In November I was invited to teach in the Postgraduate Certificate program for Archival Studies, run by the International Council on Archives (East Asian regional branch) and The University of Hong Kong. I gave a full day workshop on digital preservation to archivists and records managers from across East Asia – great fun – I learn so much every time a teach a course like this!
I also had several days to explore Hong Kong – my first time there, but I hope not my last. Not sure what I expected – people told me to go shopping, and I certainly could have bought anything from every possible global brand in a number of huge, bright shopping centres (no thanks!). Instead I walked for miles all over the city, took the historic Star Ferry to Kowloon,
Hiked around the Peak and marvelled at the views,
Took a ferry to Lamma Island, saw the Kamikaze Grottos, and ate dim sum on the beach; then back on Hong Kong island visited the Man Mo Temple.
I learned that Hong Kong is a place of infinite adventure, history, and beauty – I just scratched the surface and will definitely return.
Vigur is the second largest island of the Ísafjarðardjúp fjord in Westfjords, around two kilometres in length and 400 metres in width. It is the home of a single sheep farm, and eider down production from the nesting eider ducks. And thousands of other birds – puffins, terns, guillemots, gulls. Also the only windmill in Iceland, built in the 19th century.
The terns were nesting when we visited, and they were madly protective of their young. We had to carry sticks above our heads because they would dive bomb and attack the highest point.
Driving to the Westfjords from Reykjavik exceeded expectations in terms of both beauty and “eek” factor, as we crossed single-lane bridges, drove through single-lane tunnels, and clung to the side of cliffs on narrow switchbacks with no guard rails. Continue reading “Ísafjörður – the Westfjords”
Saturday morning – oh my, the breakfast at the Silica Hotel is amazing… and then what else is there but soaking happily in the silky, milky water of the hotel’s pool and stare at the landscape… Basking sharks couldn’t be happier. This is an expensive way to start a holiday, and worth every penny. Or kroner.