<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303</id><updated>2012-02-07T22:53:11.641Z</updated><category term='Cavtat'/><category term='Stork'/><category term='Sunset'/><category term='Newt'/><category term='Sunny South East'/><category term='New Year Message'/><category term='Philly'/><category term='Portugal'/><category term='yeltsin'/><category term='Global Bird Watchers Conference'/><category term='Carlow'/><category term='Rungsted'/><category term='Finch Hatten'/><category term='Asturias'/><category term='Sheremetyevo'/><category term='Pedro e Ines'/><category term='Fishing in Ireland'/><category term='Irish Sea'/><category term='Sarus Crane'/><category term='Helsinki'/><category term='Baltic Sea'/><category term='Brendan Harding'/><category term='Staycations'/><category term='Arizona'/><category term='Waterford'/><category term='Eye Care'/><category term='La Berrea'/><category term='City of Brotherly Love'/><category term='Oryx.'/><category term='Desert'/><category term='New York'/><category term='Philadelphia'/><category term='1991'/><category term='karen blixen'/><category term='Stag'/><category term='Centro'/><category term='Egrets'/><category term='Irish nun'/><category term='Cherbourg'/><category term='Orle'/><category term='Vices Bar'/><category term='mercy nun'/><category term='Christiania'/><category term='Flood'/><category term='coup'/><category term='Fado'/><category term='Birdwatching'/><category term='Crazies'/><category term='seagulls'/><category term='Ewaso ng&apos;iro'/><category term='Out of Africa.'/><category term='Russia'/><category term='International House of Writers and Translators'/><category term='Northern Spain'/><category term='Irish Ferries'/><category term='Border'/><category term='Denmark'/><category term='Latvia'/><category term='Travel troubles'/><category term='scheswig holstein'/><category term='Drongo'/><category term='Leopard'/><category term='Philadelphia Convention and Visitors Bureau'/><category term='Kobenhavn'/><category term='Ventspils'/><category term='Gujarat'/><category term='SAS'/><category term='Manhattan'/><category term='charity'/><category term='Crowne Plaza Hotel Philadelphia'/><category term='Wet Summer'/><category term='Travel Writing'/><category term='Rosslare'/><category term='giant rucksacks'/><category term='Ukambani'/><category term='India'/><category term='Tax Free'/><category term='Phoenix'/><category term='Coimbra'/><category term='Moscow'/><category term='conservation'/><category term='Woodstock Bar'/><category term='Irish Rain'/><category term='Surfing in Ireland'/><category term='Copenhagen'/><category term='Kenya'/><category term='Picking My Brain'/><category term='Croatia'/><category term='shopping in the US'/><category term='Gerenuk'/><category term='Travel blog'/><category term='Mimi&apos;s Piano Bar'/><category term='Saguaro'/><category term='Konavle'/><category term='Saruni Samburu'/><category term='Adriatic'/><category term='Woodpecker'/><category term='Trains'/><category term='Pennsylvania'/><category term='Tramore'/><category term='nuu'/><category term='Bicycles'/><title type='text'>Brendan Harding's Trivial World of Travel</title><subtitle type='html'>Excerpts from 'Small World' a kind of weekly travel column... Kind of!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-3191009984017719932</id><published>2012-02-07T22:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-07T22:41:53.025Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pennsylvania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crowne Plaza Hotel Philadelphia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philadelphia Convention and Visitors Bureau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='City of Brotherly Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philadelphia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tax Free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping in the US'/><title type='text'>Tax Free in Philly</title><summary type='text'>NEWS UPDATE
TAXFREEPHILLY.IE - YOUR FRIENDLY SHOPPING GETAWAY COMPANION










You’ve booked the shopping break getaway to Philadelphia.  You’re ready to take advantage of some of the best tax free bargains on clothes and shoes on the east coast.  Now to plan your trip - there’s nothing more annoying than wandering the streets aimlessly, enduring sore feet before realising the best buy was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/3191009984017719932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2012/02/tax-free-in-philly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/3191009984017719932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/3191009984017719932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2012/02/tax-free-in-philly.html' title='Tax Free in Philly'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6E8OUnFJXqk/TzGlnG3tTdI/AAAAAAAAAL8/WGQ7zXPQxxw/s72-c/Philly.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-1227305134774723156</id><published>2012-01-27T16:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-06T16:56:21.435Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conservation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brendan Harding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birdwatching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gujarat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarus Crane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Global Bird Watchers Conference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drongo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel Writing'/><title type='text'>Gujarat - For The Birds</title><summary type='text'>Recently as a guest of Gujarat's Tourism Department I was fortunate to visit Ahmedabad and this enticing part of India for the 2nd Annual Bird Watchers Conference. These are some of my thoughts on the visit.


