Great ride today down to Kinsale. Quite a bit of elevation, but overall a good ride.
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The last two days I was fortunate enough to be able to participate in a training on a research vessel called the Celtic Voyager. The Celtic Voyager is 103ft long and has wet and dry chemical laboratories. It was commissioned in 1997 and can support 6-8 scientists with a maximum endurance of 14 days.
It was an intensive two day course on how to collect data for characterizing the Cork Harbor, the second largest natural harbor in the world. For example, this data might be used in an environmental impact assessment, for a project involving laying an electrical cable or pipe in the harbor. It didn’t have any direct connection to my research but it is great to learn about this aspect of the industry and to get out on a boat for a couple of days! Here is the area we were working.
We had some pretty good weather and some spectacular views going in and out of the harbor

This guy in a kayak was racing us for a while.

The city of Cobh looks quite nice from the harbor.

There are also quite a few factories and industrial buildings along the harbor.
We learned several different ways to collect sediment samples and do preliminary analysis on them.

We deployed a CTD which collects samples and measures salinity and temperature at different locations in the water column.
We deployed a remotely operated underwater vehicle. (ROV)
and a side sonar instrument to get high resolution data for mapping the sea floor.
Overall it was a great learning experience and fun as well.
Then Emily and I went to our second Cork City Football game.
We looked at the weather forecast this weekend and saw rain, and more rain. So we decided it was a good time to go out to Midleton and check out the Jameson experience. It turns out that many types of Irish whiskey are made in Midleton at the new facility that opened in 1975. Jameson, Redbreast, Midleton, Paddy’s, Powers are among them. Adjacent to the new distillery is the old distillery which housed the Cork Distillery Company, which merged with Jameson in 1966 to form the Irish Distillers Group. The old distillery is now the Jameson Experience and is a collection of old buildings where they have a tour which talks about the process of making whiskey.
In and around the buildings they have a lot of the old equipment on display and do a fairly thorough job of explaining the process of whiskey making.
In this part they showed us barrels at different stages in the process which pointed out how the color changes over time and how much they lose to evaporation during the process.
At the end of the tour Emily and I were selected to be official whiskey tasters. They had us compare a scotch, burbon, and Jameson whiskeys. Emily and I both liked the Jameson the best. We even got a personalized certificate showing our status as whiskey tasters.
We then had a nice lunch, then went to the Mad Monk before heading back to Cork.
All in all, we liked Midleton and the whiskey experience.
On our final day in London, we decided to go to the Tower of London. It was a bright sunny day and we were there when it opened. It turns out that during its history, many animals were kept at the tower. As a recognition of this these wire sculptures were made of some of the animals. They are pretty impressive, made of what seems to be chicken wire.
There are a lot of ravens roaming around the grounds.
We then took off for where I used to live 14 years ago. I cannot believe it has been that long. We got off the tube at sloan square and had lunch at an upscale eatery ( they charged us extra for essentially filtering our tap water) among other extra charges. We then walked over to Battersea park, where we saw these love birds.
We then had a pint at the Prince Albert (my old watering hole).

