The furthest you've ever traveled alone
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London to Fredricton. 3 and half thousand miles and nine hours in the air. It's been a regular, once a year thing since I was 15 (or 14).
An hour-long flight to London.
Not very exciting.
I'm going to Edinburgh by myself in March though.
No friends or family or anything for a week.
I'm excited.
Edit: Not that there's anything wrong with my friends or family!
Not very exciting.
I'm going to Edinburgh by myself in March though.
No friends or family or anything for a week.
I'm excited.
Edit: Not that there's anything wrong with my friends or family!
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OT: umm furthest i've traveled is probably slough to see an ex grilfrind was about a 2-3 hour bus journey not sure how far in miles it is
England to California - which is apparently about 5456 miles (8780 km). I had traveled to England with my Mother, we took the train to France, and returned after a few days. However, she had intended to travel elsewhere (unsure where), and not return to California with me. She bid me farewell at the gate and I flew home, with I think one stop. However, I can't remember where the stop was. I want to say Georgia, probably Atlanta.
18,325km. Probably a bit further actually, as London to Auckland, via Singapore, isn't flown in a straight line!
Let's see... Oregon to Germany, ~5200mi(~8350km)... The rest of it is debatable whether or not I could be considered "alone", since I was either moving stations or deploying with my unit in military service. I traveled those 5200-ish miles back and forth for leave quite a few times all alone, though.
About 850 miles (or about 1350 kilometers) driving. I was going to college out of state at the time, and I decided to drive home during one of the summers. I did stop for the night along the way, but I'm taking the whole trip into consideration. Needless to say, I am very glad I only have to travel a little under 300 miles anymore.
Farthest I've gone was 5640km (Ottawa to Brussels). Admittedly, I was meeting up with family there, but last summer was the first time I'd ever been on a plane on my own. Domestic travel is probably 150km by train (Peterborough to Toronto).
Approximately 9,500 miles from England to Australia. I went there for a holiday, but stayed a lot longer because it was just so nice. Everything's a lot more spread out than in the UK, which was a little frustrating because I didn't have a car.
Seeing a massage-parlor in a mall was a bit of an oddity, but it made so much sense: you go in, pay for a massage and spend ten to fifteen minutes dazedly falling into the most blissful euphoria as a young asian man caresses your muscles in ways that make you sigh contentedly and groan with pleasure. Oh, how I needed that. In fact, I could do with one right now, but there don't seem to be any such places where I currently live (back) in England!
I was living in a cottage out in wine country and there were forest fires ripping through the nation fast enough that even if I'd been warned, I'd have been unable to escape before getting swamped by giant, raging walls of flame cutting through the countryside as the wind dragged it about like a plastic bag. It was so dry! The ants were not very accommodating, but the wine was delicious and red and lovely. I wish I'd bought more. Saw a dead kangaroo in the road. Plenty of sex, sun and booze. Lovely.
Before that, my other favorite trip was a short but sweet trip to Toronto in Canada. It was February, and even though it was cold, it was a very dry and manageable cold, if that makes sense? Here in the UK the wind carries so much moisture that it quickly robs you of any warmth you may possess, cutting into your fingers and ears and turning them numb; you rush home and fumble with the key in the lock to get into your bathroom and lower them into a basin of hot water, sighing out loud as the heat funnels into your fingers and you can move them again.
We hopped into a taxi and visited the CN Tower, with its super-fast elevator shooting right up to the top, where we could see the whole city (it's quite a big place) and we kissed on the balcony in high winds, then rushed back inside to kiss where it was warm. We were all cute and naive, d'aw! I'm not sure if there were other people about.
The train to Niagara Falls pushed its way through an endless white sheet, covered with more and more snow by the second; it was beautiful. Snow all around, right up to the horizon in every direction. Back in the city, it was a little icy, but stepping into one of the many large malls meant you were basically stepping in front of a giant hair-dryer, ready to brush all of that icy wetness right off you and leave you snug and cozy to look about the shops.
I stopped in China on the way back from Australia, but that was just a single flight and I stayed in the airport. Looking out the window, I saw an ocean of concrete, as far as the eye could see. A giant grey square plane covered in aeroplanes. The toilets were quite interesting: rounded troughs in the floor, suggesting that the proper directions for their usage involved squatting over them rather than sitting. It makes sense when you think about it: you don't have to let your precious bum touch any germy seats!
Travel is great. It's empowering: you're a new man in a new city, the master of your own destiny, with endless possibilities stretching out before you, beckoning you to start an adventure. Then you end up catching a stomach virus and spending four days on the toilet, swearing at the heavens.