For many years I thought I knew a thing or two about birds and conservation. But I was mistaken, and badly. It took me twenty-eight hours, two international flights, one domestic flight and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/1227305134774723156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2012/01/gujarat-for-birds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/1227305134774723156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/1227305134774723156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2012/01/gujarat-for-birds.html' title='Gujarat - For The Birds'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr6moka4nq8/TyLPECIykqI/AAAAAAAAALY/7XctOoxA-q4/s72-c/Gujarat%2B183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-5854920305970924462</id><published>2011-11-10T11:51:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-11-10T12:01:22.128Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phoenix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arizona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woodpecker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saguaro'/><title type='text'>Finding Newt</title><summary type='text'>I never met Newt, so I can't tell you what kind of dog he was.   I'd like to think that Newt was the kind of dog who mostly stayed home in the shade, keeping clear of the hot Arizona sun, just about lifting his head every now and then when the humming birds stopped by to visit the garden greenery. The kind of dog who waited until he heard the familiar squeak of the front gate, or a car pull into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/5854920305970924462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2011/11/finding-newt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/5854920305970924462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/5854920305970924462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2011/11/finding-newt.html' title='Finding Newt'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fX-3XuFQ4zo/Tru8DFNqScI/AAAAAAAAALE/YCmGaUorB-I/s72-c/Newt%2B1%2Bsmall.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-6604136000562849046</id><published>2011-07-13T12:17:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T12:29:41.932+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brendan Harding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oryx.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ewaso ng&apos;iro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gerenuk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saruni Samburu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leopard'/><title type='text'>SARUNI SAMBURU - TRULY A WORLD AWAY</title><summary type='text'>On the remote plains of Kenya's Samburuland travel writer BRENDAN HARDING finds a true piece of magic  in a place of exquisite beauty and serenity.Appeared first the final edition of the News of the World - Sunday July 10th 2011The jeep had been following the course of the Ewaso Ng'iro river for barely ten minutes, it's waters reduced to no more than a slow-moving slop of coffee-brown mud by a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/6604136000562849046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2011/07/saruni-samburu-truly-world-away.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/6604136000562849046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/6604136000562849046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2011/07/saruni-samburu-truly-world-away.html' title='SARUNI SAMBURU - TRULY A WORLD AWAY'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jItMDJr9Hj0/Th2BO3jOVxI/AAAAAAAAAJY/rEPxno5zl9s/s72-c/Lodge1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-6411305812166100639</id><published>2011-03-15T11:02:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-15T11:08:28.195Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waterford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Staycations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny South East'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tramore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surfing in Ireland'/><title type='text'>Surf's Up Dude!</title><summary type='text'>Bringing his daughter to the pretty seaside town of Tramore, on Ireland's South East coast, travel writer BRENDAN HARDING learns that there really is still a lot to discover in Ireland.  "Are there sharks in the sea?" my daughter asked.  I couldn't lie; after all, she was the one wearing a wet-suit and walking towards the breaking waves, dragging a nine foot surf-board under her arm. "Only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/6411305812166100639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2011/03/surfs-up-dude.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/6411305812166100639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/6411305812166100639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2011/03/surfs-up-dude.html' title='Surf&apos;s Up Dude!'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m3z_LQk35_k/TX9IWigk3mI/AAAAAAAAAI8/S5ytBJoucDM/s72-c/IngaSurf1small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-2832911144402477725</id><published>2011-03-15T10:53:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-03-15T10:59:44.241Z</updated><title type='text'>A Slice of Madeira</title><summary type='text'>Spawned by volcanic activity in the remoteness of the Atlantic Ocean, the island of Madeira lies undiscovered by most. Recently, travel writer Brendan Harding decided to pay this autonomous Portuguese region a long overdue visit.On a clear Atlantic day, sometime during the early fourteen-hundreds – about tea-time I suspect – the Portuguese explorer João Gonçalves Zarco stood on the island of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/2832911144402477725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2011/03/slice-of-madeira.