Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Dropped into London

In a city with a population of close to 8 million people and 15 million visitors a year you'd be surprised to think there would be a quiet street to be found less than a stones throw from the Thames, however this is where you find me as I write my first blog entry of 2011.

Having spent the morning ensuring I would be able to blog (trips to mobile phone shops) , it was out for lunch to one of the many quality local pubs around Borough (where I am based for the next week) with my brother Paul.

The Goldsmith on Southwark Bridge Road is the quintessential local pub that does delicious Sunday roasts and by all accounts an interesting weekly menu that includes Thai Tuesday, a traditional Thai menu cooked by their resident Thai.

Having suffered from a poor breakfast experience at Del'Aziz in Bermondsey Square earlier in the morning, it was pleasing to see a simple menu with classic food combinations at the Goldsmith.

My appetite was sadly absent and so I ordered the grilled goats cheese salad, Paul ordered the Sunday roast beef and I'm pretty sure he wasn't disappointed! Beautifully cooked beef, carrots, peas and cauliflower adorned with a Yorkshire pudding.

What a contrast to Del'Aziz with poached eggs that resembled cakes of hotel soap, grilled tomatoes that never went near the grill and bacon that had been cooked and recooked!

London has turned on some gorgeous weather for my first two days and I hope that it will continue for the rest of the week.

Last night (Sunday) I headed into Leicester Square to catch up with PwC colleague Mun-Wai Low, who has been here for a week. We grabbed some chinese food and then coffee at one of my favourite cafes, Bar Italia in Soho.

Today (Monday) I will have a coffee at Monmouth at Borough Markgrab then grab some cheese from the very famous Neal's Yard Dairy, outside of that a relaxing day ahead

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All things found.........

Day Two

After a wonderful first day we all settled into our rooms, the decor of each room is beautiful and looks over either the beautiful pool or garden area. As we all snuggled into our beds it became apparent that the mattresses must be made at the local marble quarry. Talia assured Adam that they did not pull the shortest straw and that all the beds felt the same because she and Laura had tried them all.

We were all so tired that we fell asleep rather quickly anyway. With no early plans for the next day we could all sleep in. That was of course everybody but Rich and I since his phone that was lost suddenly woke us up at 5:30am. So with one item found this may turn out to be a great day. Thankfully we fell back to sleep and woke up around 10am to a beautiful sunny morning. Rich tackled the espresso machine and made us all wonderful cappuccino’s which we drank outside on the patio with a true Italian breakfast of meats and cheese.

Rich, Jared and Adam tried for an hour to figure out a way to make a phone

call either by the found phone or the internet. I kept suggesting that they maybe they should drive to the local minimart and use their phone. But they were not going to be out witted by the Italian internet. Talia, Laura and I were enjoying the pool and the sun.

Around 4pm Jared and Rich headed back to the airport to try to locate the lost luggage. We had reservations for dinner in Ostuni at a restaurant that Laura found during her internet search. Around 6pm Jared and Rich showed up with bag in hand. Rich was thrilled to get out of the clothes he had been wearing for two days.

At 7:15 we headed into Ostuni and were quickly amazed at The White City. It was bustling with people, families with small children, young couples and music being played throughout the Piazza. Gelato stands, cafes, and small shops were calling our names. We walked up the steep hills thankful that we had all left our stilettos at home. We arrived at our restaurant and opened the door at first look it appeared that we had entered someone’s private dining room, as we entered through the door

they said Lara..........and we knew we had found the right place. The restaurant served a total of maybe 30 people; the food and the ambience were amazing. I truly felt that my late Grandmother was in the kitchen it was so reminiscent of her cooking. Just as we were beginning our dinner a local guitarist entered the restaurant to entertain the patrons and the first song that came out of his mouth was GEORGIA. We thought for sure Laura had somehow mentioned where we were from, but no it was a total coincident. We finished our meal and decided to enjoy the wonderful town, we shared another bottle of wine and spent a lot of time people watching, listening to music and becoming content with the world.

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Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Day 5 Napoli Italy

Day 5 of our Italy trip:

Today is our last full day in Sorrento. Since we had done most of the towns close to Sorrento, we decided to head back to Naples to visit the Archaeological Musem of Napoli which hold most of the artifics from the Pompei site we visited yesterday. The musem also holds many statues from varous periods and paintaing from the 12th century.

Once we were done with the museum, we walked toward the Castle that we had visited previously. We had lunch and desserts from a well known cafe near plaza Realto.

We are now back at the hotel to finish up this blog then clean up and head out for a nice last dinner here at Sorrento. Tomorrow we will travel to Rome where we are staying for 5 days with day trips to Florence and Venice.

We read about the volcanic eruption in Iceland. We are hoping that will not impact our return flight home and force us to explore Paris or something horrible like that :).

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Days 35 Barcelona

Another update of photos. These are from our trip to Parc Guell, a two hour walk around a park full of Gaudi pieces. Day started out a bit rushed so we were not in the best of moods. Dans had an excessive runny nose so has been finding it hard to enjoy looking at things and blowing his nose constantly. Today is a day off, we need to stop and recharge for a day. Enjoy the pics.
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"Dresses" Teaching Part Two

We started our observation in our school today, and got to sit through two 7th grade English classes. It was super easy to find and when they gave us our schedules, we only are going 7 days in 4 weeks, lol, and only to see 2 classes per day. LOL WHAT IS THIS we totally lucked out with this, because our travel time is so low and we started late to begin with. Maybe it's to make up for the fact that we are actually teaching way more than other people.

I was nervous because this morning went wonderfully, with the kids, but I had to teach tonight again with a ton of people watching, observing, and critiquing. Joern, who is one of Dr. G's assistants in the program evaluation and such, met us at our dorm and took us down to the factory where we teach Monday nights. Joern ended up being the one observing me today, too, during the lesson, and it went SO WELL. I mean, it was smooth and easy and the students, adults again, were amazing. We ended up having such good conversations that we didn't even GET to the last activity because everything was

going so well. There was a funny time when I managed to spell "school" wrong (dyslexia, lmao) and Joern kept joking that he was writing down "horrible spelling, needs immediate improvement".

