Where in the World is Markmen Radtkiego?

Finally, the moment you’ve all been waiting for.

My friend Simon has been kind enough to host my pictures on his website. He also made a pretty picture gallery to display them. Click here.

In the near future, I will be stitching several of the panoramic shots together and posting them. Also, I will be selecting the best pictures, cropping them and fixing the color levels and then posting a zip file for you to download. Keep checking this site. Refresh frequently.

I was able to upload one picture before the Internet connection here in Luzern crapped out: Stone Lion, entering South London. Yaniv says it looks overcast. Sherwin, do you want to fix the levels in Photoshop and get back to me? And how is that T-shit design coming?

Luzern is a wonderful city. I walked across a bridge that was built before Columbus discovered America (it’s almost 600 years old). There are 65 different paintings over your head as you walk across the bridge, depicting The Dance of Death. Part of the old stockade that used to protect the city is still standing. And, coolest of all, there’s a castle up on a hill (maybe it’s only a chateau — I’m no buildingologist).

I spent the day at the beach. No babes — well, there were babes, but they were babies, not BABES *makes googly eyes*. The silt in the water provides a very interesting texture to walk on. The silt is so rich with oxygen, that each step you take causes dozens of little air bubbles to shoot up your leg, and it looks like everyone is farting little farts. (I know I had promised no more fart posts, but this post isn’t ABOUT farts.)

I tried to call my relative (uncle? great-uncle?), Hans, but got voicemail. I’ll try again after this Internet session, but it unfortunately doesn’t look like I’ll get to meet him this time. I’m leaving for Firenze (Florence) at 1:30. Maybe we could meet for lunch.

I’m going to walk back to the hostel on a path that runs along the river. On the way, I’ll stop and take a dip if I feel like it (I probably will). I hope you’re jealous.