three continents of XC

In December, I went to Istanbul, then Bursa, then Cairo with two friends. It was sweet.

This is in front of the Blue Mosque.












We went to Bursa, a city in the Asian part of Turkey, entirely because Dan hadn't seen anything green or natural in months (he lives in Cairo).












The Pyramids are pretty cool. Basically you're in Cairo, you're in Cairo, and then BAM: you're at the pyramids. I'm wearing XC apparel in every photo here. My beard also progresses noticeably.

Faux Pas

Haha, sorry friends. So I was trying to figure out what happened to the blog posts for my blog about my time in Senegal cause they weren't on my blog...because I had accidentally posted them on THIS blog. My bad! Just to see who's paying attention out there...

Backside of the Atlantic

This shot doesn't quite capture all the grandeur of the moment, but days after evacuation from Niger thanks to terrorist activities, we had the time to galavant along the beach of the other side of the Atlantic in Rabat, Morocco. Behind me, is the endless Atlantic. Before me, is a beach where some people were actually surfing (i.e. trying to surf) and some kind of old fort/ castle. To my right, was a sweet lighthouse. To my left, another jetty in the foreground and a city (part of Rabat?) in the background. Waves (not pictured here) crashed into the massive stone cubes strewn at the end of this jetty, spraying water on us. Note my ridiculous attire. If I shame the xc, we can take it down or photoshop in a speedo and some muscles.

cXc and the Winter Hill Gang

Some fine young lads, Swat XC '06 and '07, two of whom have yet to appear in the annals of cXc fame. Welcome, gentlmen, welcome.

cXc in the Philippines

This delightful cXc comes to us from the terraced landscape of the Philippines. Special thanks to non-XC runner Emily for putting the cXc on the map in East Asia.

So this is Africa...

At long, long last...a shot from me somewhere mildly specatular. On a butte/ mesa somewhere in Niger. I forget (that is, could never remember or pronounce) the name of the closest town, but from the small village where I visted a current PCV, we walked a few kilometers into the town, then a few more kilometers up the butte. Also, got pics of some pushups in precarious positions and pullups in precarious positions...but that's the matter of another blog... (and an internet connection that works)

XCs Across Amber Waves of Grain

These pics are coming at you from the good ol' U.S. of A., where a few intrepid explorers drove across the country. In the first one, Dan Hodson '09 stands in a field of hardened lava in the Craters of the Moon National Monument in Arco, Idaho. This is as close to the moon as you can get on Earth; the Apollo astronauts trained here before their missions into space. D-Hods, therefore, essentially carries the cXc to the moon.

Next up, we have some of the greatest men in American history witnessing the next American giants: the Swat XC team. If you look closely, old George seems to be smiling down on the cXc. He wishes we could have lived to see the cXc.

That's all for now! Keep those cXc's riding high!