He told me it was a very good lesson afterwards, I was so happy. And all my assistants were like oh my god, that was so good, it was so smooth and easy and went so well, and Alex asked if he could borrow my outline to plan a lesson of his own around it. YAY OMG I AM SO HAPPY!!! I was just so down from last week, and this has totally, totally boosted my mood going into Wednesday. :Db

When we got on the train to come back, Joern asked us if we wanted to get some food at his favorite donar place and see some of the trendy, culture streets of the city, and we of course said yes. He led us through the real artsy district where he lives, pointing out places to get good food and good places to shop. Unfortunately, I was wearing my nice flats since I was wearing a skirt and tights to teach in, so my feet were

KILLING me by the time we got to his favorite donar restaurant.

I ended up getting this dish called "kumpir", I believe, which is kind of a twice-baked potato with all this stuff on top- mine had tuna and goat cheese with cabbage and cucumbers and tons of other stuff. It might actually be the single best thing I've eaten since arriving here, not gonna lie. SO GOOD. And we had so much fun. Joern kept joking that he was going to cry to his beloved diary later since we made him finish his food, and we had a conversation about Guy Ritchie movies, and he's just really great. So much fun!

I am literally now sitting with my feet in a bucket of hot water because they are a hot mess after this scenic detour in the death shoes. I'm still so tired since I had to drag myself out of bed to get to the school at 6 AM this morning- this schedule is INSANE, but at least tomorrow I only have lesson planning and 2 TUD course observations, so it's a relatively short day for me. And due to the lack of a coffee maker

in my apartment, I'm effectively de-caffeinated right now, which might explain an awful lot. I keep jonesing so hard for coffee. There was a Dunkin' Donuts in the station yesterday right before we came home and that was the best 2 Euro I've spent yet.
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Running Low

I am sitting at the bus terminal in Puerto Iguazu. It is 7:30pm on Tuesday, May 17th. I have thirty seven more days in South America. I am starting to run low. Low on energy. Low on plans. Low on cash. My bus to Tucumán leaves in an hour and a half. I barely even know where that is on a map. The guy at the counter had to point it out on a map for me.

Up until this point I have had a loose plan. Start in southern Chile, cross the border, and work my way up north. I have hit all my intended destinations in Argentina. I am know as far north as I can go in this country. Now what? I thought I might head to Bolivia to meet Julia and Loren. It sure would be nice to see some familiar faces. As of now I doubt that will happen.

I have way less money than I thought I would at this point. I have not held back in spending. I have done some amazing things this far (scuba diving, paragliding, Boca Juniors, etc) so it has certainly been worth the money. Unfortunantely I do not even know the exact amount in my account so I must be catious.

Today I dropped a healthy dose to see Iguazu Falls. This was worth it. It had been one of the major headliners on my to-do-list. I will not go into detail about the falls in this entry. The pictures can speak for themselves. [Hopefully I can get some pictures into this entry. My past several entries have been absent of pictures, because it is not always easy to upload photos onto the computers at internet cafes]

Back to my current situation...as I mentioned earlier I will probably not go to Bolivia. First off, it costs too much--to enter that is. They put Americans through a great difficulty to enter the country. Apparently I need a copy of my passport and 135 USD in exact change. I do not want to go through this hassle right now. If this were my only chance to visit the country I would put myself through the trouble. However, I am going will my parents in June. The second reason I am not going now is that I have no idea to the whereabouts of either Julia or Loern. I arrived back into town from the falls today to learn that the internt is down for the entire area. This made purchasing my buss ticket an ordeal. Apparently their system requires internet access. It took twenty minutes, several phone calls, and the use of cash, not credit card to get my ticket. Without internet I cannot use facebook or email to hopefully get hold of the girls. Last I heard they were going into the jungle for three days. Thus, even if I had internet access the chances that I would get an immediate response would be slim.

I am meeting my parents in Cusco, Peru on May 26th. To get there while avoiding Bolivia means going back into Chile. I feel frustrated and a little helpless currently. I need to formulate a plan. I think I will try to get to Peru as soon as possible. I will lay low there, saving as much money as possible.

It should be obvious now that this is a low point in the adventure. My lack of a plan does not help. At times it can be positive. It gives me the type of freedom I love. However, it alos causes stress. At least while I was in Chile I had a travel book. Here I have nothing. My internet access is infrequent. Often times I will make spontaneous travel decisions without knowing what I am doing. The bus rides are becoming less enjoyable. I have trouble sleeping at the correct times which leaves me tired during the day. The scenry is not as good as down south. Additionally the prices of the buses in Argentina are significantly more than in Chile.

I know I am a downer right now. In a way it is ironic, because all my friends at Chico State are in the middle of finals week as I write this entry. I am sure I will get past this low point before my trip is over. I think the lack of familarity is causing the majority of my difficulty. It has little to do with the language. I am capable enough to not be bothered by that. However, since I am constantly on the move I have nothing with which to relate. No place to call home. No familiar faces. Even Santiago would be conformting right now. I never was fond of the city, but at least I had a routine there. Ultimately routine is something I think we all look for in life. I always wanted to break from the routine and travel the world. I am doing so now. It has been full of lots of ups and downs. Although it is undeniably a fantastic experience I could not be on the move for months on end. I need to plant myself somewhere. It does not have to be Chico. It does not even have to be the US.

During the semester I was never once homesick. Now I am not exavtly homesick, but I am completely out of my norm. I have no computer [only at times], no mp3 player, no music, no friends, I rarely eat cooked meals, I am wearing the same dirty clothes day in and day out. I am growing tired of my current situation. For those of you who know me well consider this: I have not run in over a week. It is one of the simplest activities known to mankind. Not to mention that it is probably the number one thing that would make me feel right at home. Guess I will have to wait until home for my life to go completely back to normal.
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Monday, June 6, 2011

Managing exposed film for long-term travel

by Nikos | November 14th, 2003

On the road it’s easy to burn through dozens of rolls in very little time. So, unless you’re out there only for a couple of weeks, sooner or later, the accumulating exposed film will be an issue. Besides taking up space in your backpack, there’s a risk of losing them, damaging them, or spoiling them by continuous exposure to extreme temperatures and humidity. Developing the films locally is rarely a good option. It’s hard enough to find a good lab at home, let alone some remote town in a developing country. Plus, the developed negatives are just as sensitive (if not more sensitive) as the exposed rolls. So what do you do? Today I will discuss a couple of practical solutions to secure your precious snapshots of unrepeatable moments.

