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2023.06.07 18:18 Federal-Opportunity5 27[m4f] staying in Maltepe in Turkey. Anyone near?
Traveling here for a week. Looking to slip into something. Staying in Maltepe at a hotel in the area.
I’m sharing a hotel room with someone so I can not host.
Looking around same age range. Honestly anything between 20-40.
Not here for the sights just the thighs LOL.
If you want to message me feel free to. If you are staying near by hopefully it’s somewhere close LOL if it’s at the same hotel then GIIIRL it’s meant to be.
Loving everything about it here. Hope to start off with a cool conversation and get into it.
If you like working out my hotel has a gym and I need a partner for the time being.
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I’m sharing a hotel room with someone so I can not host.
Looking around same age range. Honestly anything between 20-40.
Not here for the sights just the thighs LOL.
If you want to message me feel free to. If you are staying near by hopefully it’s somewhere close LOL if it’s at the same hotel then GIIIRL it’s meant to be.
Loving everything about it here. Hope to start off with a cool conversation and get into it.
If you like working out my hotel has a gym and I need a partner for the time being.
2023.06.07 18:16 TarbusCavarus [RF] Uncle Jim
Prologue
As the end of autumn approached, the chill of morning and evening began to cut through like a hunting knife. Through the tanker's windshield, the driver could see a woman wearing a knitted scarf and a blanket on her shoulders. She had sat down in the middle of the road and was howling long and heart-wrenching like a lament. Passers-by looked at her with horror, surprise, or contempt. When a lady in a fur coat approached her to inquire, the unfortunate woman began to roll on the ground, thrashing about like a rolling log heading down the valley, and screaming with even greater force and deeper sorrow, so loud that it could be heard all the way to the shire, after which she stopped in a sob, crying quietly like the water of a lowland spring. She was Uncle Jim's eldest daughter.
Part I
Mr. and Mrs. Axelton were two retirees with charitable souls. They had the sign of charity burning on the soles of their dusty, second-hand shoes, laced up with shoelaces they got from the thrift store. They brought a bag of beans for the dog, bananas for the children, bread, bologna, and mustard for the homeless - lost souls from the outskirts of the city. They entered the basement of an abandoned building through labyrinthine paths surrounded by plywood and wrought iron fences. The building was marked with a red dot.
Around an improvised brick stove, illegally connected to the neighbourhood’s electricity network, sat Uncle Jim, Melissa, the children, and Baxter, opening cans of food received from a philanthropic organization. Baxter was a small mongrel with blue-blooded hunting dog lineage, who always hovered around Jim and helped him beg. Mrs. Axelton felt more compassion for the dog than for the family without a penny.
Jim spent his days in front of the Metropolitan Cathedral with Googie Gums, Mr. Blondey, Fane Fairfax, and Tane Cuthbert. They lived as best they could. On the drier days, they humbly lined up behind the priests, praying for them to give them something from the charity box. In the evenings, they opened a cheap two-litter bottle of beer, played backgammon, talked about the fate of the country, football, and the apocalypse.
One spring afternoon, a benevolent gentleman took Jim aside, treated him royally, and offered him an impossible-to-refuse deal. He handed him two thousand five hundred lei in cash, for which all he had to do was sign some blank documents. At that time, it was a good sum of money. Jim thought that luck had fallen upon him like a huge wheel of cheese, so he immediately accepted, without hesitation. With the money, he bought new clothes for Melissa, notebooks for the children, food, and drink in abundance.
At the beginning of the summer, a conflict erupted with Mr. Axelton over such an absurd issue that it would make customers of the "Tancredi Kingsley Jr." brewery doubt the honesty of the storyteller. Mrs. Axelton, a sensitive and volunteer person, was involved in a campaign to save stray dogs who, without the dedication of people like her, would have ended up in miserable shelters on the outskirts of the city. Those who were up for adoption were taken off the streets, washed, vaccinated, and sent to their new owners.
Jane, a neighbour from the ghetto, had told Jim one evening while gossiping on the roadside that significant profits could be made from selling animals. Therefore, seeing the strange pensioner walking through the neighbourhood week after week taking care of stray dogs, the idea arose in his mind that these actions could only have mercantile and hidden purposes, from which he was unfairly excluded from sharing the profits.
Despite Axelton's explanation, treating him to a sausage roll and a coffee from the vending machine, Jim remained unchanged in his opinions, considering his neighbour guilty of greed. When he saw him coming out of the building or on his way to the grocery store, he shouted at him from the other side of the street to demand an explanation and followed him grumpily like an unhappy landlord who had not been paid rent for a long time. He had become a real nuisance on the head of our unfortunate citizen, who now found himself forced to make unimaginable detours from the exit of the building to the bus station just to avoid the annoying neighbour with whom he did not want to continue the confrontation.
Part II
Fortunately, an unexpected twist of fate spared Mr. Axelton from a steep climb up the confrontation ladder when Jim was unexpectedly summoned to the station by a local police officer. It turns out he had signed a mortgage without any collateral which he had no chance of repaying in this lifetime. He was charged with fraud and sent to the White Gate prison for five years. No one visited him. When he was released, after two and a half years of serving, he limped and had only a few teeth left in his mouth. It was as if he had aged ten years.
Meanwhile, Melissa had coupled up with Fane and had a child with him. They moved together to the Hopeless Heights, a neighbourhood built specifically for needy people, and Jim's children were sent to an orphanage. Baxter was taken in by a kind-hearted nobleman who loved animals and owned a seafood restaurant, entrusting him to a mute maid who walked him around the blocks three times a day. Sometimes, on summer days, dressed in a bathrobe and a pair of flip-flops, Sir. Hatchet Jenkins would come out with two other small dogs as big as cats who walked swaying like wind-up toys. He walked the streets like a traveling circus performer, but if anyone dared to mock him, he became so furious that he turned into a steam boiler, blowing heat through his nostrils and obscenities at his enemy, threatening to punch them, showing them the cane he would strike his heels with.
Uncle Jim first moved in front of St. Nicholas Church, where Father Murphy O'Malley served. He was a small man, always carrying a leather briefcase like a spy movie security agent, had a carefully groomed moustache, a gold watch and ring, and patent leather shoes. Everyone said he had the gift. He came to church in a luxury car. When he opened the door, he was greeted by a multitude of beggars, some of whom had come from neighbouring quarters, trying to kiss his hand and ask for coins. Jim didn't last long there, the competition was too high.
Lately, he had been experiencing more frequent headaches. He walked with a cane down the narrow street, swaying in the wind like a turnip pulled from the ground. I didn't think he would last much longer, but Uncle Jim had a survival instinct that most mortals lack. He stopped first at Mr. Axelton's, with whom he had made amends in the meantime, and asked for a pair of boots for the snowy weather and a packet of aspirin for his headache. He found an old fur hat with ears that had been thrown away and drank a cup of mulled wine, given as charity for the souls of the dead. Then, he found shelter in a cave under the ruins of an abandoned manor.
In the morning, he emerged from the ground like a contemporary Lazarus and sat next to the all-night convenience store near the Agriculture Department. On his way out, the kindest customers would always leave him something: a roll, a coin with the king's face on it, half a salami stick, a pair of socks, a cube of melted cheese, or a bottle of curdled milk. He had a yellow plastic bag in which he loaded all of his products. In the evening, when he returned to his lair, it was always full of wonders.
Epilogue
When spring arrived, Jim began to bloom like snowdrops. His teeth grew anew, made of copper, his hair turned green like grass, his eyes started to distinguish details with the precision of an eagle, his skin became as smooth as that of young boys, his arms became steel, his forehead raised, his thoughts became clear, and his vision became as clear as that of great wise men. It was rumoured that he was making so much money that he could move to a hotel. The last time I saw him was on a foggy April morning. He got into a taxi and disappeared into the smoke of history.
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As the end of autumn approached, the chill of morning and evening began to cut through like a hunting knife. Through the tanker's windshield, the driver could see a woman wearing a knitted scarf and a blanket on her shoulders. She had sat down in the middle of the road and was howling long and heart-wrenching like a lament. Passers-by looked at her with horror, surprise, or contempt. When a lady in a fur coat approached her to inquire, the unfortunate woman began to roll on the ground, thrashing about like a rolling log heading down the valley, and screaming with even greater force and deeper sorrow, so loud that it could be heard all the way to the shire, after which she stopped in a sob, crying quietly like the water of a lowland spring. She was Uncle Jim's eldest daughter.
Part I
Mr. and Mrs. Axelton were two retirees with charitable souls. They had the sign of charity burning on the soles of their dusty, second-hand shoes, laced up with shoelaces they got from the thrift store. They brought a bag of beans for the dog, bananas for the children, bread, bologna, and mustard for the homeless - lost souls from the outskirts of the city. They entered the basement of an abandoned building through labyrinthine paths surrounded by plywood and wrought iron fences. The building was marked with a red dot.
Around an improvised brick stove, illegally connected to the neighbourhood’s electricity network, sat Uncle Jim, Melissa, the children, and Baxter, opening cans of food received from a philanthropic organization. Baxter was a small mongrel with blue-blooded hunting dog lineage, who always hovered around Jim and helped him beg. Mrs. Axelton felt more compassion for the dog than for the family without a penny.
Jim spent his days in front of the Metropolitan Cathedral with Googie Gums, Mr. Blondey, Fane Fairfax, and Tane Cuthbert. They lived as best they could. On the drier days, they humbly lined up behind the priests, praying for them to give them something from the charity box. In the evenings, they opened a cheap two-litter bottle of beer, played backgammon, talked about the fate of the country, football, and the apocalypse.
One spring afternoon, a benevolent gentleman took Jim aside, treated him royally, and offered him an impossible-to-refuse deal. He handed him two thousand five hundred lei in cash, for which all he had to do was sign some blank documents. At that time, it was a good sum of money. Jim thought that luck had fallen upon him like a huge wheel of cheese, so he immediately accepted, without hesitation. With the money, he bought new clothes for Melissa, notebooks for the children, food, and drink in abundance.
At the beginning of the summer, a conflict erupted with Mr. Axelton over such an absurd issue that it would make customers of the "Tancredi Kingsley Jr." brewery doubt the honesty of the storyteller. Mrs. Axelton, a sensitive and volunteer person, was involved in a campaign to save stray dogs who, without the dedication of people like her, would have ended up in miserable shelters on the outskirts of the city. Those who were up for adoption were taken off the streets, washed, vaccinated, and sent to their new owners.
Jane, a neighbour from the ghetto, had told Jim one evening while gossiping on the roadside that significant profits could be made from selling animals. Therefore, seeing the strange pensioner walking through the neighbourhood week after week taking care of stray dogs, the idea arose in his mind that these actions could only have mercantile and hidden purposes, from which he was unfairly excluded from sharing the profits.
Despite Axelton's explanation, treating him to a sausage roll and a coffee from the vending machine, Jim remained unchanged in his opinions, considering his neighbour guilty of greed. When he saw him coming out of the building or on his way to the grocery store, he shouted at him from the other side of the street to demand an explanation and followed him grumpily like an unhappy landlord who had not been paid rent for a long time. He had become a real nuisance on the head of our unfortunate citizen, who now found himself forced to make unimaginable detours from the exit of the building to the bus station just to avoid the annoying neighbour with whom he did not want to continue the confrontation.
