Airports

Wondering about airports?
Of course you are.

Wonder no more – https://ourairports.com/ has got you covered for all your airport data needs.

You can even download a CSV file full of airport information:

airports.csv (12,511,182 bytes, last modified Feb 16, 2026)
Large file, containing information on all airports on this site.

From the two heliports in Andorra (AD-EU) through to the Neyuka Airstrip in Zimbabwe (ZW-AF).
GPS coordinates, website details, runway lengths and orientations – they’re all there, and it’s all free to use.

https://ourairports.com/data is the link with all the goodness.

Pretty nerdy stuff, but you never know when you might need to know these sort of things.

More great Asian signs

It was quite a while ago that I (possibly) introduced you to the Border Roads Organisation (BRO) in India.

They are the ones putting up signs like this one:

…with the sole intention of keeping you safe while on their roads.

I’ve been sent a couple of other Asian signs since then, in much the same vein.
In fact, the first one is even a BRO sign. And it’s a classic:

This should be part of a set including other spirits.

Driving dumb,
After rum.

You’ll drive crapper,
After two shots of grappa.

Driving’s a sin,
With a skinful of gin.

Drive after brandy,
And you might meet Gandhi.

Is that last one a bit ambivalent. Might that consequence actually be a bit of an honour?

I don’t know.
But if there’s any psychology that proves that amusing warning signs somehow hit home, then I reckon that the research must have been done in India. Because here we go again:

This is part insulting, part amusing and probably just very well aimed. It’s not like the “No Smoking” signs aren’t all over the petrol pumps already. It’s just that people take no notice of them. This sign refreshes the customers’ memories, while gently(?) nudging them that the proprietor cares a whole lot more about his product than stupid people.

And then there’s this one from just over the border, by the Nepalese Police. And it’s actually pretty deep.

This is right up there with “Real Eyes Realise Real Lies”. But more threatening.

It’s so deliciously straightforward and could easily be used in any (English-speaking) country.

I’ve never upset the police in Nepal, so I’m safe for the moment, but this sort of honest, easy to remember warning would probably keep me on the right side of the law on every visit.

You have my email address. Bring on more Asian warning signs, please.

Nice guy

Valentine’s Day tomorrow. Commercialism gone mad, preying on the young lovers of the world, or the Feast Day of St Valentine who lived in the 3rd Century.

How about both?

Busy guy, too. Aside from his caring for the poor and weak during his brief time on the planet, he’s also got himself a number of sponsorship deals Patronages. in the afterlife. He does Terni – a somewhat nondescript city in Southern Umbria in Italy. And he does Lesvos – the Greek island famed for featuring a diverse, mountainous landscape with olive groves, medieval castles, and a rich, traditional culture, and offering a quieter, non-commercialized alternative to popular Greek destinations. 

His other gigs? Well, happy marriages and affianced couples, obviously.

And then… Epilepsy, Beekeepers, Plague and “against fainting”.

I never knew that you could have a Patron Saint “against” a bad thing. And if you can – and you clearly can, because he is – then why not add (in this case, at least) “against” Epilepsy and “against” Plague to the list? Because this dichotomy does make it look like he’s actively supporting those two afflictions.

And while we’re at the whole “religion is a bit weird” thing, how is St Valentine depicted? What are his Attributes? As in – when you see an image of him, how can you identify that it’s him and not some other random 3rd Century clergyman/martyr?

The list starts off fairly routinely: Birds. Roses. A priest giving sight to a blind girl.

We move on to more specific things: A bishop with a crippled person or a child with epilepsy at his feet

Some modern day social media stuff: A priest holding a sun.

And then (perhaps somewhat predictably), it goes a bit nuts:

A bishop with a rooster nearby.
What sort of radius are we looking at here. Is it a small rooster, or is it far away?

A bishop refusing to adore an idol.
How do you even begin to depict that?
Is looking away really the same as “refusing to adore”?
Or does the audience have to do a lot of hard work connecting the dots?

A bishop being beheaded.
A priest bearing a sword.

I feel that we need to know if these two are connected. Is this some sort of Christian coup?

And if it is related to his actual martyrdom, well, they’ve missed a bit:

Valentine was arrested and dragged before the prefect of Rome, who condemned him to be beaten to death with clubs and to have his head cut off. The sentence was carried out on February 14, on or about the year 270.

Yeah. Probably not something you want to see at your local art gallery.

Tell me why…

…I’m not particularly looking forward to this coming Monday.

With apologies to the Boomtown Rats.

One of the best bits about this blog (ok, ok: possibly the only good bit if you want to be like that) is the fact that I don’t have to stick to any one given topic. This isn’t a blog about music or football or politics. It’s a blog about whatever takes my fancy that particular day.

But I have been talking quite a lot about the weather recently.

That’s completely reasonable though, because the Cape Town weather has been bloody weird over the last few months. And after a week of horrific humidity, gloomy skies and even *gasp* occasional rain, next Monday looks… well…

…”warm”.

Ironically, this isn’t actually very unusual for February. We will have a few days each year here that get up towards 40oC and are generally rather uncomfortable. More surprising is the fact that this will be the first one of the year.

That said, even if we’re used to it, it would probably be wise to take things a bit easy that day and to drink plenty of water. Also, find and hug an air conditioner.

I’m full of great advice.

Ice Road news

Great news for anyone wanting to travel between the Estonian islands of Hiiumaa and Saaremaa, but who hasn’t been able to get a ferry because of all the sea ice in the… er… sea.

The authorities have opened a 17km ice road between the islands – specifically between Tärkma on Hiiumaa and Triigi on Saaremaa – over the frozen sea.

This is pretty cool (no pun intended), as it’s an official ice road, sanctioned by the government and maintained by a private contractor. You can even check on the current status of the ice road on this website.

The really good news about this official ice road is that it’s safe, simply because it’s sanctioned and maintained. But Estonians are a wild bunch, and so authorities have had to warn against individuals using several unofficial ice roads (no sanction, no maintenance; no Pirlo, no party).
That does come with some risks:

“The concern is really about this uncontrolled situation. The risk is high. Right now, one might think the danger is not great since the weather is so cold. Because right now the road is unclear and not everyone knows exactly where to go. You definitely have to monitor the road. There is just one spot where there’s a crack with water, but otherwise it’s totally passable.”

Oh, just the one spot where the freezing, dark, salty water of doom is creeping through?
That’s perfectly ok then.

The list of rules for the official ice road is long, involving weight limits, visibility constraints, distance between vehicles and banning overtaking. Also:

Seat belts must be unfastened, and vehicle doors should remain easily openable.

But why? Oh, wait.

Oh.

Right.

But it’s not like they haven’t thought this stuff through. How about this for a directive:

The recommended speed is up to 25 km/h or between 40–70 km/h (speeds between 25–40 km/h may generate a resonance wave that could damage the ice).

I wonder how they found that out?

I think that it’s unlikely that ice roads will ever be a thing here in SA. Mainly because of the weather, but then where would we go to anyway? Robben Island? That’s really about it for local offshore land around here. But it’s probably just as well, given our dodgy driving reputation.

Honestly though, this Estonian version sounds like something that you should experience at least once in your life. Or just do an unofficial one and make it the last thing you do in your life.