Plan A: Send them home

This looks like an obvious solution. You buy one of those crush-safe packaging envelopes and post them back home. The problem is that you can’t always trust long haul postage services, so you can add a little twist to play it safe:

Mark the rolls you expose with incrementing numbers. Do that, the moment you take the roll out of the camera. Put the odd numbers in one envelope and the even ones in another. Post the two envelopes separately, ideally from different post offices or even different towns along your trip. This way, even if one envelope gets lost you still have half of the photos, and because these are chronologically alternated, it is less likely that you will have lost an entire chunk of your trip. Most probably you would have shot a couple of rolls on a particularly interesting place, so you will have at least something from each part of your trip.

If you’re going to be away for a very long time, long enough to worry that undeveloped film will get spoiled (usually it’s good to have film developed within a couple of months from the exposure date, or else you may get faded coulours and other artifacts) it may be a good idea to send the films to a friend or relative who has previously agreed to take them to a lab and get them developed as they come.

Plan B: Negative scans on CD

Most labs have negative scanners that can automatically save your developed negatives in high-resolution photo-cd. One disc can easily hold 200-300 shots at a very high resolution (good enough to print enlargements) and the cost to get one burned is probably less than getting the actual prints. The discs are readable in normal computer cd-drives, they are compact and they won’t be spoiled by time or weather. Then keep the cd, which is easy enough to carry along in your trip and mail the negatives back home. For extra security, get the cd copied for cheap at an internet cafe and send the cd copy back home along with the negatives.

In fact, scanning negatives and burning them on cd-rom is a very good practice for archival purposes, even when you’re not on the road.


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You never forget your first ever Aurora Borealis

Working in the travel industry as I do, I get to do more than my fair share of travelling. The company I work for specialises in holidays in Northern Scandinavia. It’s a great job and for years I’ve been heading to Finland, Sweden and Norway in search of new adventures, dog sledding, snowmobiling, snowshoeing, cross-country skiing, ice hotels, go-karting on ice….if it involves snow then I’ve probably done it.

For a long time however, one aspect of life in the North eluded me…… the Northern Lights or Aurora Borealis and my frustration peaked when a colleague, who had just arrived in Norwegian Lapland, texted to tell me he was watching the Northern Lights from just outside the terminal entrance at Kirkenes Airport.

Eventually, I realised that the Northern Lights didn’t really exist; they were just a fabulously clever marketing tool dreamed up by my colleagues and tourist boards within the Aurora Zone to lure visitors to their particular part of the world. Think about it, here is a natural phenomenon that is top of many people’s wish lists and yet its appearance can’t be guaranteed.

It’s a marketer’s dream –

“Come and see the Northern Lights…..possibly!”

Eventually, one of my many Arctic odysseys took me to a tiny village called Nellim (population practically zero) in Finnish Lapland. On the way from the airport I told the owner of the local hotel, a Laplander by birth Jouko, about my Aurora skepticism. He smiled knowingly and simply said “We’ll see.”

Sometime after dinner I was sitting in the hotel’s comfortable lounge relaxing with the aid of a roaring log fire and a beer when I heard the front door burst open and Jouko’s voice booming down the corridor:

“Ali, if you don’t believe in the Northern Lights you should come outside now!”

I dutifully obliged and stood in Nellim’s central courtyard with eyes cast skywards. There, shimmering and dancing across the Arctic firmament, was confirmation that my cynicism had been unfounded. A small group of guests joined us and we stood spellbound as the display continued directly over our heads, curtains of billowing green light, sparkling, flickering and utterly bewitching.

In my earlier haste to be outside I’d forgotten to grab my jacket and believe me, if you’re wearing only a t-shirt, ten minutes of Arctic exposure

will well and truly seep into any bare arms and hands. A brief lull in celestial proceedings presented me with the opportunity to nip back inside, quickly warm myself by the still-roaring fire and race out again, this time far better protected with jacket, gloves and hat.

But the lights had gone. The “Temperamental Lady” had evidently taken umbrage at my absence and decided that enough was enough for one night. She obviously forgave me because the next night when I was a bit further south in a village called Luosto, I saw the most dazzling display I’ve ever experienced, and even the locals came out to enjoy the show.

My travels mean that I’ve been fortunate to see the Aurora many, many times since and every time she has been different.

Sometimes she has appeared as a faint green glow which has frustratingly refused to develop into a full blown light show. On other occasions I’ve been treated to a spellbinding multi-coloured dance across the Arctic firmament. However, nothing will ever compare with that first sighting at Nellim because no matter how many times you are lucky enough to see the Northern Lights, just like your first love, you never, ever forget your first Aurora.

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Operator error

We're back and easy like Sunday morning are in the wrong order, I got the dates wrong........!

Put it down to the altitude......!
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Sunday, June 5, 2011

J86 en Colombie

Toujours pas de voiture, nous devons aller à la planta à pied. Ce matin je crois que je me suis levée du pied gauche. Premièrement Alejandro n’a pas bien compris ce que Maria lui avait demandé de me dire. Du coup, je me lève à 5h45, comme me l’avait dit Alejandro et non c’était à cette heure-là que je devais partir ! Dans cette précipitation, je veux attraper des gâteaux pour déjeuner et je me renverse la bouteille d’huile d’Olive ! Bref obligé de me changer. Nous arrivons enfin à l’entreprise. Je vais continuer à formuler aujourd’hui. Au programme un protecteur labial, et une crème. Tout fonctionne bien jusqu’à ce que je nettoie le colorant rouge que j’ai utilisé ! Comme vous devez vous en douter, je me renverse le colorant sur ma blouse ! La journée continue sur la lancée de ce matin… La journée se termine finalement et je pars à la salle de sport pour décompresser un peu. Nous passons vite fait avec Sandra voir sa maman puis je rentre. Je mange avec Alejandro et nous parlons beaucoup. Avant de me coucher, je veux boire un café au lait et pour terminer la journée en beauté, tony (le chien de Maria) me bloque le passage et en voulant passer …………………. Je me renverse du café sur mon pyjama ! Comme on dit si bien jamais deux sans trois !! Décidément cette journée fut un véritable carnage vestimentaire !
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2011.05.23 Erieau Beach

Even though the weather dude predicted thunderstorms, we couldn't help but get out to the beach on Victoria Day. Fishing was on the agenda, but was soon canceled due to the powerful winds that created 5ft+ waves. This just meant more time to look around and enjoy the view that the Erieau lighthouse. After walking through the sand dunes along the beach, I remembered a Geocache I had once found here, I soon stumbled across it, and thought It would be a good one to find for anyone interested reading this [A]. The hour we spent at Erieau was well worth it [B]. I cant wait to return here several times throughout the summer to document more of the beach ecosystem.

