Hello one and all,
It's me.. who? Chris Friesen - aka- Chris Eff. As many of you know, I haven't subscribed to any of the key social networking tools that help all of us to spread 'important' information in seconds. Which leads me to why I am cleaning the cob webs off this blog and using it to tell you to visit my website www.chriseff.ca.
You can also access it by clicking the 'Chris Eff Photo' link on the side bar.
The reason I'm posting this now is because things are beginning to pick up for me and I figured it's time I let anyone who is interested know I'm still plugging away. I also did a little renovation to the content that was already on it, so enjoy that as well.
Keep checking back because I'm going to try and keep it as up to date as I can and who knows, maybe I'll start another blog as well. I realize how important the internet is and that I need to get over my internal battle of ego vs. self-promotion.
Thanks for stopping by!
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
B sides
I'm throwing up a little collection of photos I never placed in any 'themed' post, hence the title 'b sides'. I get a kick out of this pathetic attempt at professionalism, or blog maturity, however I don't think I was fooling anyone to begin with.
All these are from our first week in Iceland. Enjoy.
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Christopher
All these are from our first week in Iceland. Enjoy.View
Christopher
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Reykjavik
We arrived in Reykjavik this afternoon, where we will stay put now until June 1st. We have 4 days in a hostel situated downtown, then we move in to an apartment for the month of May.
I'm feeling a little burnt out currently so I'm going to cut this short, fix the link for Copenhagen/Malmo slide show I've been told stopped working, and put up a brand new one.
This set from the farm house we stayed at in Ytra Lon.
Christopher
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I'm feeling a little burnt out currently so I'm going to cut this short, fix the link for Copenhagen/Malmo slide show I've been told stopped working, and put up a brand new one.
This set from the farm house we stayed at in Ytra Lon.
Christopher
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Thursday, April 22, 2010
Still ashless!
Well I've managed to upload another slide show while mooching free internet in a coffee shop like a recessed mennonite.. which I technically am anyway.
These photos are from our time spent on the ferry en route to Iceland, with a brief stop over in the Faroe Islands.
Sorry for the brief statements that have prefaced these slide shows..
Christopher
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Late photos from the beginning
I've put together a couple of slide shows from different places we've been to so far on this trip. My apologies to anyone who has been expecting more than just the 2 photos we've posted so far. I can only hope that these from our time in Copenhagen and Malmo can justify your patience.
Thanks for coming back!
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More stories coming soon..
Christopher
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Intent
"I'm actually building a tower, it's on a farm about fifteen minutes from here by car, would you like to see it?"
Our ferry brought us into a fjord (and town) by the name of Seyðisfjörður around 09:00hrs on Tuesday, April 13th. The two of us had been on board the M.S. Norrona for the past three days. Chris enjoyed some time socializing with some Ferrish people while I spend most of my time hibernating in our cabin. Still feeling the wavy effects of the ocean on soil we trekked along a gravely road to what we thought would be our hostel for the evening. When we arrived at the door we found a posting that it was still closed for the winter. I felt that maybe this may be the first true "hiccup" in our travel so far but we soon found out there was a second hostel in town we could stay at. That is where we first came accross the hostel keeper, Richard.
I'm always intrigued to learn how exactly people come into living/working in a place as remote as Seyðisfjörður. The short version of Richard's path here involves being born in California, moving to Spain with his missionary Jehovah Witness parents, running away to London at young age, squating with Mexicans, being addicted to heroine, & smuggling himself into the UK countless times. His most recent attempt to get back into the United Kingdom is what brought him to Seyðisfjörður. After spending the past winter there buried to his neck with snow with very little amounts of sunlight, Richard seemed quite happy to have new guests pouring into the hostel.
After chatting for a while with Richard and another hostel guest from Belgium, Leis. Richard intrigued us by mentioning that the previous summer he spent most of his free time preparing the grounds of a nearby farm for a tower he wanted to build. This was just the chance we were looking for to venture up into the fjord that protected Seyðisfjörður like tall fortress walls.
We piled into his very modest auto and sped along the wire thin road. Slowing down from moment to moment to allow the farmers sheep to cross the way. After a short ten minute drive we parked the car amongst your typical rusted out auto bodies that seem to always gather on farm land. A short up hill climb brought us to the orchard of Richards labor. The three of us were all very surprised by how much land Richard has dug to create the foundation of his tower. All around us were the quite large rocks he was planning to use to erect his monument.
After a Q&A, some "oohs" and "ahhs", and drinking water straight from the fall neighboring his site. We piled back in to the auto and drove on down the fjord to the soothing sounds of Theme Time Radio with Bob Dylan . Richard continued on telling us his future plans of exploring the country of China, he felt that he was Chinese at heart. Good luck in you travels Richard, don't forget to finish your tower.
Our ferry brought us into a fjord (and town) by the name of Seyðisfjörður around 09:00hrs on Tuesday, April 13th. The two of us had been on board the M.S. Norrona for the past three days. Chris enjoyed some time socializing with some Ferrish people while I spend most of my time hibernating in our cabin. Still feeling the wavy effects of the ocean on soil we trekked along a gravely road to what we thought would be our hostel for the evening. When we arrived at the door we found a posting that it was still closed for the winter. I felt that maybe this may be the first true "hiccup" in our travel so far but we soon found out there was a second hostel in town we could stay at. That is where we first came accross the hostel keeper, Richard.
I'm always intrigued to learn how exactly people come into living/working in a place as remote as Seyðisfjörður. The short version of Richard's path here involves being born in California, moving to Spain with his missionary Jehovah Witness parents, running away to London at young age, squating with Mexicans, being addicted to heroine, & smuggling himself into the UK countless times. His most recent attempt to get back into the United Kingdom is what brought him to Seyðisfjörður. After spending the past winter there buried to his neck with snow with very little amounts of sunlight, Richard seemed quite happy to have new guests pouring into the hostel.
After chatting for a while with Richard and another hostel guest from Belgium, Leis. Richard intrigued us by mentioning that the previous summer he spent most of his free time preparing the grounds of a nearby farm for a tower he wanted to build. This was just the chance we were looking for to venture up into the fjord that protected Seyðisfjörður like tall fortress walls.
We piled into his very modest auto and sped along the wire thin road. Slowing down from moment to moment to allow the farmers sheep to cross the way. After a short ten minute drive we parked the car amongst your typical rusted out auto bodies that seem to always gather on farm land. A short up hill climb brought us to the orchard of Richards labor. The three of us were all very surprised by how much land Richard has dug to create the foundation of his tower. All around us were the quite large rocks he was planning to use to erect his monument.
After a Q&A, some "oohs" and "ahhs", and drinking water straight from the fall neighboring his site. We piled back in to the auto and drove on down the fjord to the soothing sounds of Theme Time Radio with Bob Dylan . Richard continued on telling us his future plans of exploring the country of China, he felt that he was Chinese at heart. Good luck in you travels Richard, don't forget to finish your tower.
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