http://www.travelblog.org/Bloggers/1boyandhisgirl/ Travel adventures in journals and photos from 1boyandhisgirl en-us Mon, 01 Dec 2008 19:50:20 UTC Mon, 01 Dec 2008 19:50:20 UTC clucking from inside the wall scratching the aircon from within and cockledoodledooing us back to life every morning was deano the chicken. We were terrified to turn it on. And the first time we did a pile of feathers went flying towards us. We panicked rushing towards the off switch with murderers guilt. But thank the man upstairs we could still here the little guy pecking away as soon as we http://www.travelblog.org//Central-America-Caribbean/blog-195154.html As soon as we stepped out of the airport at Cancun charlotte got out the bug spray. look at those two laughed the local workers. Great so already were the laughing stock of Mexico. Five seconds was all it took. great But on the up Cancun was actually a lot nicer than we would have thought. Staying downtown it was easy to keep away from the Americans left over from.spring break bulabulabulabul http://www.travelblog.org//North-America/Mexico/blog-191819.html After our first night in san francisco everybodies favourite town was not ours. Naturally every good bed in the city was gone. The last one left was in an...well an interesting part of town. At a little place not just bad but so bad that charlotte woke up in the middle of the night screaming mummy. Thats no lie. We had to get out of there and a cheap backpackers hotel was the only option. Tha http://www.travelblog.org//North-America/United-States/California/blog-191818.html The windy city was more like the rainy city when our train finally chugged into Chicago. the second city of America felt kinda like halfway. our gateway to Cali. In our minds the spotless promise of eternal sunshine was just a train ride away. I know I know. This was where we would step on to the California zephyr. Probably the best train ride in the states no no in the world. The change in th http://www.travelblog.org//North-America/United-States/California/Yosemite-National-Park/blog-185186.html When leaving New York we were both dreading a 10 hour train ride. But more so we were upset to be leaving this urban jungle we had so deeply taken to. But as the train slowly and I mean slowly winded it's way upstate towards Montreal we knew it would be a journey that we would never forget. The buildings became few and far between as we were revealed to the untouched lakes and wildlife. After http://www.travelblog.org//North-America/Canada/Quebec/blog-178893.html It wasn't at the top of the empire state building. It wasn't at the state of liberty. It wasn't even at the diner with the huge burger that outweighed my head. NO...The first time we felt like proper americans was in the jam packed sweltering yankees stadium. As soon as we heard the shouts HOT DOGS GET YOUR HOT DOGS it hit us... We had arrived in the US of A. I always thought baseball was a bi http://www.travelblog.org//North-America/United-States/New-York/New-York/blog-175212.html We arrived at kittila a tiny airport in lapland. The local temperature was a mild 15 tropical if we compare it to the rest of the week. Unlike charlotte and the rest of the plane when patrick stepped out into the snow he felt as warm as anything. Cleverly reading the forecast he chose to layer himself with a thermal suite an active thermal suite whatever that means. thermal t shirt two jumpe http://www.travelblog.org//Europe/Finland/Lapland/Levi/blog-129820.html