After a bath, a good spa, a long rest in the sun and some Chanel no.5 it was time for… a new wardrobe. I’ve re-painted Little Erik’s mask and made him a new cape. The old mask had gotten al flaky and yellow, the old cape was all fluffy and torn. After all, he’s been wearing those now for 10 years. A phantom can’t have a fluffy cape of course, nor should there be any yellow in his outfit. He should be smooth, shiny and nothing but black, white and red, as any proper phantom. Little Erik is good enough for a night at the opera now.
After all those camping trips and long journeys, airports, mountains, beaches, forests, castles, pouring rains, being tucked at the bottom of backpacks, being dragged through hot cities and being displayed at restaurant tables and bars… it was time for a spa! No plushie stays clean after so many adventures. And you won’t believe what he smelled like!
So Little Erik needed his yearly bath. Judging the photo’s, it looks like he was enjoying it. A good dry out with the mighty scary blow dryer, a hair comb session and a few hours in the sun he was all good to go again. His skin actually is pink again instead of grey. A bit of Chanel no.5 made our Little Worldtraveller a Little Gentlemen again.
2nd batch of photo’s of Little Erik on Skellig Michael. For sure the most sacred, most breathtaking place he’s been so far. There were only rocks, seabirds, grass, the constant sound of the sea, more rocks, and wind, wind everywhere, constant wind. We could almost still hear the monks singing and praying, like a distant echo from the 6th century.
And remember, George Lucas, you can film all you want there now, but Little Erik got there first! Mwuah!
THE original Luke Skywalker will be on Skellig Michael today for the new ‘Star Wars’ movie.
WhAAAAAAAAT? Just only an hour ago I’ve posted photo’s of Little Erik’s trip to that site!!!!! Just remember, George Lucas, Little Erik was there first, long before Luke Skywalker!
So where was the adventurous special boattrip heading to? Destination was one of the most remarkable places to be found in Ireland. A group of islands, the Skelligs, some 8 miles outside the coast. Or more precisely, Skellig Michael, the biggest island in the group, which is home to a 900 year old monastery.
Imagine that! Some monks, 900 years ago, rowed in a little wooden boat, all by hand, as far away as possible from civilisation, to set up a small community. All they ate was fish, seaweed, some bird and their eggs if they could catch/find them and perhaps a few roots if they managed to grow those. The whole island was nothing but rocks and grass. Never been to a more baren, remote, lonely place… yet it was beautiful there.
You can find more about this Unesco site at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skellig_Michael
Last little bit of wasted celluloid in a futile atempt to show where exactly Little Erik was (on a boat at the Atlantic Ocean, a dozen kilometers out of the coast of Ireland), where exactly we were going to (a group of Island, one of them with a 900 year old monastery on it) and how this experience was (wet, windy, seasickening, shaky, uncomfortable and torturous).
See, I can better describe what it’s all about than filming it. But here’s the last video nonetheless. And don’t you dare to laugh at my silly accent.
Ha, there’s more of Little Erik’s Great Adventure out on the Big Atlantic Ocean. Ireland was a little speck on the horizon by now and we were surrounded by big big scary water. Water everywhere. Water all around us. Whuuuuu. That’s an entirely different story than a smal subterranean lake…
You get this all in seperated little parts over the weekend ‘cause the camera was failing all the time in the boat and I’m too lazy to download the right software to glue all the bits and pieces together again. Taking a plushie out on a world trip is hard work, y’know.
Little Erik this time really REALLY went where no plushie went before…
what, another video? No WAIT, this is no dashboard movie! He took a boat and went out to… the Atlantic Ocean. Phantom of the Sea. It was vey wet and the ocean was extremely rough this day.
Yes, that’s me talking, with my silly European accent (please don’t laugh). I fought to keep my breakfast down and Erik dry at the same time. Surprisingly, despite the rough waves washing over the boat and soaking us to the bones, I really managed to keep Erik dry. But breakfast ended up in the sea after 2 more hours of rockiness like this. I never was happier to see land again.
Last little bit of the Folk Park photo’s. Yes, Id’gotten tired of them too, but this is all. But at least we found a wolf hound here. Two even. And a 1900-classroom warmed up with coals. And a haystack. Yay. Such treasures. Now, on to new adventures.
Next destination: Little Erik is heading for a very special place….where no plushie has gone before.
More folkpark. More cute little hobbit-like farms. ‘nuff said.
The funky Bunratty castle has a funky folk park around it. With folky horses and folky donkey’s, and folky farms and folky chickens and a folky watermill. It was very… folky.
Phantom met Hobbiton. It was a very hobbity place. We were expecting a humming wizard on a cart full of fireworks rounding the corner any moment. The road goes ever on an on…
So, back to castle’s then. Last one, for now, we’re almost running out of Ireland photo’s. This one here, Bunratty Castle, was restored and re-decorated very nicely. You can’t even trace anymore it was all in ruins once. I’m running out of funny comments too, it seems.
Some more Irish landscapes, for a change. (I really don’t know any funny text along with this)
Yeeeeej, more castle’s. Lumps of inhabitable rock all over the place. The fact that some of the canons at the courtyard of this castle (we’ve quite forgotten the name) were facing the wrong way, aiming at the castle, didn’t seem to raise much eyebrows among visitors. Tourists are ignorant.
After all those castles and mountains, it was time to relax. Beach! With a good book! Sun and sea and sand. It was such a hot day, Little Erik even took his cape off. For him that’s practically like going naked. Nothing could convince him to take the mask off though, not even the sand he got behind it (my fault) but it turned out to be quite affective against the sun.