Helicopter
Rides
My
first helicopter ride was when I literally dropped off the cliff into
the Grand Canyon. I was sitting behind the pilot and I won’t repeat
what I said! The next helicopter ride was a few years later when
I flew a very short distance across Hudson Bay in Churchill,
Manitoba.
Unloading
was the interesting part of that trip. After the copter landed, a
fellow jumped out holding a loaded rifle to stand guard while we
quickly got out, ducked under the rotating blades and scurried inside
the lodge. Why the drama? Polar bears.
Maunthausen
Maunthausen,
meaning mother camp,
was the first concentration camp built in Austria. It also was my
first visit to a camp. I had to muster up a lot of courage to step
inside the gas chamber. It was an emotional experience.
In
succeeding European trips I visited Auschwitz and Birkenau. The
exhibits at Auschwitz made me sick to my stomach. Another year at
Dachau, the exhibits seemed less intense, many buildings had been
destroyed creating a lot more open field. Such memories are seared
into my brain.
A
Group Wedding
When
we were at the ancient city wall in Xian we learned about an upcoming
wedding. It was China’s first mass wedding, something the
government was encouraging. Thirty brides and grooms soon filled the
area below. Our guide found us a great viewing area. We watched all
the activities until the ceremony was well under way. Being in
Chinese, we couldn’t understand it but we admired the pretty
brides. We saw the featured article in the next day’s paper.
A
Shinny Hand
A
bronze statue of a French gentleman stands on the sidewalk outside
the Basilica Manor in Cuba. I’m not sure who he is but it is
supposed to be good luck to rub his hand. Obviously lots of people
have done so, as his left hand was very shinny.
A Fiasco
We
were about to leave the Hermitage in St. Petersburg, Russia when we
spotted a beautiful Victorian carriage. Fourteen men stood around
scratching their heads discussing how they were going to get the
carriage up the wide staircase. Eventually strips of wood arrived to
be used under the wheels to ramp the carriage up the steps. The
problem was that the wood was pressboard and the weight of the
carriage broke the wood each time the carriage moved forward. After a
time we decided it would take much more time than we wanted to waste
watching this fiasco. We walked away laughing.
Brigadoon
In
Scotland, brig
means bridge, so Brigadoon means a bridge over the River Doon. The
bridge is located close by the Robert Burns birthplace. The
picturesque medieval stone bridge was a nice photo op.
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