*I apologize for the incorrect location, Erieau Ontario is not yet considered a location on the Travel Blog website.

[A] Further information on the Geocache located at Erieau Beach : http://www.geocaching.com/seek/cache_details.aspx?guid=e3ab119b-a793-4bc3-8d95-a91e8cbef54c

[B] Further information about the town of Erieau : http://eaubuoy.com/
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New Waters of Independence

Having traveled throughout Central and South America enough to appreciate the luxury of (and loathe the alternative to) potable tap water, I have become accustomed to ask rather early in my trip whether the water is safe enough to drink. Here in Singapore, I am happy to say that the water is perfectly safe to drink right out of the spigot—perhaps even too safe.

Having enough clean water to go around in this densely populated country is more of an accomplishment than at first meets the eye. Since its independence in 1963, Singapore has been trying to wean itself away from a dependence on the Malaysian water supply. In doing so, the country is taking three different approaches through water desalination, rainwater catchments, and the most innovative and probably most interesting NEWater, aka reclaimed water.

Reclaimed water can also be thought of as recycled water or as (I try not to think of when drinking it here) treated wastewater—that’s right, SEWAGE! The technology that Singapore has developed to reuse household water has made them the world’s largest producer of recycled water in the world. In a complicated process of dual-membrane osmosis, UV technologies, and more typical treatment measures, the branded “NEWater” created here is now almost too safe to drink.

A study recently found that the NEWater of Singapore is so pure that it can deny the body of important microbes that may help to maintain the immune system and thereby could cause harm by being too clean. In learning of this, the water plants have taking action by ensuring that the NEWater is mixed with desalinated water and rainwater, so that the proper level of dirt and grime get back into the water supply.

From sewage water to potable drinking water, Singapore’s NEWater is making headway in a truly sustainable system that should ensure Singapore’s independence from international water well before their original target date of 2061.

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Saturday, June 4, 2011

Vietnam


26th April to 16th May 2011

We got dropped in Pham Ngu Lao area of Saigon, exactly where we wanted which made a pleasant change from getting dropped at a bus station thats actually miles outside the city, a bit like a ryanair flight. From here we had just a short walk to a line of guesthouses on Bui Vien and chose Van Trang hotel. Once chekced in we walked to the Ben Than market then to the Remunification Palace, getting a cool coconut on the street along the way (sounds nicer than actually was). After this we took a walk to Notre Dame Cathedral and then the impressive war remnants museum. After studying the various planes, B52's, choppers, artillery and tiger cages where prisoners were kept in the entrance we spent a couple of hours reading about the war in the museum, a lot of it new to us and the majority of it frightening. Although very much from a Vietnamese point of view the US do not come out of this one smelling of roses. Pictures of people being killed at point blank range,

accounts from various reporters who saw the treatment first hand, and photos of the aftermath (possibly the saddest of all) where children particularly were affected by a gas (Agent Orange) which was used to kill forested areas and expose the Viet Cong in hiding. We walked back to our hotel during rush hour traffic which brought us to the next sight we wanted to see..traffic in Ho Chi Minh City - manic. We soon learned from the locals that the best way to cross a road was literally to just keep walking, slow pace, giving the motorbikes time to avoid you. We had a few beers in the evening, at Le Pub and another more local place.

The next morning we booked a trip to the Cu Chi Tunnels. We had a great guide here explaining the history of the Viet Cong and some of their techniques used against the Americans...a clever bunch. Somethings that stood out were wearing sandals back to front on opposite feet so when the US were following their tracks they were being lead in the completely wrong directions or as we later found out at the tunnels straight into a trap of bamboo poison.

We were shown the tunnels where they hid, tiny passageways not designed for anyone on a diet other than Vietnamese tapioka, and the traps that caught the Americans. I gave the entrance to the tunnel a go but just about fitted in, but then there was a westernised tunnel, still small but wide enough to fit us westerners, 200 metres in length but with breaks every 20 metres this was plenty and we got the idea. We got a local lunch of tapioka, the diet of the Viet Cong. No wonder they were able to fit into the narrow tunnels. On the way back to the city we stopped off at Minh Phong handicrafts where they carved beautiful wooden and egg shell paintings. That evening we booked a bus to Nha Trang for the following evening but as it was the weekend of Vietnam's Independence Day, prices were double but we had no choice.

The night bus to Nha Trang was our first proper sleeper bus where there were 3 columns of bunks beds. Were the area for the legs not covered these 'beds' would have been fine but again just not designed for anyone over 5 foot. Despite

this we both slept alright and arrived in Nha Trang at 7.30 am with a lot of guesthouses fully booked or charging ridiculous prices for the holiday period. We found a lovely place though, Phong Lan, Orchid Hotel who gave us a good deal as we were going to stay here for the guts of a week. A mini bar in the room constantly restocked was the highlight here after a day on the beach, along with the nicest breakfast of our travels of fresh fruit, fresh bread and eggs. And thats essenentially how our time in Nha Trang panned out, on the beach for the day and in the evening dinner somewhere nearby, usually 'The Local' which did good local food aswell as pizzas which was a welcome break from rice dishes. We went out for beers a couple of nights but found one lcoal place that sold jugs of beer for less than the price Lonely Planet's recommended places were charging for one beer. I did find out at the end of the night that the jugs for the beer were the same jugs they used to flush the toilet with. The hangover the next day perhaps explained the kind of beer we were drinking too. We did take a break from the beach one day for a snorkelling trip to Hon Mun Island and Mot Island, seeing gorgeous corals and the highlight, a lion fish. On the way back we saw some floating fishing villages and when back at the mainland a provincial beach soccer tournament was going on which kept me entertained for the evening.