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/2832911144402477725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/2832911144402477725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2011/03/slice-of-madeira.html' title='A Slice of Madeira'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jYe_HEO_8EU/TX9F9WS1HCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Z3-Cy04EPrA/s72-c/Cable%2BCar%2BView%2BSmall.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-9201921764885597878</id><published>2011-01-14T13:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-14T13:33:59.080Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Latvia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International House of Writers and Translators'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baltic Sea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ventspils'/><title type='text'>Time and Space in Latvia</title><summary type='text'>During a one-month period as writer in residence in the Latvian town of Ventspils writer Brendan Harding used the ocean as his inspiration to write about a subject far removed from the Baltic Sea's turbulent waves.    The most precious gift a writer can receive is the gift of time and space in which to write. It took the endless yellow emptiness of a Latvian beach, the sound of the breaking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/9201921764885597878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-and-space-in-latvia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/9201921764885597878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/9201921764885597878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-and-space-in-latvia.html' title='Time and Space in Latvia'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9i23oHBLJ4A/TTBQb4E2MlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/C5ow8D_gNHw/s72-c/Ventspils%2BBeach%2BSmall.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-3188826545886512403</id><published>2011-01-14T13:07:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-14T13:26:14.956Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SAS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christiania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copenhagen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Denmark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woodstock Bar'/><title type='text'>Christiania - It Takes All Sorts</title><summary type='text'>In a small corner of the Danish capital there is place which truly emphasises the liberal attitude of the Danes. Travel writer BRENDAN HARDING spent a pleasant Sunday afternoon exploring the self-appointed 'Freetown' of Christiania, slap-bang in the heart of the Scandinavian city.At first I thought it was a large bar of milk-chocolate the man produced from his pocket and placed on the table. Just</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/3188826545886512403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2011/01/christiania-it-takes-all-sorts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/3188826545886512403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/3188826545886512403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2011/01/christiania-it-takes-all-sorts.html' title='Christiania - It Takes All Sorts'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9i23oHBLJ4A/TTBK57Y1ARI/AAAAAAAAAIA/HDVI1clK4LM/s72-c/Copenhagen%2BSkSmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-4349800229605483610</id><published>2010-10-15T11:11:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T11:19:36.595+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brendan Harding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ukambani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenya'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One man's torrent... On a dry river-bank in the Kenyan bush, travel writer Brendan Harding and his colleague find the power of the extraordinary in the ordinary.  The riverbed had been dry as we had eased the jeep down the steep bank, its wheels spinning frantically for grip on the sandy floor. With a flick of the wrist my colleague engaged the four-wheel drive. Instantly, the spinning rubber </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/4349800229605483610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-mans-torrent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/4349800229605483610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/4349800229605483610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-mans-torrent.html' title=''/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9i23oHBLJ4A/TLgp1GOQsGI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3sg3Q36-_fM/s72-c/River+Pik+Pik+Small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-8939559600032223891</id><published>2010-09-27T16:12:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T16:18:57.044+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SAS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copenhagen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kobenhavn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Denmark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bicycles'/><title type='text'>Copenhagen</title><summary type='text'>So much to do, so little time On a whirlwind visit to the Danish capital travel writer Brendan Harding races against the clock to explore this delightful city in the North  Seventy-two hours may seem like a long time, but, as I've discovered, it's not half long enough if you plan to visit Denmark's delightful and thought-provoking capital Copenhagen. Even as the short SAS flight from Dublin (less</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/8939559600032223891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2010/09/copenhagen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/8939559600032223891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/8939559600032223891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2010/09/copenhagen.html' title='Copenhagen'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9i23oHBLJ4A/TKC1kAaMmyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Z5Qazq2zC_s/s72-c/Copenhage+small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-8813882286417933691</id><published>2010-09-27T16:06:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T16:10:35.