The Grand Canyon & Hoover Dam

Sometimes words fail.

I’ve been thinking about what I can say about the Grand Canyon and Hoover Dam that hasn’t already been said. Everything seems to fall short of summing up my superb trip there in April. I’d like to be able to share some deep insights about what I took from our journey, like about how I discovered Scottish McDonald’s meals are far superior to their American counterparts.

I’m sure that upon further reflection, I’ll come back to this at a later date and write something more eloquent about my experience. For now though, I’ll let the photos do the talking.

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Mal na Mara

It all began about 1000 feet below the ground; in the depths of a Polish salt mine.

There, our friendly resident tour guide evidenced his theory of the restorative powers of salt. He explained that when he started in his position years before he had suffered from terrible asthma. Now, after almost daily exposure to the air of the Wieliczka Salt Mine, he had almost no breathing issues.

Since then, whenever I stand on a pier or lie on a beach, I think of our guide and wonder whether the same curative powers are found in the salt air of the ocean.

I thought of him again as I walked along the Fisherman’s Wharf in Steveston. The boats bobbed on the murky water, the crowds hustled along the uneven wooden planks of the pier inspecting the catch of the day. The sea air smelled of holidays and summer and home as it mingled with the mouthwatering aroma of fish and chips. This would surely remedy almost any ailment.

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My Travel Companion

The Cartoons were in the back seat beside me on the A9 in 1998. Eiffel 65 supported our choir at the 1999 Royal National Mod. Olly Murs sunbathed with me in Gran Canaria in 2012. Bastille flew with me to Canada in April.

Music is the ultimate travel companion. It always knows how to capture your mood and how to speak to it. My first cassette player (with no rewind button), my Sony Walkman CD player and my iPod have been my constant partners in crime throughout my short travelling life.

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