Part II
Fortunately, an unexpected twist of fate spared Mr. Axelton from a steep climb up the confrontation ladder when Jim was unexpectedly summoned to the station by a local police officer. It turns out he had signed a mortgage without any collateral which he had no chance of repaying in this lifetime. He was charged with fraud and sent to the White Gate prison for five years. No one visited him. When he was released, after two and a half years of serving, he limped and had only a few teeth left in his mouth. It was as if he had aged ten years.
Meanwhile, Melissa had coupled up with Fane and had a child with him. They moved together to the Hopeless Heights, a neighbourhood built specifically for needy people, and Jim's children were sent to an orphanage. Baxter was taken in by a kind-hearted nobleman who loved animals and owned a seafood restaurant, entrusting him to a mute maid who walked him around the blocks three times a day. Sometimes, on summer days, dressed in a bathrobe and a pair of flip-flops, Sir. Hatchet Jenkins would come out with two other small dogs as big as cats who walked swaying like wind-up toys. He walked the streets like a traveling circus performer, but if anyone dared to mock him, he became so furious that he turned into a steam boiler, blowing heat through his nostrils and obscenities at his enemy, threatening to punch them, showing them the cane he would strike his heels with.
Uncle Jim first moved in front of St. Nicholas Church, where Father Murphy O'Malley served. He was a small man, always carrying a leather briefcase like a spy movie security agent, had a carefully groomed moustache, a gold watch and ring, and patent leather shoes. Everyone said he had the gift. He came to church in a luxury car. When he opened the door, he was greeted by a multitude of beggars, some of whom had come from neighbouring quarters, trying to kiss his hand and ask for coins. Jim didn't last long there, the competition was too high.
Lately, he had been experiencing more frequent headaches. He walked with a cane down the narrow street, swaying in the wind like a turnip pulled from the ground. I didn't think he would last much longer, but Uncle Jim had a survival instinct that most mortals lack. He stopped first at Mr. Axelton's, with whom he had made amends in the meantime, and asked for a pair of boots for the snowy weather and a packet of aspirin for his headache. He found an old fur hat with ears that had been thrown away and drank a cup of mulled wine, given as charity for the souls of the dead. Then, he found shelter in a cave under the ruins of an abandoned manor.
In the morning, he emerged from the ground like a contemporary Lazarus and sat next to the all-night convenience store near the Agriculture Department. On his way out, the kindest customers would always leave him something: a roll, a coin with the king's face on it, half a salami stick, a pair of socks, a cube of melted cheese, or a bottle of curdled milk. He had a yellow plastic bag in which he loaded all of his products. In the evening, when he returned to his lair, it was always full of wonders.
Epilogue
When spring arrived, Jim began to bloom like snowdrops. His teeth grew anew, made of copper, his hair turned green like grass, his eyes started to distinguish details with the precision of an eagle, his skin became as smooth as that of young boys, his arms became steel, his forehead raised, his thoughts became clear, and his vision became as clear as that of great wise men. It was rumoured that he was making so much money that he could move to a hotel. The last time I saw him was on a foggy April morning. He got into a taxi and disappeared into the smoke of history.
2023.06.07 18:14 dannylightning Webcam always looks a little bit pixelated
When I record videos and post them to YouTube, especially when I have the webcam in a small window in the top corner it can often look a little bit pixelated camera, the other stuff on the screen doesn't seem to look that way.
I currently have the webcam running in 24 frames per second 4K, I have OBS set to run on 24 frames per second as well as far as the recording frame rate, I've also tried 30 and 60 so I finally decided hey I'm going to try 24 and see if that improves it and it really didn't
Now I don't notice this as much when playing it back on the computer or my phone but when I play it back on some screens or using the YouTube app on my television I can really see that pixelation and it's driving me nuts on the scene where I have the webcam small I right clicked on the webcam and that big long menu pops up and I found scaling and I've tried landscow and bi-cubic and everything else but it still seems to be a little because you like it so what's the deal with that??
My monitor is a 1080 monitor and if I run the webcam and 1080 for some reason it just doesn't look anywhere near as good so I really want to keep the webcam on 4K so when I go to full screen which I kind of do a lot that looks much nicer.
So what can I try to make the webcam look better, I did go into the custom settings set it up for Rex 709 and envy 12 and all that stuff so I've tried everything I can think of
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I currently have the webcam running in 24 frames per second 4K, I have OBS set to run on 24 frames per second as well as far as the recording frame rate, I've also tried 30 and 60 so I finally decided hey I'm going to try 24 and see if that improves it and it really didn't
Now I don't notice this as much when playing it back on the computer or my phone but when I play it back on some screens or using the YouTube app on my television I can really see that pixelation and it's driving me nuts on the scene where I have the webcam small I right clicked on the webcam and that big long menu pops up and I found scaling and I've tried landscow and bi-cubic and everything else but it still seems to be a little because you like it so what's the deal with that??
My monitor is a 1080 monitor and if I run the webcam and 1080 for some reason it just doesn't look anywhere near as good so I really want to keep the webcam on 4K so when I go to full screen which I kind of do a lot that looks much nicer.
So what can I try to make the webcam look better, I did go into the custom settings set it up for Rex 709 and envy 12 and all that stuff so I've tried everything I can think of
2023.06.07 18:14 HelenKellersBhole Project Clear and the future of River Des Peres, questions not answers.
Hey fam, I live near the river and without much rain this thing is stinking way more than normal. And that's fine, la nina or whatever, It's going to be dry this year, but it wont be dry for ever, etc..
However, I read a lot last night about the "river" because its now started to stink a little inside - not bad, but a little. There's tons of good historical narratives and stuff, but I'm finding some difficulty deciphering what the long term plan is. The army corps of engineers is involved but MSD isn't showing a finished report. I had a hard time finding MSD's plan, they kind of seem to be punting it to ACE. I'm under the impression they are "not pumping shit into the creek" any more, but it certainly doesn't smell like that.
There is also the watershed coalition which seems to be doing some cool watershed stuff, but nothing regarding the blatant stink.
My question is, what the hell is going on? Where can I find this information? And are there things on a personal or hyperlocal level I can do to initiate change?
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However, I read a lot last night about the "river" because its now started to stink a little inside - not bad, but a little. There's tons of good historical narratives and stuff, but I'm finding some difficulty deciphering what the long term plan is. The army corps of engineers is involved but MSD isn't showing a finished report. I had a hard time finding MSD's plan, they kind of seem to be punting it to ACE. I'm under the impression they are "not pumping shit into the creek" any more, but it certainly doesn't smell like that.
There is also the watershed coalition which seems to be doing some cool watershed stuff, but nothing regarding the blatant stink.
My question is, what the hell is going on? Where can I find this information? And are there things on a personal or hyperlocal level I can do to initiate change?
2023.06.07 18:10 coloradogal1 Detailed 12-Day Luxe Itinerary & Review
Hi all -
Since this sub was so helpful while planning my trip, I wanted to share my detailed 12-day itinerary, pricing and reviews for a luxe Bali trip. I lived there for three months 15 years ago on a student budget, so wanted to go back and experience it a bit differently.
Driver: I worked with Kadek at Pemuteran Menjangan Bali Transport. His prices were higher than a lot of other drivers, but of the drivers I reached out to prior to departure he was most responsive, easy to work with and made a ton of itinerary suggestions. His costs included all entrance fees, hiking guides, fast boat arrangements, as well as some lunches. Even though he was the most expensive driver I talked to, not having to plan out logistics every day and just hop in the car made the premium guide costs absolutely worth it in my mind. You can find him on TripAdvisor with the business name above, or I’m happy to share his whatsapp in a DM.
I had zero interest in riding a motor bike there, and saw at least one accident and someone at the airport who very distinctly looked like he had been part of a motor bike accident. Ironically, when we got home to the US we overheard someone at breakfast also talking about their friend who was involved in a motor bike accident in Bali.
High Level Agenda:
Ubud Bisma Eight, $1,100 USD for 4 nights including airport transit
Hotel impressions: This was a perfect mid-range priced hotel, central to the city center so a great place to walk around from, and probably had our favorite breakfasts during our stay. The vibe was modern, great views from the rooms and infinity pool, wonderful service. Absolutely would stay again.
Day 1 - Arrival / transit day, landed at 7pm, checked in around 9pm Day 2 - Ubud city center We planned this day just to wander around Ubud, lunch at Kafe, window shopping, bought some fruit at the art market. We intentionally avoided making plans this day, since we knew we’d want to acclimate and just enjoy walking around town. Day 3 - East Bali Tour with Kadek - 900k IDR per person including lunch, admissions, snorkeling tour * Snorkeling in Padangbai - Great snorkeling at two different spots * Tirta Gangga - Spent about 30 minutes wandering around the gardens, sitting down, enjoying the scenery. * Tukad Cepung Waterfall - Be prepared for lots of stairs, very cool waterfalls, def a “stand in line to take your photo” kind of experience but overall there weren’t too many people there while we were so didn’t have to wait too long. * Gates of Heaven - We opted NOT to do this, since we weren’t very interested in standing in a long line just for a manufactured photo opportunity. Day 4 - Mt Batur hike 1,050k IDR per person (cost also included hot springs, but we ended up skipping and just going back to Ubud to relax at the pool after the hike). Got socked in with clouds for sunrise, but honestly watching the clouds roll by was almost as enjoyable as a brilliant sunrise would have been. Hike is strenuous but doable, and you definitely want to hire a guide, since we heard at least one person getting harassed for not hiring a guide. Mixed feels on this, but overall it comes down to “respect the local customs and economy” for me. We were done and back to the hotel by 11 or so, and spent the afternoon relaxing by the pool and napping. Day 5 - Sites in and around Ubud, 795k with Kadek covering all admissions * Goa Gajah - Really cool temple that’s worth checking out to enjoy the peaceful atmosphere and old stone temple carvings. Since we did this first thing, we had the place to ourselves. Be sure to check out the caves tucked along the river. * Gunung Kawi Temple - If you only visit one temple, personally, I recommend this one. Lots of stairs but it is STUNNING and you just feel like you’re surrounded by nature and spirituality. Both this trip and when I lived there 15 years ago, it’s one of my favorite spots in all of Bali. * Tegalalang Rice Terrace - Cool to see, but definitely felt like too curated of an experience. Felt like an amusement park located in a rice terrace. * Checked into Mandapa around 2pm so we could enjoy the resort for the full afternoon
Mandapa Ritz Carlton - $1,700 USD for 2 nights
Hotel Impressions: Holy heck, if you have the ability to splurge, do not miss this resort. I have never felt so spoiled or relaxed in my life. The spa was incredible ($400 for 90 minutes couples massage), the free morning yoga overlooked the river, and the service was absolutely unparalleled. The team there would greet you by name, the attention to details with the room - it was absolute perfection and I don’t think I will ever enjoy a resort this much again. It’s a little more removed from city center, but the resort is so beautiful we didn’t really feel like leaving anyway.
Day 6 - Resort day. Yoga, breakfast, massages, pool day - After spending the previous several days doing day trips, we left this as a day to just spend time relaxing, and I’m so glad we did.
Day 7 - Transit from Ubud to Sanur, with shopping stops on the way (650k per person)
Mas (wood carving), Batuan Village (painting gallery), Celuk (gold and silver smith). We wanted to get to Sanur the day before our Nusa Penida trip so we didn’t have to worry about being in a rush to catch the fast boat to Nusa Penida, and I really wanted to do some shopping anyway so it worked out well.
Sanur Klumpu Resort for $158 - Really loved this small villa style resort. Funky architecture, a little less curated feeling than the other resorts we stayed at, and would make for a really great extended stay place close to Sanur beach.