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mombassa to Nairobi</title><summary type='text'>One of the world's most evocative train journeys begins at Mombassa on the Indian Ocean. Travel writer Brendan Harding recounts his experiences onboard this enigmatic train.  As I sat in the bar I couldn't help wondering if my aunt had sat in the very same place, many years previously, sipping a pre-departure gin and tonic. The picture behind the counter would have changed of course; instead of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/8813882286417933691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2010/09/mombassa-to-nairobi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/8813882286417933691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/8813882286417933691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2010/09/mombassa-to-nairobi.html' title='Mombassa to Nairobi'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9i23oHBLJ4A/TKCzaFKwuvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kwalI7Hjv4U/s72-c/Indian+Ocean+2+Small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-7851024134357682339</id><published>2010-09-27T15:58:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T16:06:34.984+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rungsted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karen blixen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Denmark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finch Hatten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of Africa.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenya'/><title type='text'>Out of Africa and into my heart...</title><summary type='text'>From an African hillside to the shores of the Baltic Sea travel writer Brendan Harding follows his love for the author Karen Blixen.  Karen Blixen and I met when I was still a young boy. I found her hidden among a tower of dusty and dog-eared books in the dark depths of our under-stairs' closet. Behind piles of musty winter coats and boxes of 'things' no longer needed. It was here in this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/7851024134357682339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2010/09/out-of-africa-and-into-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/7851024134357682339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/7851024134357682339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2010/09/out-of-africa-and-into-my-heart.html' title='Out of Africa and into my heart...'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9i23oHBLJ4A/TKCyqFs6PgI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ulimB5B0d1M/s72-c/Tomb+2+Small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-3058195581497692126</id><published>2010-09-27T15:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T15:15:50.515+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Coming Of Age</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:SimSun; 	panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1; 	mso-font-alt:宋体; 	mso-font-charset:134; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:"\@SimSun"; 	panose-1:2 1 6 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/3058195581497692126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2010/09/coming-of-age.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/3058195581497692126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/3058195581497692126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2010/09/coming-of-age.html' title='A Coming Of Age'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9i23oHBLJ4A/TKCmrvOW0MI/AAAAAAAAAG4/D8VBqrzyWDU/s72-c/MLJETBEACH+Small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-480737269218876149</id><published>2010-07-26T12:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T12:17:59.509+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Thoughts From Abroad</title><summary type='text'>During a brief lull in his continuous wanderings travel writer Brendan Harding reflects on the familiarity of his native surroundings.Sometimes there's just no escaping it and traveling takes a distant second place to the act of living. Sometimes, despite my greatest desires, home is where I must be. There are things, everyday tasks which require my attention: a heating system to be made ready </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/480737269218876149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2010/07/home-thoughts-from-abroad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/480737269218876149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/480737269218876149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2010/07/home-thoughts-from-abroad.html' title='Home Thoughts From Abroad'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9i23oHBLJ4A/TE1uRAeux9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/3dL9Ul8V73U/s72-c/Pic+Erin+Small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-139965175456093043</id><published>2010-07-01T11:20:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T11:29:32.247+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Konavle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vices Bar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adriatic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cavtat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Croatia'/><title type='text'>The Coolest Bar In The World</title><summary type='text'>'Small World' The Carlow Nationalist - June 2010Sunset over the Adriatic Sea as seen from Vice’s Sunset bar in the Croatian town of Cavtat.Travel writer Brendan Harding visits the Croatian town of Cavtat, the mountains and villages of the Konavle region and what he calls 'The Coolest Bar in the World'.Vice (pronounced