And then went by my old flat.
Then it was across the Albert bridge and back to Sloan Square.
I’m off to Cork, Ireland for the year of 2014 for a postdoctoral appointment at University College Cork. Head over to bretandemily.com for the latest of our European adventures. For photos from the postdoc work head to the UCC postdoc page.
-Bret
Head over to http://wedding.bretandemily.com to see pictures from our wedding!
Our big ticket item for Sunday was going to see a Tottenham Hotspurs FC game at White Hart Lane in Tottenham.
We began the lovely, sun-shiney day, however, with a stroll through Kensington Garden to the Prince Albert Memorial (which Bret kept telling me was a statue of Buddha). We ran into a pair of feral rose-ringed parakeets en route. I think it is interesting that when the King gets married, his wife becomes the Queen, but when a Queen gets married, her husband is a Prince Consort. The memorial, which is just across the street from the Royal Albert Hall is pretty spectacular.
We strolled on to the other side of Hyde Park and jumped on a tube. We made a quick detour for part 1 of Bret’s trip down memory lane and dropped by the Generator hostel, where he spent the first week of a six month stint in London 14 years ago, then passed by the Burger King around the corner he used to frequent.
We also caught a glimpse of the rival team’s (Southampton) bus.
And so it was time to make our way to White Hart Lane!!
We had planned to take the tube to Tottenham Hale station, but we were serenaded by young, Southampton supporters on the train (and exchanged supportive glances with fellow Spurs supporters), so we decided that we were probably heading to the same place as them and jumped off the tube when they did. It was a decent walk from the tube station to the stadium, so we got a good feeling for the neighborhood. Tottenham is a municipal borough of London, about eight miles northeast of the city center. Tottenham has been around for over a thousand years. In the late 1870s, the area was transformed from a semi-rural recreational area for upper class Londoners to a middle/ working class neighborhood because of an influx of cheap housing and transportation into London (the train). Currently, it has a multicultural demographic. We saw more ethnic diversity on our walk to the stadium than we have seen on our journey so far (or around Corvallis).
The Spurs started playing football in 1882 and have been on location at White Hart Lane since 1899. There is controversy over the fan’s use of “Yid Army” to identify their support for the Spurs. Originally, Spurs supporters were subjected to anti-Semitic slurs because of the large contingent of Jewish supporters. They fought back by adopting “Yid” as a chant to diffuse the insulting nature of the name calling. Now, they are reluctant to let go of the chant, although there are fewer Jewish supporters and currently many find the chant insulting (the English Football Association, the Board of Deputies of British Jews, and the Association of Black Lawyers have called for a ban on the chant). It is an interesting cycle.
It was also really interesting to walk from a very ethnically diverse neighborhood into the White Hart Lane game day zone. Not a lot of diversity there, but a lot of white men… occasionally a girlfriend or wife (Myself included, I suppose…I estimated the male: female ratio at 9:1 and Bret estimated it at 4:1). There were a lot of father/ son combos too, but I only saw two little girls. It made me a little sad.
Anyway, we were there to support our team, so we got our beanies and scarves and found our seats.
Things were not looking good for the Spurs. Southampton scored 2 goals early in the first half.  This might be one of them:
The Southampton supporters were drowning the home team supporters with cheers and chants. It was almost getting embarrassing. The Spurs came back though with a goal just before half time. I think that livened the crowd a bit and the second half started with some loud cheers and another home team goal! The rest of the half went back and forth with no more goals until 1 minute into 4 minutes of stoppage time. The Spurs made a glorious comeback and their fans let the other team know. This was the chant after the winning goal (video is from a different game though and strong language warning).
It was pretty exciting 🙂
After the game we shuffled with the rest of the crowd back to the tube and headed to Leicester Square for a stroll and Chinatown for dinner.
And, of course, we stopped for a pint at the local pub near our hotel, The Stewart’s Arm, where we got to hear an interesting (and by interesting, I mean barely recognizable) version of “Wagon Wheel,” a song that always brings us back to our wedding 🙂
So, we decided to go to London for the weekend. We were lured into it by stories of incredibly low airfares. The airfare was, in fact, quite inexpensive… can’t say quite so much for the rest of the trip, but we had a great time!
We left Friday evening and arrived in time to go to bed at a hotel near the airport. We were up early Saturday morning, however, in order to pack as much fun time in as possible. We were on the first bus out of Stansted airport and made it downtown by 9:30am. We started right in with breakfast. The Regency Cafe had high marks on yelp and it hit the spot.
The next order of business was a walk past the Houses of Parliament and Westminster Abbey to the Thames River.
We walked along the river past the London Eye.
We found out what a taco truck looks like in London.
We stopped at Tate Modern to catch some culture. A couple of Bret’s faves:
my fave:
When we were museumed out, we walked across the Millennium bridge. It is a pedestrian bridge that was constructed as part of the Millennium tourist attraction package. It was quickly nicknamed the wobbly bridge and closed shortly after opening in 2000. It reopened in 2002 and seemed sound enough to us.
We also got some fresh toasted nuts with salt and caramel!!!
mmmm…
Next up, St. Paul’s Cathedral. This is the seat of the Church of England. The cathedral was designed by Sir Christopher Wren, who is credited with rebuilding much of London following the great fire in 1666, and was the tallest building in London for much of its lifetime (365 ft).