Day 8 - Sanur beach and fast boat to Nusa Penida. Spent the morning walking the path along the beach, stopping for breakfast and coffee, and enjoying the vibes without having an itinerary. Caught one of the last boats to Nusa Penida so we could get there in time for the 3 pm check in at Maua Nusa Penida
Nusa Penida
Maua Nusa Penida - $500 USD for 2 nights. 1,450k IDR for fast boat, nusa penida transit to / from port and beach tour day trips, again all arranged by Kadek.
Hotel Impressions - Newer hotel in Nusa Penida that’s a bit far away from any action, but the hotel was so nice to spend time in we didn’t mind just hanging out there in our private pool and eating at some of their restaurants. They had a special Indonesian Buffet which was actually some of the best food we had there as far as taste and quality went.
Day 9 - Nusa Penida Beach Tour Spent the morning touring Angel Billabong, Broken Beach, Angel Billagong and lounging at Crystal Bay. The sites were absolutely stunning, got some good photos but the iconic beach spots were SO crowded that I’m not sure it was worth it. Crystal Bay was great - very few people at the beach, so this was a nice way to spend a couple hours swimming and enjoying the scenery. Spent the afternoon relaxing at the hotel.
Jimbaran Bay / Uluwatu
Four Seasons Jimbaran Bay, $2,400 USD for 2 nights
Hotel Impressions: We chose to end our visit to Bali here, closer to the airport. There’s a reason this is considered one of the best beach resorts in the world. The villas were older than Mandapa, but the gardens and views were just beautiful. We really enjoyed our time here relaxing, using their beach lounge facility, and wandering around the gardens. The food at Sundara was good - but not memorable. I’d probably stick to just cocktails and snacks there rather than doing a full higher end meal.
Day 10 - Morning transit from Nusa Penida to Four Seasons. The original plan had been to go to Uluwatu for the fire dance, but it was unfortunately sold out. This was a huge bummer since I’d really been looking forward to this part, but we went straight to the hotel and didn’t mind having the day to relax there.
Day 11 - Four seasons resort day
Day 12 - Departure. Spent the morning and afternoon lounging around the resort. Four Seasons were very generous with a 3pm check out, but were happy to let us use the facilities, spa, pools, etc as long as we wanted to since our flight wasn’t until 10pm.
What I loved * Mandapa. We only did two nights and we very strongly considered canceling our Sanur night and staying an extra day. Will absolutely be back for a longer stay. * Sanur - we only had one morning to mosey along the beach, but next time I go back, I would add in three days here with no plans other than just wandering around. It was also great staying at less of a resort and more of a boutique villa that was a great home base. * Gunung Kawi - I explored this temple the first time I was in Bali, and knew I needed to come back.
What I wish I’d done differently * More time just wandering. We did a great job planning out day trips and balancing those with resort days to just relax and decompress, which was a great balance. However, I do wish we’d had more time to just… wander. We had a couple days or mornings like this, and they ended up being some of our favorite days. * Nusa Penida - Maybe I would have liked this more if we actually snorkeled or went diving. I loved the hotel we stayed at, and I suppose I’m glad I’ve been, but the beach tours were just so crowded and spread apart. It was a long day for just a few minutes at each spot. Next time we return, I’m skipping Nusa Penida and would probably stick to Nusa Lembongon or Sanur.
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Since this sub was so helpful while planning my trip, I wanted to share my detailed 12-day itinerary, pricing and reviews for a luxe Bali trip. I lived there for three months 15 years ago on a student budget, so wanted to go back and experience it a bit differently.
Driver: I worked with Kadek at Pemuteran Menjangan Bali Transport. His prices were higher than a lot of other drivers, but of the drivers I reached out to prior to departure he was most responsive, easy to work with and made a ton of itinerary suggestions. His costs included all entrance fees, hiking guides, fast boat arrangements, as well as some lunches. Even though he was the most expensive driver I talked to, not having to plan out logistics every day and just hop in the car made the premium guide costs absolutely worth it in my mind. You can find him on TripAdvisor with the business name above, or I’m happy to share his whatsapp in a DM.
I had zero interest in riding a motor bike there, and saw at least one accident and someone at the airport who very distinctly looked like he had been part of a motor bike accident. Ironically, when we got home to the US we overheard someone at breakfast also talking about their friend who was involved in a motor bike accident in Bali.
High Level Agenda:
- Ubud - 6 nights
- Sanur - 1 night
- Nusa Penida - 2 nights
- Jimbaran - 2 nights
Ubud Bisma Eight, $1,100 USD for 4 nights including airport transit
Hotel impressions: This was a perfect mid-range priced hotel, central to the city center so a great place to walk around from, and probably had our favorite breakfasts during our stay. The vibe was modern, great views from the rooms and infinity pool, wonderful service. Absolutely would stay again.
Day 1 - Arrival / transit day, landed at 7pm, checked in around 9pm Day 2 - Ubud city center We planned this day just to wander around Ubud, lunch at Kafe, window shopping, bought some fruit at the art market. We intentionally avoided making plans this day, since we knew we’d want to acclimate and just enjoy walking around town. Day 3 - East Bali Tour with Kadek - 900k IDR per person including lunch, admissions, snorkeling tour * Snorkeling in Padangbai - Great snorkeling at two different spots * Tirta Gangga - Spent about 30 minutes wandering around the gardens, sitting down, enjoying the scenery. * Tukad Cepung Waterfall - Be prepared for lots of stairs, very cool waterfalls, def a “stand in line to take your photo” kind of experience but overall there weren’t too many people there while we were so didn’t have to wait too long. * Gates of Heaven - We opted NOT to do this, since we weren’t very interested in standing in a long line just for a manufactured photo opportunity. Day 4 - Mt Batur hike 1,050k IDR per person (cost also included hot springs, but we ended up skipping and just going back to Ubud to relax at the pool after the hike). Got socked in with clouds for sunrise, but honestly watching the clouds roll by was almost as enjoyable as a brilliant sunrise would have been. Hike is strenuous but doable, and you definitely want to hire a guide, since we heard at least one person getting harassed for not hiring a guide. Mixed feels on this, but overall it comes down to “respect the local customs and economy” for me. We were done and back to the hotel by 11 or so, and spent the afternoon relaxing by the pool and napping. Day 5 - Sites in and around Ubud, 795k with Kadek covering all admissions * Goa Gajah - Really cool temple that’s worth checking out to enjoy the peaceful atmosphere and old stone temple carvings. Since we did this first thing, we had the place to ourselves. Be sure to check out the caves tucked along the river. * Gunung Kawi Temple - If you only visit one temple, personally, I recommend this one. Lots of stairs but it is STUNNING and you just feel like you’re surrounded by nature and spirituality. Both this trip and when I lived there 15 years ago, it’s one of my favorite spots in all of Bali. * Tegalalang Rice Terrace - Cool to see, but definitely felt like too curated of an experience. Felt like an amusement park located in a rice terrace. * Checked into Mandapa around 2pm so we could enjoy the resort for the full afternoon
Mandapa Ritz Carlton - $1,700 USD for 2 nights
Hotel Impressions: Holy heck, if you have the ability to splurge, do not miss this resort. I have never felt so spoiled or relaxed in my life. The spa was incredible ($400 for 90 minutes couples massage), the free morning yoga overlooked the river, and the service was absolutely unparalleled. The team there would greet you by name, the attention to details with the room - it was absolute perfection and I don’t think I will ever enjoy a resort this much again. It’s a little more removed from city center, but the resort is so beautiful we didn’t really feel like leaving anyway.
Day 6 - Resort day. Yoga, breakfast, massages, pool day - After spending the previous several days doing day trips, we left this as a day to just spend time relaxing, and I’m so glad we did.
Day 7 - Transit from Ubud to Sanur, with shopping stops on the way (650k per person)
Mas (wood carving), Batuan Village (painting gallery), Celuk (gold and silver smith). We wanted to get to Sanur the day before our Nusa Penida trip so we didn’t have to worry about being in a rush to catch the fast boat to Nusa Penida, and I really wanted to do some shopping anyway so it worked out well.
Sanur Klumpu Resort for $158 - Really loved this small villa style resort. Funky architecture, a little less curated feeling than the other resorts we stayed at, and would make for a really great extended stay place close to Sanur beach.
Day 8 - Sanur beach and fast boat to Nusa Penida. Spent the morning walking the path along the beach, stopping for breakfast and coffee, and enjoying the vibes without having an itinerary. Caught one of the last boats to Nusa Penida so we could get there in time for the 3 pm check in at Maua Nusa Penida
Nusa Penida
Maua Nusa Penida - $500 USD for 2 nights. 1,450k IDR for fast boat, nusa penida transit to / from port and beach tour day trips, again all arranged by Kadek.
Hotel Impressions - Newer hotel in Nusa Penida that’s a bit far away from any action, but the hotel was so nice to spend time in we didn’t mind just hanging out there in our private pool and eating at some of their restaurants. They had a special Indonesian Buffet which was actually some of the best food we had there as far as taste and quality went.
Day 9 - Nusa Penida Beach Tour Spent the morning touring Angel Billabong, Broken Beach, Angel Billagong and lounging at Crystal Bay. The sites were absolutely stunning, got some good photos but the iconic beach spots were SO crowded that I’m not sure it was worth it. Crystal Bay was great - very few people at the beach, so this was a nice way to spend a couple hours swimming and enjoying the scenery. Spent the afternoon relaxing at the hotel.
Jimbaran Bay / Uluwatu
Four Seasons Jimbaran Bay, $2,400 USD for 2 nights
Hotel Impressions: We chose to end our visit to Bali here, closer to the airport. There’s a reason this is considered one of the best beach resorts in the world. The villas were older than Mandapa, but the gardens and views were just beautiful. We really enjoyed our time here relaxing, using their beach lounge facility, and wandering around the gardens. The food at Sundara was good - but not memorable. I’d probably stick to just cocktails and snacks there rather than doing a full higher end meal.
Day 10 - Morning transit from Nusa Penida to Four Seasons. The original plan had been to go to Uluwatu for the fire dance, but it was unfortunately sold out. This was a huge bummer since I’d really been looking forward to this part, but we went straight to the hotel and didn’t mind having the day to relax there.
Day 11 - Four seasons resort day
Day 12 - Departure. Spent the morning and afternoon lounging around the resort. Four Seasons were very generous with a 3pm check out, but were happy to let us use the facilities, spa, pools, etc as long as we wanted to since our flight wasn’t until 10pm.
What I loved * Mandapa. We only did two nights and we very strongly considered canceling our Sanur night and staying an extra day. Will absolutely be back for a longer stay. * Sanur - we only had one morning to mosey along the beach, but next time I go back, I would add in three days here with no plans other than just wandering around. It was also great staying at less of a resort and more of a boutique villa that was a great home base. * Gunung Kawi - I explored this temple the first time I was in Bali, and knew I needed to come back.
What I wish I’d done differently * More time just wandering. We did a great job planning out day trips and balancing those with resort days to just relax and decompress, which was a great balance. However, I do wish we’d had more time to just… wander. We had a couple days or mornings like this, and they ended up being some of our favorite days. * Nusa Penida - Maybe I would have liked this more if we actually snorkeled or went diving. I loved the hotel we stayed at, and I suppose I’m glad I’ve been, but the beach tours were just so crowded and spread apart. It was a long day for just a few minutes at each spot. Next time we return, I’m skipping Nusa Penida and would probably stick to Nusa Lembongon or Sanur.