Vee-Say) runs the perfect bar and he knows it. He smiles a big wide-eyed smile </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/139965175456093043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2010/07/coolest-bar-in-world-sunset-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/139965175456093043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/139965175456093043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2010/07/coolest-bar-in-world-sunset-over.html' title='The Coolest Bar In The World'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9i23oHBLJ4A/TCxsO7tEl-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PvcuGiuIJFo/s72-c/SUNSET+AT+VICE%27S+Small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-5210265439846963222</id><published>2010-06-18T15:38:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T15:45:15.732+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosslare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irish Sea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherbourg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irish Ferries'/><title type='text'>Wilde About Ferries</title><summary type='text'>The Big Boat 'Oscar Wilde', isn't it time you tried the ferry?     Travel writer BRENDAN HARDING had a strong dislike of ferries until a chance encounter with the Irish Ferries ship 'Oscar Wilde' changed his mind.Little boats were fine; it's the big ones I had a problem with. When I was young I spent a lot of my free time, as Ratty would have it, messing about on the river. Paddling down lazy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/5210265439846963222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2010/06/wilde-about-ferries.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/5210265439846963222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/5210265439846963222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2010/06/wilde-about-ferries.html' title='Wilde About Ferries'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9i23oHBLJ4A/TBuFXK09z5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/sQqnDmL8rqU/s72-c/Irish+Ferries+(Oscar+Wilde).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-7484447309230914883</id><published>2010-05-10T13:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T13:47:26.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning From Alfredo</title><summary type='text'>Ireland may not have a Forum like that of Rome but we still have an awful lot to offer our visitors.At a time when Ireland is attempting to reinvent itself and lure tourists back to her shores travel writer BRENDAN HARDING sees a chink of light in the gloom.   I was foot-sore and ravenous when I stumbled across Alfredo's tiny restaurant; tucked away like a sacred relic in the shade of another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/7484447309230914883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2010/05/learning-from-alfredo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/7484447309230914883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/7484447309230914883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2010/05/learning-from-alfredo.html' title='Learning From Alfredo'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9i23oHBLJ4A/S-gAEM7n5DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/HDoZikgVygY/s72-c/Roman+Forum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-2313131434698883701</id><published>2010-05-10T13:28:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T13:35:47.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranded in Alentejo</title><summary type='text'>Herdade do Touril with not a sign of an ash cloud on the horizon.While the rest of Europe ground to a halt under the effects of a volcanic ash-cloud travel writer Brendan Harding discovered the glories of Portugal's Alentejo and makes his apologies.At a motorway service station on the outskirts of Cherbourg the picture on the cover of the newspaper, Bild, summed up the past week for a multitude </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/2313131434698883701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2010/05/stranded-in-alentejo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/2313131434698883701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/2313131434698883701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2010/05/stranded-in-alentejo.html' title='Stranded in Alentejo'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9i23oHBLJ4A/S-f8uXt4hqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ITqdSVb-5IU/s72-c/Herdade+do+Touril.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-157490927475410679</id><published>2010-04-28T13:18:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T13:23:20.457+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coimbra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedro e Ines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Centro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portugal'/><title type='text'>In Love With Centro</title><summary type='text'>In the little-known Portuguese region of Centro there is a love story which spans time. Travel writer Brendan Harding finds his own love for this hidden European treasure.   