Good confess. I'm just coasting.
The adventure ended Saturday and, inevitably, the days are a bit strange. I'm finally back from London after a tour of museums and a quick visit by Big Ben, to resolve detail and evenings. All Erasmus
go one by one, and soon there will be more than one.
They are there, I feel their presence, I watch the people of the Earth and know that I am not longer. Here
pictures from my last trip with the Outdoor Society, in the small village of Staithes near Whitby. North East Coast of England then. And if you're lucky, you'll even see Captain Cook!
A mountainside to the seaside
Here Staithes Harbour. Residents have built hundreds of years ago before realizing, too late, that the village was actually 70 kilometers from any point of water. Since then, ship hulls, which are regularly assembled all end up rotting inexorably into a wasteland.
If you want to make a donation for these destitute unemployed sailors, contact the local tourist office.
And finally, the beach. Rich in fossils, it has enabled them to extract some fine specimens of dinosaurs once. Probably all stranded at the Museum of Natural History in London.