2023.06.07 18:08 rchresta My wife (64) and I (65) are hiking 5000 kilometers thru Europe: arriving in Salzburg, Austria after 1180 kilometers
 | This picture is taken from mountain Gaisberg near Salzburg, Austria. After a 20 kilometer hike from Faistenau we could see the town of Salzburg, which is today's destination. submitted by rchresta to Salzburg [link] [comments] After spending autumn/Winter at home, we are on the road again. My wife (64) and I (65) are hiking the European Longdistance Trail No 4. Last year we hiked from Tarifa/ Spain to Switzerland. (3210 km/2000 miles) Now we are hiking the part from Budapest/ Hungary back to Switzerland. It will take 3.5 months and we will cover a distance of 1800 kilometres/1120 miles. We are staying in B&Bs, Hotels or in shelters. All we needed is packed in 2 backpacks 5.5 kg (12 pounds) and 6.7 (15 pounds), without food and water. We are very grateful for this adventure. |
2023.06.07 18:07 taleasoldastime96 A couple of questions about a trip to Oahu
Hey everyone! My husband and I have been talking about going to Hawaii for the first time for quite a while, and we’ve finally decided to make it happen in February of 2025. We want to give ourselves plenty of time to save so that we can make it a once in a lifetime experience!
Obviously this is a long way away, but Im super excited so I’ve already started planning. We’ll be on Oahu for 8 nights and 7 days. I have a few questions!
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Obviously this is a long way away, but Im super excited so I’ve already started planning. We’ll be on Oahu for 8 nights and 7 days. I have a few questions!
- My husband loves being spontaneous on vacation, whereas I’m more of a planner. So we’ve decided to do kind of a mix of both. One of our spontaneous days is going to be a drive up the windward coast, just kind of taking in the sites and stopping wherever we feel like. I know there are a lot of popular spots there, so I thought it would be a good place to just stop at whatever looks cool. Obviously we do have a few spots we want to try to hit, but we’re just going to kind of take it easy. My question is about food. I’d like to have a few good options near the coast that we can hit if we’re in the area so that we don’t have to eat a hot dog at a crappy tourist trap. Any recommendations?
- Since we will be there in February, we’re obviously hoping to see some whales. I know Maui is the best for that, but most of our must hit spots are on Oahu and we really want to take in everything we can on the island instead of trying to island hop. I’ve heard that you can see whales from Makapuu lighthouse, and I think I’ve heard of some whale watching tours as well. I know sometimes you just have to get lucky, but be honest with me. Where are the best places to get lucky, and should I not get my hopes up?
- We are considering the Queen Kapiolani hotel. I LOVE the look of their Diamond Head views, so I think we’re going to upgrade to one of those. It looks like it’s close to the action, but still far enough away to not be horribly crowded and loud. Has anyone stayed here? What did you think?
2023.06.07 18:01 andrewbt Early July weather and flexible itinerary and distance advice for a slow, easy weeklong campervan trip in the South?
Hi everyone! Glad to have found this sub, already learned a lot. My wife and I (🇺🇸) are planning our first trip to Iceland for a week 1 July - 8 July, followed by a week in France for a friend’s wedding.
We’ve rented a Cozy Campers 4x4 campervan for most of it, with an understanding that campsites are both the best budget option and give us more flexibility day to day without having to book in advance. (This is right, right? Generally can always find a camping spot day of in July?)
A guidebook once described Flying Mountain in Acadia, Maine as the “lowest effort for the highest reward” and that describes us perfectly when it comes to hiking and stuff. We’ll push for a good view but we don’t need to be extreme. Established trail, “Sneaker hiking” :-)
We are not planning to cram and do the whole ring road, probably mainly sticking to common big hits in the South. Key priorities:
1 July Saturday KEF arrival at 6:30am Blue Lagoon? Sky Lagoon? City Center Hotel in Reykjavík for the night
2 July Sunday Pick up Cozy Camper at 9am Golden Circle? Thingvellir, Geysir, Gullfoss. Anything else? Find camping near Gullfoss?
3 July Monday Drive out somewhere in the Highlands, Hveravellir or Landmannalaugar? Camp there? Or drive back to a place like Hella?
4 July Tuesday Drive out to Vik area and see some black sand and basalt and puffins. Skogafoss falls on the way? Camp at Thakgil maybe? Or evening ferry to Heimaey and camp on island?
5 July Wednesday Get a ferry to Heimaey if not already there. Whale watch? Hike a volcano? More puffins? Camp on Heimaey
6 July Thursday Morning ferry to mainland. Drive to Jokulsarlon? Take a boat tour? Diamond beach. Camp at Hofn or back in Thakgil?
7 July Friday Slowly meander back to Reykjavík hitting some stuff we missed maybe. Turn in camper to Cozy around 17:00. Get a bus to Keflavik and stay at the Hotel Berg.
8 July Saturday Fly to Paris at 7am
Advice on this? Additional suggestions? Are we taking it too slow? It is hard to judge distances and how much driving we should plan per day and also how many distinct outdoor landmarks per day.
A big fear of mine is weather being crappy and making a Westmann islands trip impractical. Or highlands inaccessible on the day we want want to go. How likely is that in July?
Thank you!
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We’ve rented a Cozy Campers 4x4 campervan for most of it, with an understanding that campsites are both the best budget option and give us more flexibility day to day without having to book in advance. (This is right, right? Generally can always find a camping spot day of in July?)
A guidebook once described Flying Mountain in Acadia, Maine as the “lowest effort for the highest reward” and that describes us perfectly when it comes to hiking and stuff. We’ll push for a good view but we don’t need to be extreme. Established trail, “Sneaker hiking” :-)
We are not planning to cram and do the whole ring road, probably mainly sticking to common big hits in the South. Key priorities:
- We need a good whale watch somewhere or my wife said she might kill me.
- We need to see some Puffins, more the better.
- Per the above, I’m thinking Heimaey / Westmann islands are an important overnight to fit in.
- I’m excited to use our 4x4 to get a little Highlands action while keeping river crossings to a minimum. Landmannalaugar, Hveravellir?
- Jökulsárlón sounds awesome.
- As does the black sand beaches of Vik.
- And the Golden Circle, particularly the cultural significance of Thingvellir and Gullfoss.
- Other waterfalls and hot springs along the way :)
1 July Saturday KEF arrival at 6:30am Blue Lagoon? Sky Lagoon? City Center Hotel in Reykjavík for the night
2 July Sunday Pick up Cozy Camper at 9am Golden Circle? Thingvellir, Geysir, Gullfoss. Anything else? Find camping near Gullfoss?
3 July Monday Drive out somewhere in the Highlands, Hveravellir or Landmannalaugar? Camp there? Or drive back to a place like Hella?
4 July Tuesday Drive out to Vik area and see some black sand and basalt and puffins. Skogafoss falls on the way? Camp at Thakgil maybe? Or evening ferry to Heimaey and camp on island?
5 July Wednesday Get a ferry to Heimaey if not already there. Whale watch? Hike a volcano? More puffins? Camp on Heimaey
6 July Thursday Morning ferry to mainland. Drive to Jokulsarlon? Take a boat tour? Diamond beach. Camp at Hofn or back in Thakgil?
7 July Friday Slowly meander back to Reykjavík hitting some stuff we missed maybe. Turn in camper to Cozy around 17:00. Get a bus to Keflavik and stay at the Hotel Berg.
8 July Saturday Fly to Paris at 7am
Advice on this? Additional suggestions? Are we taking it too slow? It is hard to judge distances and how much driving we should plan per day and also how many distinct outdoor landmarks per day.
A big fear of mine is weather being crappy and making a Westmann islands trip impractical. Or highlands inaccessible on the day we want want to go. How likely is that in July?
Thank you!
2023.06.07 17:50 landlord_hunter Dams that America destroyed in the Korean War
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2023.06.07 17:38 RanceAttack Best place to tube around Dallas?
Looking to go down a river and drink lazily while on a tube. I know most of the good spots are around Austin but surely there's some around DFW?
Slightly related: What would I need to prepare for a tubing sesh?
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Slightly related: What would I need to prepare for a tubing sesh?
2023.06.07 17:32 Reddactor What are these huge holes (in rocks)?
 | I'm on the west coast of the Peloponnesian Peninsula of Greece. For about 1km along the beach, all the rocks have huge holes! submitted by Reddactor to whatsthisrock [link] [comments] The stone seems to be sedimentary, i can see it's made of sand, little rounded stones and occasionally shells. Sometimes I see what looks like sandworm tubes made of stone. But everywhere are these huge round holes, up to nearly 80cm or 2 feet wide. They can be really deep. Most are full.of sand, so you can't see the depth, but on a cliff, some boulders have fallen, and there are holes a foot wide and >6 feet long. They certainly longer as both ends of the boulder are heavily eroded. So, can anyone explain how such big and interesting holes develop? |
2023.06.07 17:31 Odd__Detective Experimenting with Alcohol
I left the church a few years ago and my wife followed close behind. In the past 4 months I started experimenting with various alcoholic drinks with my wife on our anniversary. I was always petrified that I or my wife would become an alcoholic. I posted on Costco_Alcohol asking for guidance on how to set limits and this is what works for us: * Don’t drink to change your mood * Don’t drink alone * Don’t drink before 5pm
We drink mostly wine which doesn’t spike our blood sugars. I have tried an Old Fashioned on a Delta flight and a mixed drink with Rum and the flavors on both of those were questionable (spiced rum is nasty). We have yet to have a hangover as we limit myself to 2-3 drinks. I have yet to try beer, but would likely do a “flight” at a restaurant which are lots of small samples of beer to see what we like. The Old Fashioned definitely left me the most drunk, but the effects were nearly gone by the time the flight landed a couple hours later. A small amount packs a punch.
We drink probably 2-3 times per month as our teenage kids are still active and would be devastated if they found out. It’s an enjoyable experience and has not taken over our lives. It’s nice to feel like an adult, but I’m like a 12 year old as far knowledge of drinking options.
Biggest problem I have is an alcoholic boss who has been pressuring me to drink on every business trip the past few years. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing I have tried alcohol. I’m the designated driver as he gets drunk with every dinner and then goes back to drink at the hotel. He always offers to buy me a drink and wants to see me drunk. He’s kind of an asshole. Don’t think he would respect me more if I did.
Just thought I would share in case anyone was wondering what limits might be good. Probably not perfect for everybody, but works well for us.
Also, not about limits, but making sure the experience is enjoyable: * Never drink on an empty stomach * Don’t drink and drive, call an Uber or drink at the hotel, etc. * Pay attention to the percentage of alcohol on the label.
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We drink mostly wine which doesn’t spike our blood sugars. I have tried an Old Fashioned on a Delta flight and a mixed drink with Rum and the flavors on both of those were questionable (spiced rum is nasty). We have yet to have a hangover as we limit myself to 2-3 drinks. I have yet to try beer, but would likely do a “flight” at a restaurant which are lots of small samples of beer to see what we like. The Old Fashioned definitely left me the most drunk, but the effects were nearly gone by the time the flight landed a couple hours later. A small amount packs a punch.
We drink probably 2-3 times per month as our teenage kids are still active and would be devastated if they found out. It’s an enjoyable experience and has not taken over our lives. It’s nice to feel like an adult, but I’m like a 12 year old as far knowledge of drinking options.
