Aloha

Before I dive into my review of the Minneapolis brewpub scene, I have some explaining to do about Hawaii. I made a terrible mistake, and shouldn’t have gotten on the plane.

Shouldn’t have gotten on the plane *back. It’s cold here in MN. And I can’t wear flip flops every day (and for everyone who knows me well, or plays on the *EGF Girls Hockey team, they will know that I love not wearing proper winter attire).

But all I have now are the memories of the sand, sun, and all you can eat poké.

*The Utzinger Rule: You must wear shoes – athletic shoes, winter boots, etc – into the arena, or onto the away-game bus. If you wear flip flops, you’re not allowed to play in the next game. This rule was created in 2003. TEN YEARS AGO.

The Ghosts

The Ghost of Blog’s Past:

Traveling was is (please see: Ghost of Blog’s Present) my raison d’être. I enjoy capturing the world – writing, photographing, and hearing what others have to say along my adventures – and sharing them with others. I traveled across Europe, Middle East, Southern Asia. Met incredible, inspiring people. Ate the best (and worst) foods of the world. Full of life and learnings. 

The Ghost of Blog’s Present:

But as it turns out, life is pretty dang expensive. If it weren’t for ~rent, school loan repayments, car insurance, parking ramps, happy hours, groceries, that speeding ticket I got seconds after realizing I was speeding, cell phone bills, that dress from Anthro that my closet couldn’t live without~ I’d be canyoning in the south of France or paragliding in Patagonia

I opted to sit in a cube instead. And my blog about Tea’raveling the world went to the place where blogs go to die: page 3 of Google Search results. Horrifying, I know. 

The Ghost of Blog’s Future

While I am waiting for my lucky break (e.i. NatGeo calling me up and putting me on assignment in country X), I decided that I have way too much time being wasted on meaningless outings. Time to shape up, ship out, and start writing again. Maybe it won’t be from the salt flats of Bolivia, but instead from the shores of Nameless Lake, MN. You say Himalayas, I say Afton Alps. Not from the Big Apple, but the “Minneapple.” The 612. Minneapolis. 

 

 

Inside the Amber Fort

Welcome to the Amber Fort’s ‘Hall of Mirrors.’

Every doorway had a new area to explore.  A new sight to see.  A different style of design: carvings, paintings, stonework, stained glass and more mirrors.

Of course, what fun would a fort be if you couldn’t climb it?  Note – I’m pretty sure this wasn’t allowed:

There were also some more legit viewing areas though, too!

And don’t forget about the snake charmers!  Little known fact: the snakes don’t actually move to the sound of the music, but the charmer’s sway of his instrument.

There are about a thousand pictures I took of the Amber Fort, but I’m afraid I’d bore you.  So I’ll leave you with this final image encompassing all that is great about Indian transportation; rickshaws, tour buses, motorcycles, cars, pedestrians and elephants.