Our next stop was to Hoi An further north up the coast, another night bus. We were stuck with 2 seats down the very back beside group of English lads...very cosy. I spent more time in the air than on my seat/bed so wreckless was the driving and never so glad to get at our destination with not a wink of sleep. We walked a bit here to find somewhere to stay but got a nice place with a pool called Thien Trung. After a bit of time to recover from the trip we took a walk. All we had heard about Hoi An was tailors everywhere, which indeed there was, but nobody thought to mention how nice a little town it was. The area by the river was beautifully

and tastefully decorated with lights and we walked by the Japanese Bridge, saw some local wood carving and silk lantern making in workshops. We stopped in a tailors, Kate with the plan of getting something made. I hadn't planned on getting anything but when in Rome and all that so I got 2 shirts. We had local dishes for dinner, Kate had Cao Lao, a noodle and pork dish and I had White Rose - no idea what it was but delicious. The next morning we picked up our stuff from the tailors. They turned out great and 5 more shirt fittings later we said goodbye until the following morning. We had some beers in the evening at Retreat bar and watched some football where I was told by an English man I reminded him of a young Georgie Best. Whether this was to do with my beer intake, long hair, facial hair or a combination of all I wasn't sure. It certainly wasn't my football ability. After picking up the extra shirts the next day we hired bikes and cycled to the beach, only 5 km from the centre on a lovely scenic road.

The next morning we

had a short bus trip to Hue (4 hours). We were lured into a mini van at the bus station by a hotel which we were more than happy to do, not fancying walking around the city looking for somewhere, Binh Duong Hotel. We walked to the Old Citadel set for walking it only to find out it was a 10km circuit so we got 2 guys to take us around on a tricycle type bike. They showed us places we wouldn't have seen on our own, sites that were bombed during the war and a tower where the VC hid to attack the US. During lunch we were casually approached by a guy clearly selling something. But we listened to what he had to say as we usually did and after some haggling booked ourselves a motor bike tour for the next day. Mr Loc and Ni picked us up at 9am and brought us to places well off the beaten track: a pagoda where young monks prayed, an old arena where tigers and elephants would fight (yes against each other, the elephant winning as they'd cut the tigers claws before hand), Vang Canh Hill, a US bunker during the war, the Emperor King's Tomb and a village that made conical hats and incence. It was a great day and saw some great scenery along the way. We had lunch in his restaurant after. I had had enough of the Jungle book hair by now and asked Mr. Loc if there was somewhere I could get it cut. He brought me to a local guy with no English, always a risk. The first draft ended up like a drummer with a mullet from an 80's soft rock band. A few alterations and Take 2 was fine.

We got another night bus to Hanoi, glad that this was the last one as my hips were in bits from being flexed up around my chest for 12 plus hours. Again taking the easy option we checked into hotel right outside where the bus stopped, Elizabeth Hotel, which was actually right in the Old Quarter of the city, the nicest part. We were disappointed to find the Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum closed so just walked around the Old Quarter for the afternoon and booked a trip to Halong Bay for the next day for 3 days and 2 nights.

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hours saw us at Halong Bay where we got onboard for a pleasant trip. We stopped off at Thien Cung Grotto on the way, a huge impressive cave with stalagmites/tites but very manufactured looking with neon lights shining at various angles creating cool shades but would be just as impresive without this. As always with these trips when we got talking to the others in the group we soon found out we were all told different itineries and some people had even paid more. We stopped at a floating fishing village with the biggest fish i've ever seen, did some swimming and jumping off the top deck of the boat, played some cards and went to bed, spending the first night on the boat.

A lot of thunder and lightening during the night continued as rain for the early part of the day which meant there would be no trekking in the national park on Cat Ba island. Instead we were dropped off at the hotel on the island and given 'free time'. Some people opted to stay the second night on the boat too and this may have been the better option as the island is nice to

look at from the water but once on the island its actually quite an ugly little place, dirty with lots of rubbish. It did brighten up in the afternoon and we took a walk to the harbour, had some beers with an English couple at dinner and got to bed. The next day we made it back to the boat and did some kayaking at the fishing village nearly getting bowled over by another tour boat but also getting into some lovely caves.

We had lunch in Halong City before the bus trip back to Hanoi where we stayed another night in Elizabeth catching a flight the next day for Bangkok.
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Dubrovnik and Hvar

Thursday 19th – Full day Dubrovnik
It was nice to sleep in, go to the gym and have a leisurely breakfast. After breakfast we enquired about getting the ferry from Dubrovnik to Hvar the next day. Our cab driver the day before had told us that the ferry only operates twice a week and that we should get a driver to take us to Split and get the ferry to Hvar from there. We thought he was just after another job and didn’t pay much attention to him. Turns out he was right. Ferries run every day to Hvar in the high season which doesn’t start til June. We then needed to hire a car to take us the four hours from Dubrovnik to Split and then get the fast ferry to Hvar.
So we booked the car for the next day. Lucky dad was with us. Hiring cars in foreign countries where they drive on the other side of the road is not something I think mum and I could have tackled.
The rest of the day was spent wandering around Dubrovnik sightseeing and shopping. In the afternoon we all got some sunshine by the water. It was an incredible place to sit and get some rays– the Adriatic was only inches away and a hundred metres to our right was the Old Town.
Dad picked the restaurant for dinner that night and we watched the sun set over the old fortress and the docked boats. We had a particularly good bottle of wine – so good that I poured what was left over into my empty water bottle. Classy.

Friday 20th – Dubrovnik – Hvar.
What an interesting day. We picked the car up at 8.30am and left for Hvar around 9am after sorting out the paperwork and the sat nav. It was a 3.5 – 4 hour drive to Split so we had plenty of time to catch the 2pm fast ferry to Hvar (which you couldn’t book online...).
The sat nav was not particularly helpful and we got lost before we even left the Dubrovnik area... About an hour into the drive (we figured we would be ok as long as we followed the coast) we approached what we thought was a toll booth. Whilst we scrambled for change I noticed that the guards were looking very official for a toll booth... turns out it was not a toll booth but a border crossing. Clearly we had not done enough research about this part of the trip because none of us realised we would enter Bosnia on the way.
In Bosnia we were delayed another 30 mins whilst they repaved part of the road. Once back in Croatia the sat nav went ballistic as we approached some brand new roads. They were so new that not only did the sat nav not pick them up, but they were not signposted. We took a wrong turn which we think added another 45 mins to the trip.
It was pretty tense in the car at this stage. Lucky I had my water bottle with wine on me. After my liquid lunch I was much more placid.
We finally arrived in Split at 1.20pm. After dropping off the car we ran to get the fast ferry tickets only to be told that the fast ferry was full and that we would need to get the slow ferry at 2.30. The fast ferry was 45 mins, the slow ferry was 1hr 45 mins.
Getting to Hvar we all hoped the effort and troubles of the day would be worth it. Our resort was 500m around the bay from the centre of town and had a beautiful, large pool. We dumped our bags and walked into town and had an early dinner, exhausted after our day of travelling.