Biggest problem I have is an alcoholic boss who has been pressuring me to drink on every business trip the past few years. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing I have tried alcohol. I’m the designated driver as he gets drunk with every dinner and then goes back to drink at the hotel. He always offers to buy me a drink and wants to see me drunk. He’s kind of an asshole. Don’t think he would respect me more if I did.
Just thought I would share in case anyone was wondering what limits might be good. Probably not perfect for everybody, but works well for us.
Also, not about limits, but making sure the experience is enjoyable: * Never drink on an empty stomach * Don’t drink and drive, call an Uber or drink at the hotel, etc. * Pay attention to the percentage of alcohol on the label.
2023.06.07 17:29 Cur10ust0kn0w Road trip Edmonton-LA -Edmonton
Hi Guys,
i am planning a Road trip from edmonton to los angeles. I will be driving from edmonton to vancouver on my 2016 honda accord with my wife. Car is well maintained.i will have 12 days to come back.
my main focus is south pacific highway from LA TO SF. I have friends and family at PORT COQUITLAM, BEAVERTON,OREGON,SAN FRANCISCO AND LA. while i was planning my first route which
will follow , i came to the idea to drive straight to salt lake city and hit LA first through VEGAS and then come back all the way back to edmonton through mentioned stops.
Route 1:-
18-Jun-23 travel from Edmonton to Port coquitlam
19-Jun-23 Port Coquitlam to Beaverton, Oregon.
20-Jun-23 beaverton to redwood national park to fairfield,California
21-Jun-23 fairfield, CA and around
22-Jun-23 san francisco Sightseeing
23-Jun-23 Fairfield, CA to South pacific highway (will stay overnight some where need suggestions)
24-Jun-23 somewhere on the highway to Los Angeles
25-Jun-23 los Angeles
26-Jun-23 los Angeles to Fairfield,California
27-Jun-23 fairfield to Kennewick, Washington
28-Jun-23 kennewick to radium hot springs
29-Jun-23 radium hot springs to Edmonton
Route 2 :-
18-Jun-23 travel from Edmonton to Salt lake city( i think this is a big stretch , but we will see as i have time next day)
19-Jun-23 salt lake city to LAS Vegas ( 6 HR drive and will stay in LAS Vegas for 1 night )
20-Jun-23 LAS VEGAS to LOS ANGELES
21-Jun-23 LOS ANGELES sightseeing
22-Jun-23 Los Angeles to South pacific highway (will stay overnight some where need suggestions)
23-Jun-23 South pacific highway to Fairfield, CA (will stay here for sf stop)
24-Jun-23 SF SIGHTSEEING
25-Jun-23 Sf to Redwood National parks
26-Jun-23 Redwood national park to beaverton(stay over night with family)
27-Jun-23 Beaverton to Port coquitlam,BC, CANADA(Will stay over night)
28-Jun-23 port coquitlam to Edmonton (back home)
29-Jun-23 extra Day
Please help me figure out few things -
Thanks.
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i am planning a Road trip from edmonton to los angeles. I will be driving from edmonton to vancouver on my 2016 honda accord with my wife. Car is well maintained.i will have 12 days to come back.
my main focus is south pacific highway from LA TO SF. I have friends and family at PORT COQUITLAM, BEAVERTON,OREGON,SAN FRANCISCO AND LA. while i was planning my first route which
will follow , i came to the idea to drive straight to salt lake city and hit LA first through VEGAS and then come back all the way back to edmonton through mentioned stops.
Route 1:-
18-Jun-23 travel from Edmonton to Port coquitlam
19-Jun-23 Port Coquitlam to Beaverton, Oregon.
20-Jun-23 beaverton to redwood national park to fairfield,California
21-Jun-23 fairfield, CA and around
22-Jun-23 san francisco Sightseeing
23-Jun-23 Fairfield, CA to South pacific highway (will stay overnight some where need suggestions)
24-Jun-23 somewhere on the highway to Los Angeles
25-Jun-23 los Angeles
26-Jun-23 los Angeles to Fairfield,California
27-Jun-23 fairfield to Kennewick, Washington
28-Jun-23 kennewick to radium hot springs
29-Jun-23 radium hot springs to Edmonton
Route 2 :-
18-Jun-23 travel from Edmonton to Salt lake city( i think this is a big stretch , but we will see as i have time next day)
19-Jun-23 salt lake city to LAS Vegas ( 6 HR drive and will stay in LAS Vegas for 1 night )
20-Jun-23 LAS VEGAS to LOS ANGELES
21-Jun-23 LOS ANGELES sightseeing
22-Jun-23 Los Angeles to South pacific highway (will stay overnight some where need suggestions)
23-Jun-23 South pacific highway to Fairfield, CA (will stay here for sf stop)
24-Jun-23 SF SIGHTSEEING
25-Jun-23 Sf to Redwood National parks
26-Jun-23 Redwood national park to beaverton(stay over night with family)
27-Jun-23 Beaverton to Port coquitlam,BC, CANADA(Will stay over night)
28-Jun-23 port coquitlam to Edmonton (back home)
29-Jun-23 extra Day
Please help me figure out few things -
- is this doable or i am pushing it too much, what could be the other options ?
- I keep a hunting knife in my car, would that be allowed through Border ?
- its my first time drive from LA to SF on coastal highway , please recommend good stops, must see .
- i am planning to stay at Carmel by sea for one night , is it doable from LA in one day considering the coastal highway is closed for some part
- what is the cheaper hotel app for last minute bookings in case i need them.
- Please advice some special stop at redwood national park because i wont have enough time there.
Thanks.
2023.06.07 17:27 FluxCrave Bed bugs are something to think about when starting this job
Just had some in my 5 star hotel resort in Florida. I have bites everywhere and I am worried about them coming into my home. Make sure you know how to check correctly and are not putting your bags anywhere near the bed (I personally throw mine in the bathroom on the counter or in the bathtub). Also you will experience bugs everywhere. I’ve had so many spiders scare the living hell out of me in my hotel rooms. I’ve also had my fair share of cockroaches on planes as well. Bugs happen just make sure you aren’t transporting them to your home!
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2023.06.07 17:21 The_Alloquist [A Lord of Death] - Chapter 61 (Efrain)
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Slowly the group was peeled apart and taken to their various quarters, with the merchant Amicio shuffling off the children and paladins to his junior, taking the commander and captains for himself. Efrain was left with the so-called mentor, who was in a state of nervous agitation.
“Alright, you’ll need to explain why you’re about to have a fit,” Efrain said.
“Well, of course, of course, you wouldn’t know me,” said the mentor, “I came to the post of mentor long after you’d left the city.”
Efrain thought the title vaguely rang a bell, and he was beginning to have a dread certainty of the origin of it.
“Please do not tell me you’re a cast-off from Nicolo, aren’t you,” he said, the image of the far too charming ‘scholar’ coming to mind.
“I-If you’re referring to Nicolo Zarrentini, our most honoured founder, then yes.”
“That… bastard,” Efrain said, “I told him that it was a joke! A joke!”
The man shrank back from the apparent anger of Efrain, before growing significantly more confused as Efrain began to howl with laughter.
“The ass was always fond of his pranks. I believe he even said that he ‘wanted one to follow me into the grave,’” Efrain said, shaking his head, “it was so long ago.”
“But-but didn’t you- weren’t you part of the first convocation of the academy?”
“It was in Aimstand’s kitchen,” Efrain complained, “two hundred years ago, and they were both so drunk that if they’d taken a few steps to the left, they’d have drowned in the canal. ‘Convocation’ was one way to put it.”
This was clearly not the secrets that the mentor desired, judging by his rapidly reddening face.
“It was an old joke between friends, the idea of starting and academy of magic,” Efrain said, “I left, what, two hundred years ago?”
“But your name… and your books?”
“My books?” Efrain said, desperately scanning his memory of published works.
“Well yes. Your books. The ones you left behind. We use them as a foundation text for most of our students and…”
Efrain didn’t even let him finish, rather grasped him suddenly and violently by the collars.
“You don’t mean to say that… my old notes are used to teach. Students. Magic?” he said, voice trembling with horror.
“Yes?” said the man, who was beginning to sweat profusely.
“Those aboslute motherf-” Efrain said, as a loud gong rang out into the canal.
“Oh!” said the man, “We’ll have to pick up this conversation later, that’s the signal for canal clearing. We’d better be off before they close it off for the Festival traffic only.”
“Am I staying with you, then?” Efrain said, trying to drop the note of absolute menace in his voice as best he could.
“Yes, yes that would be correct,” he said, “as soon as I heard you were coming, I prepared the finest office in the academy for you. It’s not much, but I believe that you would enjoy seeing the labours of your wor…”
The man trailed off as he remembered the last few minutes of conversation.
“Either way, I would hope you’d at least examine it.”
“I would be happy to, mentor,” Efrain said, straightening himself, “particularly the notes.”
The man shrank at his venom but lead Efrain to his boat all the same, and they set off down the canals to the south.
“The Academy, as you might know,” he said, “is still located in the old district. As such, academy studentship is still a prized opportunity, if only to gain access in and out.”
“Gain access?” Efrain said.
“Well, it’s been monitored for thirty years, restricted to only business, and those with invitations only,” he said, patting a pin on his inner shirt, “academy students have numbered passes that-”
“No, why is it restricted in the first place?” Efrain said.
“Oh. Oh of course! You wouldn’t be aware. The Miram estate burned down almost thirty years ago. Suspected arson, though no suspects were ever caught.”
“Oh really?” Efrain said, “what a pity. I remember the old houses well. They had the most wonderful curtains.”
“The Mirams?” the man said, “I’ve only ever heard stories.”
“So the whole old district has been restricted? From where to where?”
“Just before the shipyards, master Efrain, to the tip of the white stone ziggurats. Of course the major western canals to the shipyards remain open.”
“What?” said Efrain aghast, “that much? Why, that was half the city last time I was here.”
“Yes, well,” said the man, adjusting his spectacles, “the Eisen and Poutash have been buying up immense amounts of property throughout the district for, well about eighty years now. The ‘old district’, as we now call it, is effectively two large estates with the central trade offices between.”
“Huh,” said Efrain, “well that’s not surprising, I suppose. They were always greedy.”
The man exclaimed in shock at him as they rounded a bend in the canal.
“My dear master Efrain!” he said, “the Eisen and Poutash are dear patrons, especially the former, who’ve been supporting this institution for generations!”
“Uh-huh, say,” Efrain said, trying to piece the names beyond the vague historical context that he remembered them in, “do you remember the family trees?”
“The family trees? Of the houses? Well, I certainly could give a guess,” said the man, “incidentally, Karkosian history is something of a passion of mine.”
“Well then, the Eisen,” Efrain said, “I distinctly remember something about them. In my time it would’ve been about two hundred years. So, give or take four to five generations from now.”
The man thought for a moment, and snapped his fingers.
“I think I know what you’re looking for,” he said, “you’re wondering who master Nicolo married.”
Ah, that had indeed been it - Nicolo did always go on and on about this one girl, who Efrain was fairly sure was well beyond his league. She was an Eisen, now that the memories had jumped to the surface of his mind. No wonder the academy had generational funding if one of the founding fathers had married in.
“Yes, yes,” Efrain said, “I think she was a branch family member, if I recall correctly.”
“No, master Efrain, you’re mistaken,” said the man, wearing a fairly familiar expression - a combination of fear of failure to please, and taking delight in correcting an error in a field he knew quite a lot about.