I'm sorry it's such a long post again. I thought I'd forgotten all of this stuff, but it seems not. I've not been out of the country for a couple of years and I regret that. This place is just cold, dark and rusty. But no one I know could afford it.
Any of you ever try geohashing? It was mentioned on XKCD once or twice as a game you play with GPS, "using random numbers to generate latitude and longitude coordinates. The process of generating the random coordinates is called Geohashing. These coordinates serve as a basis for adventure, not unlike throwing a dart on a map and then trying to reach that location."
Anyone here ever feel a bond with a country that wasn't their country of birth? You travel and realize that you'd rather live there than where you came from? Heh.
Seeing a massage-parlor in a mall was a bit of an oddity, but it made so much sense: you go in, pay for a massage and spend ten to fifteen minutes dazedly falling into the most blissful euphoria as a young asian man caresses your muscles in ways that make you sigh contentedly and groan with pleasure. Oh, how I needed that. In fact, I could do with one right now, but there don't seem to be any such places where I currently live (back) in England!
I was living in a cottage out in wine country and there were forest fires ripping through the nation fast enough that even if I'd been warned, I'd have been unable to escape before getting swamped by giant, raging walls of flame cutting through the countryside as the wind dragged it about like a plastic bag. It was so dry! The ants were not very accommodating, but the wine was delicious and red and lovely. I wish I'd bought more. Saw a dead kangaroo in the road. Plenty of sex, sun and booze. Lovely.
Before that, my other favorite trip was a short but sweet trip to Toronto in Canada. It was February, and even though it was cold, it was a very dry and manageable cold, if that makes sense? Here in the UK the wind carries so much moisture that it quickly robs you of any warmth you may possess, cutting into your fingers and ears and turning them numb; you rush home and fumble with the key in the lock to get into your bathroom and lower them into a basin of hot water, sighing out loud as the heat funnels into your fingers and you can move them again.
We hopped into a taxi and visited the CN Tower, with its super-fast elevator shooting right up to the top, where we could see the whole city (it's quite a big place) and we kissed on the balcony in high winds, then rushed back inside to kiss where it was warm. We were all cute and naive, d'aw! I'm not sure if there were other people about.
The train to Niagara Falls pushed its way through an endless white sheet, covered with more and more snow by the second; it was beautiful. Snow all around, right up to the horizon in every direction. Back in the city, it was a little icy, but stepping into one of the many large malls meant you were basically stepping in front of a giant hair-dryer, ready to brush all of that icy wetness right off you and leave you snug and cozy to look about the shops.
I stopped in China on the way back from Australia, but that was just a single flight and I stayed in the airport. Looking out the window, I saw an ocean of concrete, as far as the eye could see. A giant grey square plane covered in aeroplanes. The toilets were quite interesting: rounded troughs in the floor, suggesting that the proper directions for their usage involved squatting over them rather than sitting. It makes sense when you think about it: you don't have to let your precious bum touch any germy seats!
Travel is great. It's empowering: you're a new man in a new city, the master of your own destiny, with endless possibilities stretching out before you, beckoning you to start an adventure. Then you end up catching a stomach virus and spending four days on the toilet, swearing at the heavens.
I'm sorry it's such a long post again. I thought I'd forgotten all of this stuff, but it seems not. I've not been out of the country for a couple of years and I regret that. This place is just cold, dark and rusty. But no one I know could afford it.
Any of you ever try geohashing? It was mentioned on XKCD once or twice as a game you play with GPS, "using random numbers to generate latitude and longitude coordinates. The process of generating the random coordinates is called Geohashing. These coordinates serve as a basis for adventure, not unlike throwing a dart on a map and then trying to reach that location."
Anyone here ever feel a bond with a country that wasn't their country of birth? You travel and realize that you'd rather live there than where you came from? Heh.
I just came back from a solo trip that went from California to DC, then down south to Orlando, then back to Cali again. Google says it's about 2,667 miles (4,293 KM) cross country. Mostly went to go to MAGfest which was a blast, and while I was originally gonna go to New York from there, people were freezing to death so Florida sounded more fun.
3400 km by plane from Edmonton to Ottawa to visit family.
Ask me again in a year, after I've flown from Edmonton to Moscow (7600km) and take a six day train to Vladivostok (9500km, totaling 17100 km).
Ask me again in a year, after I've flown from Edmonton to Moscow (7600km) and take a six day train to Vladivostok (9500km, totaling 17100 km).
Since I can't drive its walking the 26 miles from Oldham to Bradford, I can tell you I've never felt more determined than when walking over the moores of England whilst listening to the Lord of the Rings soundtrack!
All by my lonesome, except for a couple hitchhikers along the way I suppose. Across Canada, Nova Scotia to BC, thousands of kilometers.