Saturday 21st – Full day Hvar.
We decided to spend the morning exploring the town and the afternoon by the pool. It was the most relaxing day I have had since leaving Sydney. There was no place we needed to be and the weather was glorious.
Hvar is only a small town but very pretty and in Summer it is inundated with yachts. As we are just outside the peak travel season we missed the full hype, however saw plenty of million dollar boats coming and going.
More good food and wine in Hvar. Most restaurants in Croatia have side dishes of grilled vegetables which I could live on. Having a healthy dinner also makes me feel better about the gelato after dinner.

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Easy like Sunday mornong

As you can see we are back on the phone and back in Antarctica.......(we've tried believe us)

Denise goes for breakfast and brings John back a ham and cheese sandwich.....whilst John pays the bill and checks out. Denise then sips a coco leaf tea and we wait for the taxi. For 10 soles we are taken by little more than a cart-truck to the airport by which point our lungs are suitably full of whatever fumes come from whatever fuel they run these cars on.....? Even pink diesel that most of Barlborough (past life) runs on doesn't taste like this. Regardless, we tip generously and walk into the check-in hall and join the chaos that appears to be for the Aerosur flight to La Paz. Only 2 flights a week run this route and it is attracting all walks of life - convent nuns, orthodox Jews, back-packers, and people just happy to flee the car fumes we guess. Everything is manual here, booked passengers are on lists, which you tick yourself off from when invited. Armed guards keep order and there are signs all around telling you not to put anything of value (which according to the pictures includes calculators and Sony Walkmans) in your checked luggage. Obviously the baggage handlers at either Cusco or La Paz have not yet been accredited with their "Investors in People" award yet. our bags are manually searched (which syndical John wonders is a prelude to tipping off someone which bags to look out for......?). We pass all checks and pass through security, which at Cusco international Airport is 1 multiple-tasking individual.......and take our seats at the departure gate alongside the disciples of mother theresa. John enjoys is croissant. The plane is 90 minutes late whilst some tribal dances are performed in the departure hall when a stream of military personnel arrive .......very random. Aerosur is not yet at the sophisticated level of operations that say BA or Virgin Atlantic operates at, and we are given no English translation of safety or evacuation procedures on this rather old 737 aircraft. Our flight is about 90 mins and we fly over much of the terrain that we will be travelling back through at ground level later on the trip - the highlight being the view of Lake Titicaca as we Passover. La Paz airport is 4050m + sea level and is a rather ramshackle operation again, though it does have 2 people manning the passport control and immigration desks.

The increase in altitude hits straight away and the chest begins to tighten and reactions noticeably slow. US$10 gets us a taxi ride to our 5* hotel (£60 a night) in downtown La Paz.

The airport is on the edge of the great Altiplano and as if you fall off the edge of a cliff you descend into the huge bowl that is the city below. Not a supercity by South American standards only circa 1m habitantes but a surprising dramatic landscape, which the high rises of the business district at the centre of the bowl, the shanty houses on the Walls of the bowl, and the snow-capped tips of the Andes in the backdrop. Cusco was just an hors-dueve compared to this. We descend to the hotel at 3600m and then 11 floors to the room. The city is less hyper than Lima but more soulful. Traditional dress is widely worn, Spanish is the only language apparently spoken and the US$ is not widely traded - which for us is a problem as we have no local currency. Straight to bed and the entire afternoon is lost to the sickness again. John eats coco tablets and Denise drinks the tea, but we decide to write the day off and enjoy a room-service dinner (circa £10 for 2) and try to sleep. Denise fairs better and sleeps ok, John is vp ottomh and sleeps badly, but being a man doesn't like to complain......! We've both lost weight already and since the one "need" in Cusco, the toilet has been a stranger to us - which is becoming a worry.

As with all our treks we try to manage on a budget of only £500 each for the duration, which so far is not coming j DDR Amy pressure and is allowing us a good standard, when we are awake to enjoy it.....! Our comfort is that Lonely Planet & Rough guide both tell us shat is happening is perfectly normal and will pass. La Paz is exciting and we're looking forward to exploring tomorrow.

J+D


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Friday, June 3, 2011

Athens to Santorini eventually

We got up early and went to the airport only to find that we had missed our flight by about 5 minutes. There had been an alteration to the time of our flight and we were very disappointed to have missed the flight.
We had to buy new tickets and book another flight which did not leave until 6.50pm. Very very sad...:(
Never-mind, we are not going to let it spoil our day. We drowned our sorrows with a big cuppa and two big fat muffins!!!
We were lucky as the airport staff were able to get us on a plane later today. At least we will be in Santorini tonight.
Thompson Tours are very disappointed for us but will reschedule our airport transfer shuttle.
We have a 7 or 8 hour wait ( finally got to read that book Steve R)
We are looking forward to getting to Santorini.
We arrived in Santorini at 7.45pm - just in time to catch the beautiful sunset. We went out for a lovely meal with Mike and Jan.
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Hobart

Surely enjoyed the city of Hobart. Great fish and chips plus more. Market fabulous on a Saturday morning. Shopping great.
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New photo equipment rules for air travel

by Nikos | November 23rd, 2003

The U.S. Transport Security Amdinstration has issued new rules for transporting photographic equipment. It seems that with the new inspection equipment, undeveloped film MUST be carried on and not checked in. Also it details the limitations on types and amount of equipment permitted to be carried-on.


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Thursday, June 2, 2011

"When Life's too fast I take a longer road I dust off my shoes and my dirty clothes... an empty wallet doesn't seem that bad if you're living your dreams."