“Oh?” Efrain said, “bold claim, mentor. Back it up.”
The man once more pushed his spectacles up the bridge of his nose and began to recite.
“About a hundred-and-eighty years ago, master Nicolo married Hymatia Eisen. Hymatia Eisen was a daughter to Fielia Eisen, the matriarch of Eisen, hence he did not marry into a branch member of the family. He married into the direct, matrilineal line, represented by current matriach Aysatra, head of the Eisen family. Who is succeeded by, well…”
The man dropped his eyes, apparently embarrassed on behalf of the people he’d just named.
“Succeded by who?” Efrain said, leaning forward in the boat.
“Well, that’s the problem, master Efrain. In fact it’s one we currently struggle with. Oh, I do hate politics, but everything’s political in Karkos when money’s involved,” he said, putting on a expression reminiscent of a begging dog.
Efrain did not find it particularly charming, and pushed the man to go on.
“Well, that’s the thing,” he said, “the matriarch Aysatra, who is as youthful and vigorous as a woman half, no, a third of her age, is still well… older. There’s a clamour at the house of the Eisen on who’s supposed to replace her in the most deeply unfortunate event that she might… expire. No, no that make me sound like I’m talking about food and-”
“I get the point,” Efrain said, “spare me the flattery of a person who’s not even here. This matriarch doesn’t have a direct descendent?”
“Well, yes…” said the man, “but, it’s not exactly simple. The direct heir left the city some time ago.”
“And this relates to the academy, how?” Efrain said, “not that I care, just curious mostly.”
“Well, of course,” he said, “some at the house of Eisen… well, they think that our research and education is hopelessly outdated.”
“You mean useless,” Efrain said, more than ever wanting to get his hands on those notes and burn every copy he could find.
“Well, yes,” said the man, raising his hands in a gesture of helplessness, “some have used those words.”
“And you’re concerned that if they’re elected to leadership, your funding will be gone,” Efrain said flatly.
“Exactly. You’re quite insightful, just as the records suggested,” said the man, sniffing.
Before they could pick up the conversation, their polemen, dressed in the same blacks as the academy master, spoke up. They were before a river gate of sharpened palisades, which Efrain immediately recognized as the remnants of the old outer wall of the city, painted a bright red. The guards before it were dressed in ornate brass armour, studded with a set of small pearls and seashells.
Not quite the legion of sand and sea of old, though the aesthetic sense clearly meant to harken back to it. Efrain idly wondered how different the city would be if the legion actually still existed. In all the histories he’d read, most of their military exploits were suprisingly minimised, save for the few folk legends about them. Of course, most of those authors immediately left out the fact that almost all the legion commanders were women, which given many history writers were men, made sense.
The guards checked the proudly displayed pin, nodded, and opened the canal gates. Efrain immediately noticed the difference in the stone work as the passed beyond. It was more worn, but unmistakable paler, bringing back fond memories of days and nights spent in these canals over two centuries ago. He was just glad he was returning in a black, and not the horrid purple robes that he often inhabited while he was here.
The streets were noticeably quieter here, no doubt everyone was completing the final administration for the Festival. The buildings were also considerably older, their wooden slates near the water thick with strands of seaweed and barncles. Efrain more than once recognized the shape of an alley, or more noticeable deviations in the stonework. It was funny just how much he remembered of the old city and its details, and how little of his friends.
A couple of twists and turns, and Efrain started to recognize the part of the district he was in. Catching a glimpse of the mountains in the fading sunset, and a bridge or two he recognized, though they’d been significantly upgraded and replaced. With that information, he finally realised where they were, and more importantly, where they might be going.
“Noooo,” he groaned, “he didn’t.”
The mentor attempted to calm him, not understanding why he was so audibly distraught. The answer soon became quite clear as Efrain recognized the exact route they were taking. By the time they’d passed through the two statues, now dancing fish rather than the familiar wolves, Efrain’s worst fears had come true.
“He’d better not be buried on the academy grounds,” he said, his fingers fidgeting.
“I mean - and here we are!” said the academy master, clearly glad to move on to another subject.
Efrain looked up, nearly threw himself over the side, and forced himself to look up again. To say that it was exactly the way he remembered it would’ve been a lie. It had clearly expanded to include the surrounding pyramids, connecting them with bridges and walkways where what were presumably students passed by. The centre pyramid was kept more or less the same, with the same augurs drawing up water to the top, cascading it down in falls across terrace after terrace of gardens.
Refusing the offered hand, Efrain barged past him to take the steps two at a time.
“Wait! Wait master Efrain! I-” the man’s voice fell further and further behind as Efrain practically ran into the pyramid.
It was still a mess hall, but it was now one of long tables and high back chairs. The banners and plaques above proclaimed a short history of sport and scholarly achievement. Students, predominantly dressed in black, some with colourful stripes that Efrain didn’t bother to try to decode, stared at him. As did the cooks, still busy in the large kitchens that he himself had once manned.
The academy master had almost caught up to him when he took off again, striding through the aisle between the tables and out the other end of the pyramid. Yes, it was all the same, the same flower pots, and the marble steps and the little waterfall with the cracked edge. Two centuries, two bloody centuries, and Aimstand never bothered to fix the thing.
Efrain felt a internal bout of triumph at being proved right as he continued up the steps, before, finally, coming at last to the top.
The garden at the flat top of the pyramid was still as beautiful as ever, and the flowers he’d cultured still survived, although the blooms were less luminous than before. Efrain stepped out into the shallow pool that dominated most of the area, and noted that at the far end, where there used to be a stone bench, sat a gravestone.
“Found you, bastard,” he said, taking off towards it.
“Please, master!” said the man, practically sobbing if not for the fact he was out of breath.
Several of the more senior looking students had followed, looking totally flabbergasted at the display. Efrain did not stop, nor even look back at the procession, merely took off through the pool until he reached the steps to the little knurl of turf and flowers. There he stopped, parking his hands on his hips, staring at the inscription on the stone.
“Nicolo Eisen,” he said, drawing every word out, “Father, Teacher, Friend.”
“Muh-Master,” said the man, soaked up to his knees from his hurried splashing, “master, what-”
“Oh, calm yourself,” Efrain said, “I’m not going to do anything.”
The several students that had followed looked in utter confusion at the two men.
“Master?” one of them inquired, “should we get the guard?”
“No,” the man wheezed, bent over to catch his breath.
“Hold on a second,” Efrain said, bending over himself to gaze at the inscription, “what’s this?”
“That’s founder Nicolo’s grave, master Efrain,” said the mentor.
“Yes, I know that,” Efrain said, “I’m old, not blind. What’s this inscription below?”
“Oh yes, that,” he said, drawing himself back up to his full height, “It’s actually quite the mystery. No one really knows the language, but it was put there by order of founder Nicolo. Some of our teachers and students have spent quite a bit of time over the years to-”
“I’d told you I’d do it,” Efrain said.
“Pardon?”
“That’s- that’s what it- oh fuck you Nicolo!” Efrain said, “‘I’d told you I’d do it.’ That’s what it says!”
The mentor had gone white, while some of the students looked on the verge of fainting from confused apprehension.
“By all rights, I should burn this place down,” Efrain sneered at the stone, “is that what you wanted? ‘Founder’? If the gods were good, you’d still be alive, so I could kill you myself.”
“Please do not do that!” wailed the man, “I can’t understand for the life of me why you’re so angry! I thought you would’ve been happy, maybe even proud of what we’ve achieved!”
“I’m not angry at you, you idiot,” Efrain said, rounding on the man, “I’m angry at that smug piece of flotsam happily buried under his lovenest.”
“What?” said the mentor, the sentiment echoed by almost all the students present.
“All right, all of you, gather round. My first lesson,” he said, and, most likely out of habit, the students fell into a neat semi-circle.
“This will be a test of one question, and the one to get the answer right on their first response gets…” he turned to the mentor, “do you have some kind of regular award for achievement here?”
“Well, we do have ribbons that correspond to-”
“Great, first one to guess correctly gets a ribbon,” Efrain bowled through, “the question is this - why did Nicolo learn magic in the first place?”
The students stared at each other, daring the others to respond first.
“Well, come on,” Efrain said, “someone must have a theory.”
“Because he wanted to expand his own horizons?” a brown-haired boy said.
“Wrong!” Efrain said, “if your texts say that, they’re also wrong.”
“Because he wanted to shore up the city of Karkos’s defences while expanding on its knowledge?” said a girl with a slightly crooked nose.
“Also wrong,” Efrain said, shaking his head, “that’s exactly what he would say. You take that from a speech?”
“Well…” said the girl.
“Nicolo, you preening, self centered-” Efrain said, holding his head in his hands.
“To impress a girl?” said someone.
“Who said that?!” Efrain said, the class parting to reveal a younger, shaggy-looking boy.
“Well, you said that it was his ‘lovenest’ so…” he shrugged sheepishly.
“Mentor, get this young man a ribbon. If you need a reason, then cite him actually paying attention.”
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Slowly the group was peeled apart and taken to their various quarters, with the merchant Amicio shuffling off the children and paladins to his junior, taking the commander and captains for himself. Efrain was left with the so-called mentor, who was in a state of nervous agitation.
“Alright, you’ll need to explain why you’re about to have a fit,” Efrain said.
“Well, of course, of course, you wouldn’t know me,” said the mentor, “I came to the post of mentor long after you’d left the city.”
Efrain thought the title vaguely rang a bell, and he was beginning to have a dread certainty of the origin of it.
“Please do not tell me you’re a cast-off from Nicolo, aren’t you,” he said, the image of the far too charming ‘scholar’ coming to mind.
“I-If you’re referring to Nicolo Zarrentini, our most honoured founder, then yes.”
“That… bastard,” Efrain said, “I told him that it was a joke! A joke!”
The man shrank back from the apparent anger of Efrain, before growing significantly more confused as Efrain began to howl with laughter.
“The ass was always fond of his pranks. I believe he even said that he ‘wanted one to follow me into the grave,’” Efrain said, shaking his head, “it was so long ago.”
“But-but didn’t you- weren’t you part of the first convocation of the academy?”
“It was in Aimstand’s kitchen,” Efrain complained, “two hundred years ago, and they were both so drunk that if they’d taken a few steps to the left, they’d have drowned in the canal. ‘Convocation’ was one way to put it.”
This was clearly not the secrets that the mentor desired, judging by his rapidly reddening face.
“It was an old joke between friends, the idea of starting and academy of magic,” Efrain said, “I left, what, two hundred years ago?”
“But your name… and your books?”
“My books?” Efrain said, desperately scanning his memory of published works.
“Well yes. Your books. The ones you left behind. We use them as a foundation text for most of our students and…”
Efrain didn’t even let him finish, rather grasped him suddenly and violently by the collars.
“You don’t mean to say that… my old notes are used to teach. Students. Magic?” he said, voice trembling with horror.
“Yes?” said the man, who was beginning to sweat profusely.
“Those aboslute motherf-” Efrain said, as a loud gong rang out into the canal.
“Oh!” said the man, “We’ll have to pick up this conversation later, that’s the signal for canal clearing. We’d better be off before they close it off for the Festival traffic only.”
“Am I staying with you, then?” Efrain said, trying to drop the note of absolute menace in his voice as best he could.
“Yes, yes that would be correct,” he said, “as soon as I heard you were coming, I prepared the finest office in the academy for you. It’s not much, but I believe that you would enjoy seeing the labours of your wor…”
The man trailed off as he remembered the last few minutes of conversation.