We had to hasten along, however, because we needed to get back to the river for a boat tour! Along the path on the northern side of the river, we ran into some more cool embellishments: camel sided park benched, dragons, and, yes, a 3500 year old Egyptian obelisk. The obelisk is called Cleopatra’s Needle, although it predated Cleopatra by about 1500 years. It was a gift from Muhammad Ali (the King of Egypt and Sudan, not the boxer) in 1819. It did not actually leave Egypt until 1877 and had a rough journey (including a few days floating around the Bay of Biscay in a giant iron cylinder after the boat that was transporting it sunk). It was finally erected in 1878 over a time capsule (with the following items: A set of 12 photographs of the best looking English women of the day, a box of hairpins, a box of cigars, several tobacco pipes, a set of imperial weights, a baby’s bottle, some children’s toys, a shilling razor, a hydraulic jack and some samples of the cable used in erection, a 3′ bronze model of the monument, a complete set of British coins, a rupee, a portrait of Queen Victoria, a written history of the strange tale of the transport of the monument, plans on vellum, a translation of the inscriptions, copies of the bible in several languages, a copy of John 3:16 in 215 languages, a copy of Whitaker’s Almanack, a Bradshaw Railway Guide, a map of London and copies of 10 daily newspapers).
Anyhoo, on to the river tour!
If someone was found guilty of treason, he/ she would be shipped from the houses of Parliament to the London Tower, through the Traitor’s Gate, to await execution.
We were getting fairly worn out by the end of the boat tour, but we only had the weekend to pack in as much as possible! So, we walked over to Piccadilly Circus for a much needed drink and snack at the Queens Head pub. Then, we strolled through St. James’ Park to the entrance to Buckingham Palace.
Luckily, we happened by a tube stop just as it began to hail. We decided to call it a day and head to our hotel. We barely made it out for dinner before we crashed out from a full day.
Next up, Tottenham Hotspurs FC game, the Tower of London, and a trip down memory lane for Bret!
Wow. What a fun weekend. Here’s the short story:
I have to say, by Monday afternoon we were quite beat.
St. Patrick was a christian missionary who is largely credited with bring Catholicism to Ireland (and, of course ridding Ireland of snakes). He originally came to Ireland (most likely from England) as a slave when he was in his teens. It is said that he was not quite so pious prior to his time in slavery and found God during the long days and nights working in solitude as sheep tender. He was able to escape slavery and returned to his home where he went on to become a christian priest. He considered it his calling to convert the Irish to Christianity and was sent back to Ireland eventually by Pope Celestine. While, clearly, his calling was largely fulfilled, there were Christians in Ireland prior to St. Patrick’s arrival and there are other missionaries that were also important in the establishment of the Irish Catholic church.
St. Patrick’s day celebrations seemed pretty widespread. There were parades in most of the nearby towns (including Cork) and there seemed to be a lot of revelry going on all weekend. Lots of flags, shamrocks, and leprechaun costumes. It reminded me of the 4th of July in the US as generally a patriotic kind of celebration.
In addition to the excitement of a holiday weekend, Saturday was (by far) the loveliest day we have yet experienced in Ireland. Not a cloud in the sky from the moment we woke and warm temperatures. Couldn’t ask for a better day for a bike ride. Bret posted pictures of the ride here (and most of the following pics are his). Nevermind the small boot-shaped detour in the southern half of the loop (I swear Bret didn’t take us down the wrong turn). Bandon was a nice little town that I will look forward to going back and exploring again sometime. Although this sort of summarizes how I was feeling after our first long bike ride in a while:
We got home from our ride just in time to watch Ireland eek out a victory over France in the 6 Nations Rugby Tournament. Bret and I started following this almost by accident (we happen to be in a pub at the time of the first Ireland match vs. Scotland). We became loyal fans pretty quickly, although Rugby is both a brutal and a complicated sport. We feel like we learned a little more each game. The finale of the tournament pit France versus Ireland. Ireland, France, and England all had the same record going into their last game. England beat Italy resoundingly earlier in the day. As things stood, if Ireland won, they would win the tournament (they had a larger goal differential than England). If Ireland lost, England would win (unless France could outscore Ireland by more than 72 points), but France would hold on to second (they ended up fourth). It was by far the most brutal game of the tournament (at least that we watched). Ireland and France both left a fair amount of blood on the field and fought to the end for a score of 22-20 Ireland. We celebrated the win with dinner and margaritas at our favorite Irish Mexican restaurant.
Sunday morning we got up early to a less than perfect day (clouds were back, but it was not raining). We took the first bus to Skibbereen, a small town in West Cork near the coast. We have noticed that things rarely get going in Ireland before noon or 1pm and Sunday mornings are especially quiet. We wandered around Skibbereen after finding some breakfast.
We found a Gaelic Football scrimmage to watch for a bit… super crazy game, sort of a cross between rugby, basketball, and soccer played with a giant volleyball. I am not actually sire there are any rules.
After wandering, we had a pint at the local pub before jumping on a bus to our next destination: Clonakilty.
Clonakilty did not disappoint us. As soon as we got off the bus we wandered in the direction of the closed off street and the loud banjo. We quickly found this:
yes, Heavy Billy on his VW microbus tour. We listened for a bit then took a jaunt around town:
We ended up drawn back to Heavy Billy though, so we found a couple seats with a good view at the wine bar next door. He was soon joined by Chicken George, the dancer.
Turned out, they were the entertainment for some sort of auto race rally, so there were also men and women in auto racing outfits spraying champagne from the top of a double-decker bus. We watched until the festivities started winding down and after dinner, we jumped on the last bus back to Cork.
Monday, the gray skies were pretty solid and we slept in. We roused in time to catch the St. Patrick’s Day parade, although with 100,000 people lined up, we couldn’t find a great place to view it.
We did find some delicious brats and a cup of coffee.
After a long weekend of adventures, we were pretty worn out by the big day, so we had an early night (I know, so anti-climatic. We felt lame, but it was a school night for Bret).
back to reality…. This was the rainfall radar when Bret left to walk to work this morning.