Nestled on a hilltop in the virtually undiscovered Portuguese region of Centro, - just ninety minutes north of Lisbon - there is an air of youth about the city of Coimbra which belies the antiquity of its butter-coloured </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/157490927475410679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-love-with-centro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/157490927475410679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/157490927475410679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-love-with-centro.html' title='In Love With Centro'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9i23oHBLJ4A/S9goT2NBXoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/HjkgSW1cNWg/s72-c/Coimbra+Small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-5577964291298736040</id><published>2010-03-08T11:57:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:12:13.689Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Helsinki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Border'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel Writing'/><title type='text'>Escape From Russia</title><summary type='text'>Russia in the 1990's was a different place than now. Travel Writer Brendan Harding recounts a journey taken by train in the depths of a bleak Russian winter.Carlow Nationalist - November 2009I sometimes wonder if I'd dreamt that night, or conjured it into life from the lines of a book, or grainy film clips remembered from a wet childhood Sunday. But it remains far too real in my memory. Outside </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/5577964291298736040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2010/03/escape-from-russia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/5577964291298736040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/5577964291298736040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2010/03/escape-from-russia.html' title='Escape From Russia'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9i23oHBLJ4A/S5Toudh7bKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/T98iuUn7nyw/s72-c/Russian+Forest.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-4311394296111466397</id><published>2009-12-31T13:18:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:46:35.744Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year Message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brendan Harding'/><title type='text'>A Trivial Kind of Urbi et Orbi...</title><summary type='text'>Hello Travel Fans,Well, I guess I owe you all an apology. I've been neglecting my blog duties of late and that's not good at all. But what you lose on the swings you gain on the roundabout (or something to that effect), and due to my shameful neglect of Trivial Travels I can safely say my book is going rather well. If this were a movie a caped villain would now swing through the window cackling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/4311394296111466397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2009/12/trivial-kind-of-urbi-et-orbi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/4311394296111466397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/4311394296111466397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2009/12/trivial-kind-of-urbi-et-orbi.html' title='A Trivial Kind of Urbi et Orbi...'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9i23oHBLJ4A/SzyqWjDGXII/AAAAAAAAAEw/0WWShrdzBao/s72-c/1930_Mae_Happy-New-Yr_sm_2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-1629670033679228994</id><published>2009-11-23T12:58:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:51:39.274Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manhattan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mimi&apos;s Piano Bar'/><title type='text'>Just what we need, another crazy in Manhattan...</title><summary type='text'>Manhattan: you don't have to be crazy but it helps."Hey man I know you, don't I?" the guy said.  I'd seen him earlier in the day; somewhere on 3rd Avenue leaning at a bus stop reciting poetry that nobody wanted to hear. A tall black man dressed all wrong; he wore a woman's fur coat over trousers that stopped being trousers about half-way down his shins. On his head he had a blue hard-hat, but you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/1629670033679228994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-what-we-need-another-crazy-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/1629670033679228994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/1629670033679228994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-what-we-need-another-crazy-in.html' title='Just what we need, another crazy in Manhattan...'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9i23oHBLJ4A/SwqIRnCmArI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5kz2yN7-3_A/s72-c/Manhattan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-6137631235182062364</id><published>2009-11-02T13:12:00.011Z</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:42:00.859Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheremetyevo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1991'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yeltsin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moscow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coup'/><title type='text'>Raise your glasses, there's tanks on the streets...</title><summary type='text'>Boris Nikolayevich Yeltsin addresses the crowds from the foot-plate of a Russian tank.On the TV screen Boris Yeltsin was standing on the foot-plate of a Russian tank. He looked fresh-faced with ruddy cheeks, almost boyish. Two vigilant men with sharp cheek-bones and wearing functional dark suits stood at either side. A soldier whose face was blackened except for the clean white circles of skin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/6137631235182062364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2009/11/raise-your-glasses-theres-tanks-on.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/6137631235182062364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/6137631235182062364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2009/11/raise-your-glasses-theres-tanks-on.html' title='Raise your glasses, there&apos;s tanks on the streets...'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9i23oHBLJ4A/Su7enlaJafI/AAAAAAAAAEM/k2EEGpen77o/s72-c/Yeltsin+tank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-9080976839382582263</id><published>2009-10-12T09:11:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T14:06:29.