“Either way, I would hope you’d at least examine it.”
“I would be happy to, mentor,” Efrain said, straightening himself, “particularly the notes.”
The man shrank at his venom but lead Efrain to his boat all the same, and they set off down the canals to the south.
“The Academy, as you might know,” he said, “is still located in the old district. As such, academy studentship is still a prized opportunity, if only to gain access in and out.”
“Gain access?” Efrain said.
“Well, it’s been monitored for thirty years, restricted to only business, and those with invitations only,” he said, patting a pin on his inner shirt, “academy students have numbered passes that-”
“No, why is it restricted in the first place?” Efrain said.
“Oh. Oh of course! You wouldn’t be aware. The Miram estate burned down almost thirty years ago. Suspected arson, though no suspects were ever caught.”
“Oh really?” Efrain said, “what a pity. I remember the old houses well. They had the most wonderful curtains.”
“The Mirams?” the man said, “I’ve only ever heard stories.”
“So the whole old district has been restricted? From where to where?”
“Just before the shipyards, master Efrain, to the tip of the white stone ziggurats. Of course the major western canals to the shipyards remain open.”
“What?” said Efrain aghast, “that much? Why, that was half the city last time I was here.”
“Yes, well,” said the man, adjusting his spectacles, “the Eisen and Poutash have been buying up immense amounts of property throughout the district for, well about eighty years now. The ‘old district’, as we now call it, is effectively two large estates with the central trade offices between.”
“Huh,” said Efrain, “well that’s not surprising, I suppose. They were always greedy.”
The man exclaimed in shock at him as they rounded a bend in the canal.
“My dear master Efrain!” he said, “the Eisen and Poutash are dear patrons, especially the former, who’ve been supporting this institution for generations!”
“Uh-huh, say,” Efrain said, trying to piece the names beyond the vague historical context that he remembered them in, “do you remember the family trees?”
“The family trees? Of the houses? Well, I certainly could give a guess,” said the man, “incidentally, Karkosian history is something of a passion of mine.”
“Well then, the Eisen,” Efrain said, “I distinctly remember something about them. In my time it would’ve been about two hundred years. So, give or take four to five generations from now.”
The man thought for a moment, and snapped his fingers.
“I think I know what you’re looking for,” he said, “you’re wondering who master Nicolo married.”
Ah, that had indeed been it - Nicolo did always go on and on about this one girl, who Efrain was fairly sure was well beyond his league. She was an Eisen, now that the memories had jumped to the surface of his mind. No wonder the academy had generational funding if one of the founding fathers had married in.
“Yes, yes,” Efrain said, “I think she was a branch family member, if I recall correctly.”
“No, master Efrain, you’re mistaken,” said the man, wearing a fairly familiar expression - a combination of fear of failure to please, and taking delight in correcting an error in a field he knew quite a lot about.
“Oh?” Efrain said, “bold claim, mentor. Back it up.”
The man once more pushed his spectacles up the bridge of his nose and began to recite.
“About a hundred-and-eighty years ago, master Nicolo married Hymatia Eisen. Hymatia Eisen was a daughter to Fielia Eisen, the matriarch of Eisen, hence he did not marry into a branch member of the family. He married into the direct, matrilineal line, represented by current matriach Aysatra, head of the Eisen family. Who is succeeded by, well…”
The man dropped his eyes, apparently embarrassed on behalf of the people he’d just named.
“Succeded by who?” Efrain said, leaning forward in the boat.
“Well, that’s the problem, master Efrain. In fact it’s one we currently struggle with. Oh, I do hate politics, but everything’s political in Karkos when money’s involved,” he said, putting on a expression reminiscent of a begging dog.
Efrain did not find it particularly charming, and pushed the man to go on.
“Well, that’s the thing,” he said, “the matriarch Aysatra, who is as youthful and vigorous as a woman half, no, a third of her age, is still well… older. There’s a clamour at the house of the Eisen on who’s supposed to replace her in the most deeply unfortunate event that she might… expire. No, no that make me sound like I’m talking about food and-”
“I get the point,” Efrain said, “spare me the flattery of a person who’s not even here. This matriarch doesn’t have a direct descendent?”
“Well, yes…” said the man, “but, it’s not exactly simple. The direct heir left the city some time ago.”
“And this relates to the academy, how?” Efrain said, “not that I care, just curious mostly.”
“Well, of course,” he said, “some at the house of Eisen… well, they think that our research and education is hopelessly outdated.”
“You mean useless,” Efrain said, more than ever wanting to get his hands on those notes and burn every copy he could find.
“Well, yes,” said the man, raising his hands in a gesture of helplessness, “some have used those words.”
“And you’re concerned that if they’re elected to leadership, your funding will be gone,” Efrain said flatly.
“Exactly. You’re quite insightful, just as the records suggested,” said the man, sniffing.
Before they could pick up the conversation, their polemen, dressed in the same blacks as the academy master, spoke up. They were before a river gate of sharpened palisades, which Efrain immediately recognized as the remnants of the old outer wall of the city, painted a bright red. The guards before it were dressed in ornate brass armour, studded with a set of small pearls and seashells.
Not quite the legion of sand and sea of old, though the aesthetic sense clearly meant to harken back to it. Efrain idly wondered how different the city would be if the legion actually still existed. In all the histories he’d read, most of their military exploits were suprisingly minimised, save for the few folk legends about them. Of course, most of those authors immediately left out the fact that almost all the legion commanders were women, which given many history writers were men, made sense.
The guards checked the proudly displayed pin, nodded, and opened the canal gates. Efrain immediately noticed the difference in the stone work as the passed beyond. It was more worn, but unmistakable paler, bringing back fond memories of days and nights spent in these canals over two centuries ago. He was just glad he was returning in a black, and not the horrid purple robes that he often inhabited while he was here.
The streets were noticeably quieter here, no doubt everyone was completing the final administration for the Festival. The buildings were also considerably older, their wooden slates near the water thick with strands of seaweed and barncles. Efrain more than once recognized the shape of an alley, or more noticeable deviations in the stonework. It was funny just how much he remembered of the old city and its details, and how little of his friends.
A couple of twists and turns, and Efrain started to recognize the part of the district he was in. Catching a glimpse of the mountains in the fading sunset, and a bridge or two he recognized, though they’d been significantly upgraded and replaced. With that information, he finally realised where they were, and more importantly, where they might be going.
“Noooo,” he groaned, “he didn’t.”
The mentor attempted to calm him, not understanding why he was so audibly distraught. The answer soon became quite clear as Efrain recognized the exact route they were taking. By the time they’d passed through the two statues, now dancing fish rather than the familiar wolves, Efrain’s worst fears had come true.
“He’d better not be buried on the academy grounds,” he said, his fingers fidgeting.
“I mean - and here we are!” said the academy master, clearly glad to move on to another subject.
Efrain looked up, nearly threw himself over the side, and forced himself to look up again. To say that it was exactly the way he remembered it would’ve been a lie. It had clearly expanded to include the surrounding pyramids, connecting them with bridges and walkways where what were presumably students passed by. The centre pyramid was kept more or less the same, with the same augurs drawing up water to the top, cascading it down in falls across terrace after terrace of gardens.
Refusing the offered hand, Efrain barged past him to take the steps two at a time.
“Wait! Wait master Efrain! I-” the man’s voice fell further and further behind as Efrain practically ran into the pyramid.
It was still a mess hall, but it was now one of long tables and high back chairs. The banners and plaques above proclaimed a short history of sport and scholarly achievement. Students, predominantly dressed in black, some with colourful stripes that Efrain didn’t bother to try to decode, stared at him. As did the cooks, still busy in the large kitchens that he himself had once manned.
The academy master had almost caught up to him when he took off again, striding through the aisle between the tables and out the other end of the pyramid. Yes, it was all the same, the same flower pots, and the marble steps and the little waterfall with the cracked edge. Two centuries, two bloody centuries, and Aimstand never bothered to fix the thing.
Efrain felt a internal bout of triumph at being proved right as he continued up the steps, before, finally, coming at last to the top.
The garden at the flat top of the pyramid was still as beautiful as ever, and the flowers he’d cultured still survived, although the blooms were less luminous than before. Efrain stepped out into the shallow pool that dominated most of the area, and noted that at the far end, where there used to be a stone bench, sat a gravestone.
“Found you, bastard,” he said, taking off towards it.
“Please, master!” said the man, practically sobbing if not for the fact he was out of breath.
Several of the more senior looking students had followed, looking totally flabbergasted at the display. Efrain did not stop, nor even look back at the procession, merely took off through the pool until he reached the steps to the little knurl of turf and flowers. There he stopped, parking his hands on his hips, staring at the inscription on the stone.
“Nicolo Eisen,” he said, drawing every word out, “Father, Teacher, Friend.”
“Muh-Master,” said the man, soaked up to his knees from his hurried splashing, “master, what-”
“Oh, calm yourself,” Efrain said, “I’m not going to do anything.”
The several students that had followed looked in utter confusion at the two men.
“Master?” one of them inquired, “should we get the guard?”
“No,” the man wheezed, bent over to catch his breath.
“Hold on a second,” Efrain said, bending over himself to gaze at the inscription, “what’s this?”
“That’s founder Nicolo’s grave, master Efrain,” said the mentor.
“Yes, I know that,” Efrain said, “I’m old, not blind. What’s this inscription below?”
“Oh yes, that,” he said, drawing himself back up to his full height, “It’s actually quite the mystery. No one really knows the language, but it was put there by order of founder Nicolo. Some of our teachers and students have spent quite a bit of time over the years to-”
“I’d told you I’d do it,” Efrain said.
“Pardon?”
“That’s- that’s what it- oh fuck you Nicolo!” Efrain said, “‘I’d told you I’d do it.’ That’s what it says!”
The mentor had gone white, while some of the students looked on the verge of fainting from confused apprehension.
“By all rights, I should burn this place down,” Efrain sneered at the stone, “is that what you wanted? ‘Founder’? If the gods were good, you’d still be alive, so I could kill you myself.”
“Please do not do that!” wailed the man, “I can’t understand for the life of me why you’re so angry! I thought you would’ve been happy, maybe even proud of what we’ve achieved!”
“I’m not angry at you, you idiot,” Efrain said, rounding on the man, “I’m angry at that smug piece of flotsam happily buried under his lovenest.”
“What?” said the mentor, the sentiment echoed by almost all the students present.
“All right, all of you, gather round. My first lesson,” he said, and, most likely out of habit, the students fell into a neat semi-circle.
“This will be a test of one question, and the one to get the answer right on their first response gets…” he turned to the mentor, “do you have some kind of regular award for achievement here?”
“Well, we do have ribbons that correspond to-”
“Great, first one to guess correctly gets a ribbon,” Efrain bowled through, “the question is this - why did Nicolo learn magic in the first place?”
The students stared at each other, daring the others to respond first.
“Well, come on,” Efrain said, “someone must have a theory.”
“Because he wanted to expand his own horizons?” a brown-haired boy said.
“Wrong!” Efrain said, “if your texts say that, they’re also wrong.”
“Because he wanted to shore up the city of Karkos’s defences while expanding on its knowledge?” said a girl with a slightly crooked nose.
“Also wrong,” Efrain said, shaking his head, “that’s exactly what he would say. You take that from a speech?”
“Well…” said the girl.
“Nicolo, you preening, self centered-” Efrain said, holding his head in his hands.
