My cruise pictures: [link]
Natter 64: Yes, we still need you
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Are they starting at the Gare du Nord? Because, as the bat flies, you wouldn't really go along much river before coming to Notre Dame--it's almost directly due south and is pretty much the first thing you'd hit.
However, if a bat were, say, distracted by the Eiffel Tower, and first headed towards it, then when it hit the river decided to follow the river back to ND, you'd have more to work with.
Shoot me questions, locations and times (summer, fall, winter, etc) and I'll mine dad's brain. I can nag him mercilessly.
But i could use a world map and some pins
If you can find airports close to the places you have in mind [link] then this Great Circle Mapper site might help with the visualization.
Aw, perkins, it's always so neat seeing my hometown as a tourist. Reminds me that it really can be a pretty town with some fairly nifty history.
Although funny thing-- perspective-- this picture?
That building that's almost dead center, with the red and white antenna? When we moved to Miami from New York in 1968 and for probably close to ten years afterwards, that building was the tallest building in the Miami skyline. Along with the Freedom Tower.
Your cruise pics are GORGEOUS. Love the Caribbean waters.
He starts at the station, but as he swoops up to get his bearing on the geography, he spots the Eiffel tower, just lit. I could have him fly toward it like a beacon.
Also, I could really use billytea's help. Hoping he drives by and sees my plea.
Sure. What is the what?
My bat arrives in Sydney on Qantas, and then has to find his way to the zoo, and then find his way to the flying fox exhibit. How impossible is this? Also, if you've been to the flying fox exhibit, do you remember what they sound like?
I can't wait to read the damned bat book. Hurry up, wouldja?? :)
I think I would have liked to see Paris traffic by air. It's crazy! And fast.
I got to sit in on a demo for a new yoga instructor at my gym tonight. She skipped intermediate and went straight to advanced. Kicked my ass. I had to explain I'm not doing any inversions because I'd rather not have my own cleavage sufficate me. I know why there are so few busty yogis.
Owen starts his first day of kindergarten tomorrow. I have envelopes for his lunch money and milk money. Eeep.