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds I have loved... Part 1</title><summary type='text'>It was dusk when I arrived in Dubrovnik for the first time. Above the thick, crenellated walls that have seen more than any city’s fair share of conflict the late-summer sky burned a pastel shade of orange with the last light of day. Through the labyrinth of narrow cobbled alleyways smiling couples walked hand-in-hand wearing looks of perfect contentment, their smiles were infectious. Somewhere </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/9080976839382582263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2009/10/birds-i-have-loved-part-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/9080976839382582263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/9080976839382582263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2009/10/birds-i-have-loved-part-1.html' title='Birds I have loved... Part 1'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9i23oHBLJ4A/StLmRCRVV_I/AAAAAAAAADY/1WJvKLAS3cg/s72-c/Hoopoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-7209115282658808327</id><published>2009-09-29T12:39:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:43:20.957+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The hardest journey yet...</title><summary type='text'>I've been away as you may have noticed. Not away away, but away – if you get what I mean? No?Ok then, I'll put it another way. Physically I haven't been any further than the supermarket or visiting the houses' of friends, or standing in social welfare lines, but my mind has been all kinds of places and taken me on a journey I had never imagined.Before you ask, I can assure you that there were no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/7209115282658808327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2009/09/hardest-journey-yet_29.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/7209115282658808327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/7209115282658808327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2009/09/hardest-journey-yet_29.html' title='The hardest journey yet...'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9i23oHBLJ4A/SsH3Rs0hWaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CRplrqU7Ib0/s72-c/gagarin_space_suite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-6665256506795693618</id><published>2009-09-11T12:08:00.018+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T16:54:28.210+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brendan Harding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Berrea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Northern Spain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asturias'/><title type='text'>Learning a lesson in Asturias...</title><summary type='text'>The scenery changed as the route took me North from Castile and Léon and back into Asturias where the jagged summits of the Picos de Europa climbed skyward in the distance.I followed the River Nalon through its steep, walled gorges, the sound of its rushing waters drowning the monotony of the car's engine. At a bend on the road a sign made from simple, natural wood announced I had arrived in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/6665256506795693618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2009/09/learing-lesson-in-asturias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/6665256506795693618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/6665256506795693618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2009/09/learing-lesson-in-asturias.html' title='Learning a lesson in Asturias...'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9i23oHBLJ4A/SqoxJoLVJrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RZKonPU66D8/s72-c/Asturian+Landscape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-5010509507992477441</id><published>2009-09-02T13:48:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T14:12:01.639+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seagulls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brendan Harding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Helsinki'/><title type='text'>Seagulls, accountants and a stroll in Helsinki...</title><summary type='text'>I was in a meeting with my prospective accountant recently.I say prospective because I’ve never been good at keeping records - unless of course they happen to be twelve inches in diameter, mostly black in colour and made from vinyl - and we all know how much accountants like well-kept records.  But that’s not the story I want to tell you. This is the story…   As I was sitting opposite my PA (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/5010509507992477441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2009/09/seagulls-accountants-and-stroll-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/5010509507992477441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/5010509507992477441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2009/09/seagulls-accountants-and-stroll-in.html' title='Seagulls, accountants and a stroll in Helsinki...'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9i23oHBLJ4A/Sp5sGVPyHEI/AAAAAAAAACI/64BE_ZT01nQ/s72-c/seagull2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-7100484946219705851</id><published>2009-08-29T14:08:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T14:27:43.860+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giant rucksacks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brendan Harding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel troubles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scheswig holstein'/><title type='text'>You don't know who you'll meet...</title><summary type='text'>by Brendan HardingYou just don't know who you're going to meet on your travels, do you? Mad man or monk.  You know the scenario. You are standing on the platform of a little station in Schleswig-Holstein, Komarom-Esztergom or any other equally hyphenated and out-of-the-way place, an over-stuffed rucksack leaning against your leg like some kind of dumb, brutish pet.  