“To impress a girl?” said someone.
“Who said that?!” Efrain said, the class parting to reveal a younger, shaggy-looking boy.
“Well, you said that it was his ‘lovenest’ so…” he shrugged sheepishly.
“Mentor, get this young man a ribbon. If you need a reason, then cite him actually paying attention.”
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2023.06.07 17:20 JonLakes How do you find cheap places to stay the night (U.S.A.)?
Me and 9 of my buddies will be flying to Maine in about a month and a half and will be staying near Acadia National park. We are trying to lock down where we are staying this week, but everything seems so much more expensive than expected. Usually when we do our trips like this we stay in the grimiest, cheapest hotel we can find or a similar standard for an airbnb. I’m not sure if it’s because of the search engines I’ve been using (google maps, trivago, hotels.com) or what but I can’t seem to find any dirt cheap places to stay like that.
We are considering camping for part of our trip, but we will also be in Portland, Maine for a few nights and are having similar luck with hotels/ motel searching in that area.
Does anyone have any recommended search engines for finding dirt cheap hotels/motels? Or does anyone have other recommendations for staying somewhere cheap? We are willing to do most things as long as they are legal
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We are considering camping for part of our trip, but we will also be in Portland, Maine for a few nights and are having similar luck with hotels/ motel searching in that area.
Does anyone have any recommended search engines for finding dirt cheap hotels/motels? Or does anyone have other recommendations for staying somewhere cheap? We are willing to do most things as long as they are legal
2023.06.07 17:20 Parking-Anywhere-744 The app keeps doing this to me is anyone else having this problem?
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2023.06.07 17:19 Parking-Anywhere-744 The app keeps doing this to me is anyone else having this problem?
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2023.06.07 17:17 DreadEve Advice on Managing New Symptom
TLDR: I've had stomach pain for a few years, which has been improving over the past 6 months due to diet changes, but now I'm dealing with acid reflux.
I've had pain in my upper stomach (In the center, right below my ribcage) for a number of years now. I used to think it was normal to wake up in the morning with stomach pain, because it would go away when I ate. I'd tell people I "woke up so hungry it hurt." Around 3 years ago, I had a bout of stomach pain so bad I went to the hospital, who told me I had gallstones and needed to remove my gallbladder. My stomach pain was near constant after that, and I was eating a lot because that was the only way to make it feel better. When I went to my PCP for a referral, he gave me omeprezole which I started taking and saw a big improvement in my stomach pain, but still had pain in the morning when I woke up. After 6 months he switched me to famotidine.
On the famotidine, I stopped having pain in the morning, but became sensitive to different foods, so I slowly started cutting things out. For about a year and a half, I did a cycle of feel good -> flare up -> cut something -> repeat, until eventually I was barely eating anything. My PCP sent me to a GI, who did an endoscopy and found nothing. They told me I had a 'generic acid problem,' and told me to go back on omeprezole and start adding foods back in. When I tried that, I had some of the worst pain so far. That was about 6 months ago.
I was barely eating and had lost a lot of weight, so I bought the Gastritus Healing Book and only ate approved meals within. For the first time, I started seeing improvement overtime instead of things getting worse. 6 months ago I could barely walk around my house or eat, but now I'm having decent meals, hiking, and have stopped losing weight.
Onto my actual question! While my stomach pain feels better, lately I've been having acid reflux. Usually after I eat, I will get a sour taste in my mouth and a little burpy. I'm not sure if this has always been a problem, and I never noticed before, but I'm definitely very cognizant of it now. Since I've been doing everything to get better from my main symptom of stomach pain, I have no idea how to manage this new symptom! I'm afraid I'll have to cut back on how much I eat again, but I'm barely managing to maintain my current weight. So, what more can I do to manage the reflux?
Here is what I mostly eat: - Oatmeal with maple syrup and walnuts (made with almond milk) - Rice with vegetables and avocado - Banana berry smoothies made with almond milk - Eggs, sometimes salmon - Cilantro, sumac, salt are my go to seasonings
I sleep on my back on an incline pillow, and have potato juice every morning. I tried DGL for a bit, but it made my stomach pain worse. I don't eat anything 3 hours before I got to bed, except the 40mg of famotidine I take.
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I've had pain in my upper stomach (In the center, right below my ribcage) for a number of years now. I used to think it was normal to wake up in the morning with stomach pain, because it would go away when I ate. I'd tell people I "woke up so hungry it hurt." Around 3 years ago, I had a bout of stomach pain so bad I went to the hospital, who told me I had gallstones and needed to remove my gallbladder. My stomach pain was near constant after that, and I was eating a lot because that was the only way to make it feel better. When I went to my PCP for a referral, he gave me omeprezole which I started taking and saw a big improvement in my stomach pain, but still had pain in the morning when I woke up. After 6 months he switched me to famotidine.
On the famotidine, I stopped having pain in the morning, but became sensitive to different foods, so I slowly started cutting things out. For about a year and a half, I did a cycle of feel good -> flare up -> cut something -> repeat, until eventually I was barely eating anything. My PCP sent me to a GI, who did an endoscopy and found nothing. They told me I had a 'generic acid problem,' and told me to go back on omeprezole and start adding foods back in. When I tried that, I had some of the worst pain so far. That was about 6 months ago.
I was barely eating and had lost a lot of weight, so I bought the Gastritus Healing Book and only ate approved meals within. For the first time, I started seeing improvement overtime instead of things getting worse. 6 months ago I could barely walk around my house or eat, but now I'm having decent meals, hiking, and have stopped losing weight.
Onto my actual question! While my stomach pain feels better, lately I've been having acid reflux. Usually after I eat, I will get a sour taste in my mouth and a little burpy. I'm not sure if this has always been a problem, and I never noticed before, but I'm definitely very cognizant of it now. Since I've been doing everything to get better from my main symptom of stomach pain, I have no idea how to manage this new symptom! I'm afraid I'll have to cut back on how much I eat again, but I'm barely managing to maintain my current weight. So, what more can I do to manage the reflux?
Here is what I mostly eat: - Oatmeal with maple syrup and walnuts (made with almond milk) - Rice with vegetables and avocado - Banana berry smoothies made with almond milk - Eggs, sometimes salmon - Cilantro, sumac, salt are my go to seasonings
I sleep on my back on an incline pillow, and have potato juice every morning. I tried DGL for a bit, but it made my stomach pain worse. I don't eat anything 3 hours before I got to bed, except the 40mg of famotidine I take.
2023.06.07 17:15 SillyAnimeGirl What to do in Naha when it’s raining (June 12-16)
Booked non refundable flight tickets to Okinawa like a dummy and the weather will be raining + thunder everyday. We wanted to visit near by islands to swim at the beaches so i’m pretty sad about this. Trying to figure out what activities can be done while it’s raining… Per the website i’ve been using my weather look like this:
June 13 - Mostly cloudy; a couple of showers in the morning followed by thunderstorms in the afternoon. Hours of precipitation 3
June 14 - Just “Rain” hours of precipitation 12
June 15 - Windy with periods of rain. Hours of precipitation 8.
(12th raining and we fly in at 6:30 -and the 16th sunny, ofcs, we leave at 7) The hotel I have has two pools and an onsen so i’m hoping i can at-least use the pool to swim at if they don’t close them down.
I really wanted to go to the beaches and take a ferry to different islands to the beaches but i’m unsure if that’s possible while it’s raining for 12 hours… maybe on the 13th sinxe it’s only 3 hours.
we could also move the flights but have to pay an extra ¥8,000 to rebook different days but would rather not pay extra 😞
Any suggestions are helpful! We will not be renting a car and our hotel is within the city area.
Thanks!
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June 13 - Mostly cloudy; a couple of showers in the morning followed by thunderstorms in the afternoon. Hours of precipitation 3
June 14 - Just “Rain” hours of precipitation 12
June 15 - Windy with periods of rain. Hours of precipitation 8.
(12th raining and we fly in at 6:30 -and the 16th sunny, ofcs, we leave at 7) The hotel I have has two pools and an onsen so i’m hoping i can at-least use the pool to swim at if they don’t close them down.
I really wanted to go to the beaches and take a ferry to different islands to the beaches but i’m unsure if that’s possible while it’s raining for 12 hours… maybe on the 13th sinxe it’s only 3 hours.
we could also move the flights but have to pay an extra ¥8,000 to rebook different days but would rather not pay extra 😞
Any suggestions are helpful! We will not be renting a car and our hotel is within the city area.
Thanks!
2023.06.07 17:14 HelpGibbyThrowaway TIFU bb being worried and asking for help while camping
So for context for the story, not literally today but not a long time ago. A couple friends and I took a small trip a couple hours out of our city to go camping and fishing for a couple days. It was a great time and good being out there, but not the point.
On our last day there, my two friends who were there with me were going to go down to a creek down the hill from camp, but agreed to be back at camp by the evening to eat whatever they caught, start packing up and heading home. I stayed up at camp.
While they were gone, a bit after when we were supposed to meet, I started to go look for them because I was worried they had gotten lost, but I couldn’t find where they were, and started to get nervous and kinda freak out. After about an hour or two, I was extremely worried about them as the sun was going down and we had no cell reception.
I went to the park manager for help, when another camper heard me and was willing to help me find them. We drove around trying to find them, but eventually we found them actually fairly close to our camp near the stream. If we weren’t able to find them, the park manager would’ve called the police.
Unfortunately, he also told me while we were looking that the season for fishing in that specific river was closed, meaning the fish we had caught were technically illegal. We didn’t know that, but when I found them we had to throw the fish back so we wouldn’t risk a fine. We should’ve known that before we went, but our mistake.
So now my friends are pissed with me, because I was really worried about them and I couldn’t find them, leading to asking for help from someone, leading to a police scare and almost getting my friends in trouble. Now I’m terrified that I screwed up my relationships with my friends, as these are some of my best friends. All because I was worried. TIFU
TLDR: I went camping and fishing with some friends, couldn’t find where they went, started to get worried about them when they didn’t come back when we agreed to, leading to the police almost getting called and getting my friends in hot water. Now they’re pissed at me.
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On our last day there, my two friends who were there with me were going to go down to a creek down the hill from camp, but agreed to be back at camp by the evening to eat whatever they caught, start packing up and heading home. I stayed up at camp.
While they were gone, a bit after when we were supposed to meet, I started to go look for them because I was worried they had gotten lost, but I couldn’t find where they were, and started to get nervous and kinda freak out. After about an hour or two, I was extremely worried about them as the sun was going down and we had no cell reception.
I went to the park manager for help, when another camper heard me and was willing to help me find them. We drove around trying to find them, but eventually we found them actually fairly close to our camp near the stream. If we weren’t able to find them, the park manager would’ve called the police.
Unfortunately, he also told me while we were looking that the season for fishing in that specific river was closed, meaning the fish we had caught were technically illegal. We didn’t know that, but when I found them we had to throw the fish back so we wouldn’t risk a fine. We should’ve known that before we went, but our mistake.
So now my friends are pissed with me, because I was really worried about them and I couldn’t find them, leading to asking for help from someone, leading to a police scare and almost getting my friends in trouble. Now I’m terrified that I screwed up my relationships with my friends, as these are some of my best friends. All because I was worried. TIFU
TLDR: I went camping and fishing with some friends, couldn’t find where they went, started to get worried about them when they didn’t come back when we agreed to, leading to the police almost getting called and getting my friends in hot water. Now they’re pissed at me.