London is fantastic! I'm loving it here. Despite the long sleepless flight followed by the extremely long day, Monday was quite fun. Today was also great. We visited Windsor castle today, which was amazing! Also today, I got to correct someone when they (intentionally) gave me the wrong change. I'm not just some dumb tourist! Also, I have mastered the subway system here.

Tomorrow, I'm going to go see Legally Blonde! Live!


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Educational Inequalities

The more I teach, speak and learn to love the children in this small part of Ecuador the more bothered I become. They do not seem to grasp that a whole other world is at their fingertips. You ask them in what other countries they speak Spanish and they name Puyo, Ambato, and Quito…all cities in their country. Some of these children are so bright and could aspire to much more, but the mindset of the parents and sometimes even the directors does not encourage doing something extraordinary.
Education here in the Pastaza region is much different than that of the Western world. The children learn about agriculture, poisonous plants and tactics for crossing the street safely. They learn about life’s practicalities while the developed world teaches their children classic literature, technology and the arts. This lack of exposure and encouragement creates a huge gap in the creativity of our students. They don’t read in their spare time or have the desire to form sentences of story lines off the top of their heads. You ask them to draw a picture of a house and most of them (even the older ones!) will copy yours detail for detail. Some days, English class will be canceled so the children can plant trees or shovel dirt. Sure, these things do need to be done, but at the expense of each child’s personal growth? The other day a volunteer asked a nine year-old boy what he wanted to be when he grew up. Do you know what he said? A sugar cane grower. What child aspires to work on their parents’ farm and clean sugar cane? I think if a director encourages other options beyond having babies and living on the farm then some children may begin to see their lives in a different light…and the presence of our volunteers only increases that notion. The children see our volunteers and ask about their lives: “Do you have a farm?”, “Are you married?”, “Where do you live?” These types of questions show the children that another way of life is possible, but they still don’t see that it could be them.
I’m still trying to find a way to alter this mindset. However, we can only give children the opportunity to change, not necessarily the drive. I believe that change in thinking and way of life will lie with the directors; the more the directors emphasize abstract thinking and reading to their students, the more likely they will begin to enjoy it. I understand that we cannot help all the kids develop more aspiring goals, but I think that a certain number can be reached…they just need the opportunity and encouragement. Thankfully we have two directors in our region who are actively trying to show their students another way is possible. One is forward thinking enough to ask us about how sex education is taught in our public school systems, something that goes virtually without mention here, despite the high rate of young pregnancies. He has a goal to show not only his children, but also those of his school, that they must enjoy being young before they have boyfriends/girlfriends and start a family. He understands the differences in resources and educational advancements possible between where the volunteers come from and the school where he teaches. As cheesy as this sounds, I want nothing more than to give these children a shot at branching out and discovering what the world can offer them.
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Portogruaro Coastal Reserve and Winery Visit

Today is another unseasonally hot day, around 32. It appears that this weather is a month ahead of when it should be and crops are being affected since they have only recently been planted. This is not good for an area that is the cereal bowl of the country with huge areas of mainly maize but also barley and grapes.

Lindsay was driving on his own for the first time and managed very well on the other side of the road. We drove east out to the coast to a marine and coastal reserve although the reserve does have some farmland included. The beaches to the north and south of this area are the crowded tourist beaches of Caorle and Bibione, yet in between is this lovely isolated area cut off by lagoons from the others. The area recreation area has a lagoonal area with facilities for bird watching, a belt of meditteranean pine trees and then the beach. Since it was very hot we were happy to find a shady track through the trees and then wade in the sea to cool off. Stupidly, we didn't take our togs and the water was lovely. A worthwhile spot to return

to for a quiet time away from cars and people.

We stayed indoors out of the sun until later in the afternoon and then went to visit the 'le Carline' Winery ( http://www.lecarline.com/azienda.php?lang=eng ) to be given a tour by Daniele the owner manager and wine maker. He has a modern facility run by his family since 1958. It is an organic winery with a large variety of wines including a sparkling white, a desert wine, and several varieties of both white and red wines. We took away with us a very nice Merlot, a Chardonnay blend and the Desert Wine with the intention of drinking it rather than carting it around. The Winery has a large cool area for the cellar and storage and an attractive facility for events and wine tasting. It is not classified as being large, but is considerably larger than Woolaston Winery in Mahana. The host was most accomodating and generous with sharing his products. I guess this was helped by the fact that the Santaliana/Leder family are leasing growing grapes on their land for supply to this wine maker. He's an astute business man so they should do well from the contract.
Because the Winery was closeby to Guilia and Giovanni's house we called in to see them. They were sitting under the trees in the warmth having drinks and cake. Guilia was in a talkative mood and was narrating her story of sheltering English and New Zealand soldiers at their house and others in the district by the Partisans. I was annoyed that I didn't having writing tools or a facility to record her story. Between Diego and myself we should be able to put the story together in written form before it's too late and this old couple are no longer around. Guilia is a remarkable woman and despite being very old has an astute brain and good hearing.
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Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Santiago Chile 1619 May 2011


Our bus left at 7.30am, expecting a 6 hour trip, mainly across the Andes. Wow, what a magnificent trip. The scenery was breath-taking. The Andes are so rugged. Again we saw snow-capped mountains, waterfalls and a large dam. We drove up the eastern slopes in Argentina and down the western slopes in Chile.

The border crossing was the most sophisticated with our bags going through x-ray machines. They also had a sniffer dog doing his job. The Chileans are pretty strict with people not taking fruit, meat, milk and wood products over their border. It was very cold waiting for our bags to be checked because we were so high up.

After we had crossed the Chile border, we came across a new road which zigzagged down the mountain through 14 hair-pin bends (see photo). Further along the road we even saw some revegetation of the verges. We were certainly in a more advanced country.

We arrived in Santiago at about 3.0pm. We settled into the Eco Hotel which had all the facilities and large room and queen-size bed but no on suite bathroom. The owners were very

welcoming.

Tom and I decided to walk into the CBD (10 minutes) while the others went for a Chinese meal.