What you really want is to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/7100484946219705851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-dont-know-who-youll-meet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/7100484946219705851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/7100484946219705851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-dont-know-who-youll-meet.html' title='You don&apos;t know who you&apos;ll meet...'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9i23oHBLJ4A/SpkqxBIG0JI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kl7LM4w42G8/s72-c/mouth_tape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-7456800372202653561</id><published>2009-08-19T13:57:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T16:58:40.692+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma Murphy's and the disappearing Irish pub</title><summary type='text'> And there was I thinking that the real Irish pub was dead. Buried. It's epitaph already written and carved in the memories of those of a certain age. 'Here lies the Irish pub' it declaimed. 'A victim of bastards in suits and sun-tanned estate agents with pink Ralph Lauren knitwear knotted and draped casually (in a calculated manner) about their gold-chained necks. In her dying moments the last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/7456800372202653561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2009/08/ma-murphys-and-disappearing-irish-pub.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/7456800372202653561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/7456800372202653561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2009/08/ma-murphys-and-disappearing-irish-pub.html' title='Ma Murphy&apos;s and the disappearing Irish pub'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9i23oHBLJ4A/Sov5UQwUTmI/AAAAAAAAABo/HUNZj6hLLvU/s72-c/Pint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-4259031404725421644</id><published>2009-08-19T13:47:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T17:09:07.497+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brendan Harding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wet Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fishing in Ireland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irish Rain'/><title type='text'>Another Irish Summer</title><summary type='text'>"Isn't that a terrible day?" my neighbour said rushing past the front door.  Of course she was right; the rain had been coming down steadily since early morning. In fact the rain had been coming down steadily since early 2007.The sky over Carlow hung suspended like a flat sheet of grey metal; the hills' edges blurred to a dark fuzzy green; their summits swallowed deep inside the soft underbelly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/4259031404725421644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-irish-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/4259031404725421644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/4259031404725421644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-irish-summer.html' title='Another Irish Summer'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9i23oHBLJ4A/Sqp13M8JwqI/AAAAAAAAACg/XHgzV-12X38/s72-c/Rain+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-8950222607646666829</id><published>2009-08-19T13:28:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T16:56:30.259+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irish nun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karen blixen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mercy nun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuu'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                   A Very special Irish Nun by Brendan Harding    Since I was a small child I've been in love with Kenya. Not some passing crush or silly infatuation, but head-on, no-holds-barred love.It started with my aunt who left Ireland as a young girl; wartime London her destination. But, as life likes to play tricks on the young and those with wander-some notions, the Gods cast the stones </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/8950222607646666829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2009/08/very-special-irish-nun-by-brendan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/8950222607646666829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/8950222607646666829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2009/08/very-special-irish-nun-by-brendan.html' title=''/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9i23oHBLJ4A/SovxFaBbB-I/AAAAAAAAABI/tHfqEKwViis/s72-c/Goretti.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384690418950147303.post-5091759291077438651</id><published>2009-08-17T13:25:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T16:55:30.165+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picking My Brain'/><title type='text'>Travel whore...</title><summary type='text'>Travel-whore or not?At the moment I don't really have much of an idea where this is going to take me... take us (should you decide to accept the challenge of course), but I'm sure of one thing; it won't be an ordinary journey.My initial intention was to write about all things travel-related, but thrown with a kind of curve-ball if you know what I mean?What I think I mean is that I want to write </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/feeds/5091759291077438651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-ive-got-site.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/5091759291077438651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384690418950147303/posts/default/5091759291077438651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanharding.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-ive-got-site.html' title='Travel whore...'/><author><name>Brendan Harding</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00172143914995830407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9i23oHBLJ4A/SolZ0HjotZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sUJLZ_kOQh8/s72-c/thegreatwhitehunter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
