun adorned with piranha teeth for a few dollars. They offered to sell me the poison to dip the darts in as well, but that seemed like a bit much. As soon as we disembarked at their floating store we were besieged by monkeys. They boarded our boat and commenced digging though purses and knapsacks looking for food, or items to hold hostage. While very cute, the mischievous buggers stole some hats and clothing from our group and retreated into the trees. I have no doubt that they brought the items back to the store after we left and were rewarded with food. Once everyone got over the monkey sneak attack, it was time for the big show. The store owners would dangle some meat hanging from a string tied to a long pole over the water in a large enclosed water pen. At first the pen seemed empty, then a 9 foot crocodile leaped a good six feet into the air to snatch at the meat! It was terrifying. I kept my arms and legs in the boat the whole way home and wondered how many little Brazilian boys disappeared while swimming.

Malmo, Sweden

I spent about two hours in Sweden. With a bunch of the guys from the US team, I took a high speed ferry from Copenhagen to Malmo, Sweden. We walked around the streets looking for the stereotypical Blonde Swedish Bikini Model. It was chilly, and there were few people on the streets. After an hour we stopped in a restuarant to get some lunch. We saw no blondes. Not a one. I took the below picture of my friend Gary with the only blonde we saw; on a billboard.

Copenhagen, Denmark

I flew from Dartmouth to Copenhagen, Denmark as part of Team USA for the World Road Relays. I was slated to race a 5 kilometer leg for the U.S. but I had strained a calf muscle earlier in the week and had to withdraw at the last moment. Still got a free trip to Europe and a lot of USA gear!
My recollection of Copenhagen is some pretty cobblestones, and a lot of well dressed business people walking around the city center. We took a boat ride on one of their canals, and also a short train trip to a castle north of Copenhagen.

Above is a picture of the Little Mermaid statue, apparently the most famous sight in the city.

Above that is me and Wilson Kipketer. Wilson was the greatest 800 meter runner in the world in the 1990's, and the following year, would break Sebastian Coe's venerable world record. When I saw him I thought, "gee that guy looks just like Wilson Kipketer!" Then after I thought about it, I knew that Kipketer is a Danish citizen, and since there absolutely zero black people in Denmark, it seemed reasonable that it could indeed be him. When I asked him if I could get a picture with him, he gave me a puzzled look. Thinking I had got the wrong guy, I asked him if he was Wilson Kipketer, the World Champ at 800? He got a big smile then, and was pleased that I had recognized him. How odd that he wouldnt be recognized by everyone. I mean, How many World Champ athletes could Denmark have?

Nagoya and Kyoto, Japan

In November I traveled back to Japan with a group of recent Ivy League grads to compete in an Ekiden, or Japanese version of a road-relay. Among our group were three of my Dartmouth classmates, Ted, Boups and Kai. We first traveled to Nagoya, the fourth largest city in Japan. It is a huge city of 2.2 million, located on the Pacific coast on central Honshū.

The top picture is the four of us at the Nagoya Castle. The castle was originally built in 1612, but was destroyed by American bombers in 1945, and has since been rebuilt. I did not know this until well ofter my visit. Japan is the first country Ive visited which has been largely destroyed by America during WWII. Though one might expect some lingering anti-American feeling over this, there was none to be found. The Japanese seem to have largely put the horrors of WWII behind them. On my previous visit to Fukuoka, my friend Dan took the train to nearby Nagasaki, and visited the memorial to those killed by the American atomic bomb dropped there in 1945. He said that people were very surprised to see an American there, and one elderly Japanese man, who spoke English, asked him what he thought of the memorial. Dan expressed his deep sorrow at what had happened in Nagasaki, and said he felt very embarrassed and uncomfortable being there. The Japanese man told him that it was alright, and that he was glad to see Dan there, and that hopefully such a thing would never happen again anywhere. Dan was very moved by his visit to the memorial.

We spent several days in Nagoya receiving phenomenally good hospitality from our Japanese hosts at Asahi Shimbun. We visited their newspaper headquarters and exchanged gifts. After our race they took us out for Karaoke and brought along two cases of Asahi beer on the metro, which they were shocked to see a bunch of skinny men polish off during the short ride. In the race itself, we were crushed by the majority of the Japanese collegiate teams. On our best day, perhaps our team could have finished 5th or 6th, and with all of us out of college, and no longer on our best form, we finished towards the back of the pack. The Japanese runners are extremely disciplined and hardworking.

After the race we traveled via Shinkansen (bullet train) to Kyoto. Kyoto was the capitol of Japan for 1100 years. There was some consideration by the United States of targeting Kyoto with an atomic bomb at the end of World War II, in the end it was decided to remove the city from the list of targets due to the "beauty of the city" and the city was spared conventional bombing as well. As a result, Kyoto is the only large Japanese city that still has an abundance of prewar buildings. We visited one of the most famous of them, the Golden Pavilion. Sadly, this too was burned down, but by a crazed monk in 1950. It is a recreation of the original, and is covered with pure gold leaf.

Fukuoka, Japan

I boarded a loooong flight from San Francisco to Osaka/Kansai Japan, and then on to Fukuoka. 11 hours, my longest flight ever. This is a big city of 1.5 million on the southernmost island of Japan, Kyushu. At the time I remember thinking that it was kind of the Japanese version of Miami. Although, at the time I had never been to Miami so what did I know.
Japan is some serious culture shock for someone who hasn't traveled much. Lots of lights, and traffic, and the signs are in indecipherable characters.

It was hot and rainy most days, but I got to visit some nice beaches.

I was in Fukuoka for the World University Games. I was running the Steeple, and this was my second US team, my first being only the week before when I was in England! Lots of travel this month.

I stayed in the well equipped athletes village with the rest of the team. The Japanese put on a great meet. They had lots of cultural events, taiko drumming, sumo exhibitions, origami. Just kidding on the last one. My friends Dan and Scott and I met the three Japanese girls pictured above and hung out with them one day. They invited us back to the apartment that one of them lived in with her family. It was neat to see how people live in Japan. The place had all the same amenities that any American apartment would have, except it was really, really small. The dining room table was only a foot off the ground, and everyone sat on the floor on mats. The whole two bedroom apartment couldn't have been more than 400 square feet. These were not poor people, this is just the tightly packed lifestyle the Japanese accept. Across from the apartment was a beautiful, serene Buddhist shrine in a small park. It didn't seem like a bad life, just a life in miniature.

Amsterdam, Netherlands

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.

Amsterdam is probably most famous for legalized marijuana and it's legal red-light district; perhaps explaining it's city symbol of XXX. You see these shields everywhere in town.

I think I really enjoyed Amsterdam, though it was several years ago now, and I recall being very tired from the bus ride, and that it rained a lot for the 24 hours I was there.

Oostend, Belgium

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.

Dublin and Killarney, Ireland

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.