Santiago, also known as Santiago de Chile, is the capital and largest city of Chile. It is located in the country's central valley, at an elevation of 520 m above sea level. Although Santiago is the capital, legislative bodies meet in the coastal town of Valparaiso, a one-hour drive to its west. We took a tour out to Valparaiso which was a really interesting city, with hillside residence, multi-coloured houses many of which needed funicular to get to their houses. The port was large and busy. We saw many murals on walls and we even came across a group of art students who were preparing to paint another fence. You will see by the photos how interesting these paintings are.

Chile's steady economic growth has transformed Santiago into one of Latin America’s most modern metropolitan areas, with extensive suburban development, dozens of shopping centers, and impressive high-rise architecture. It as a very modern transport infrastructure, including the steadily growing underground Santiago Metro (which we used several times), an effort at

modernizing public bus transport and a free flow toll-based ring road and inner city highway system, part of which is tunneled underneath a large section of the city's main river Mapocho connecting the Eastern and Western extremes of the city in a 25-minute drive. Santiago is the regional headquarters to many multinationals, and a financial center. Santiago has a diverse, cosmopolitan culture.
Santiago was founded by Spanish Conquistador Pedro de Valdivia (of which we saw a number of statues of him around the city) on February 12, 1541 with the name Santiago del Nuevo Extremo, as a homage to Saint James and Extramadura, Valdivia's birth place in Spain.

Valdivia chose the location of Santiago because of its climate, abundant vegetation and the ease with which it could be defended—the Mapocho River then split into two branches and rejoined further downstream, forming an island. The Inca ruler Manco Cápac II warned the new rulers that his Indigenous people would be hostile to the occupiers. The Spanish invaders had to battle against hunger caused by this resistance. Pedro de Valdivia ultimately succeeded in stabilizing the food supply and other resources needed for Santiago to thrive.
These early settlers

constructed the first important buildings in the city, including the first Cathedral in 1561 and the Church of San Francisco, built in 1618.

We saw many parks in the city and we learned that through the work of European landscapes in 1873, the 1st park, O’Higgins Park opened. The park, open to the public, became a point of interest in Santiago due to its large gardens, lakes, and carriages. Other important buildings were opened during this era, such as the Teatro Municipal opera house, and the Riding Club. At the same time, the 1875 International Exposition was held in the grounds of the Quinta Normal. This is where one of the Metro stations is now.

A strong earthquake struck the city on March 3, 1985, causing few casualties but leaving thousands homeless and destroying many old buildings. Another earthquake, on February 27, 2010, caused massive destruction and 82 deaths in other regions of Chile but little recorded damage in Santiago. We went to the 2 year old Museum of Civil Rights and that was closed for 6 months due to damage.

In 1981, Chile entered a deep economic

crisis. Initial policies enacted to try to lift the country out of recession appear to have been arbitrary, and policy mistakes were made and corrected along the way. The economy recovered relatively quickly and since then has built a strong financial sector, allowing the country to avoid the financial turmoil observed during 1995 and 1997-98 in other emerging market economies. Getting rid of the dictatorship rule before 1990 helped also!!

Santiago has a somewhat cooler Mediterranean climate: relatively hot dry summers (November to March) with temperatures reaching up to 35 degrees Celsius on the hottest days; winters (June to August) are more humid with cold mornings, typical maximum daily temperatures of 13 degrees Celsius, and minimums of a few degrees above freezing. Occasional snowfall occurs in the city, and may extend throughout the city, though this happens infrequently (about every 8–10 years). We noticed on our last day that it was getting really cold during the day.

Of the 5.7 million population of Santiago for 2007, it is estimated that 32.89 per cent of men and 30.73% of women were less than 20 years old, while 10.23% and 13.43% were over 60

years, respectively. In contrast, in 1990 the figure under 20 years in total was 38.04 % and over 60, 8.86%. For the year 2020 is estimated that both figures will be 26.69% and 16.79%.

Santiago is the industrial and financial center of Chile, and generates 45% of the country's GDP.

Despite the long history, there are only a few historical buildings from the Spanish colonial period in the city, because Santiago - as the rest of the country - was regularly hit by earthquakes. The buildings from this period include the Casa Colorada (1769), the Church San Francisco (1586) and Posada del Corregidor (1750). Another reason that it lacks old buildings from this time is the new richness of Chile. At the time of the Spanish colony, the city had economically only a low impact, the upswing was only after independence. This explains the low age of many buildings built mainly in neoclassic style. The Cathedral on the central square (Plaza de Armas), 1745 according to plans by Joaquim Toesca built, ranks as the sights as Palacio de La Moneda, the Classicist Presidential Palace. The original building was between 1784 and 1805 of the

architect Joaquín Toesca. Since 1846, the Presidential Palace is home to the Government.

During our walk on the 1st day, we climbed up the Cerro Santa Lucia hill where there is a little chapel on the crest of the hill. There was a 360 degree view of the city. This is on the immediate outskirts of the CBD (Centro). On the way back to our hotel we found a restaurant for a chicken dish.

The next day we walked into the city as a group with our guide Betzy, to look at more of the important sites and buildings. After the orientation walk, we found a place in one of the many walking malls to have coffee and enchiladas. Yum! After that we decided to climb up the San Cristobel Hill/Park. This is a massive green belt to the north-east of the CBD where there is also a Zoo as well as the city’s main telecommunication towers. We caught the funicular up the hill and learned that the cable car was not working. We climbed to the massive San Cristobel Statue where there was a section for memorial plaques and an area where people

have taken their candles to light for their loved-ones. Again, it was a fantastic view of the city. We could only just make out the Andes behind the smog which was a regular occurrence in Santiago due to the shape of the mountains around the city.

Tom and I then caught a Metro train out to Los Dominicos (end of the red line) and saw a church which we decided to walk to. We then saw people walking into a building so we decided to follow. We came across an amazing little town behind the fence. It had been set up for 150 local artists like a little town, with creeks running through it, birds and chickens in a large pen, outside cafe area, and attractive landscaping around the 150 outlets. The artists included painters, jewelry makers, wood turners and carvers, clothes, hats, clay work, ornaments, etc. etc. We wandered around for over an hour before catching the Metro back.

The next day we did the Valparaiso day tour. In addition to the wonderful scenery, it was a very cold day on the coast. On the way to the coast, we went through a

thick fog which apparently occures frequently at this one particular spot. The wind was blowing when we arrived. Our tour guide took us for several walks so that we could have a close-up view of the murals and wharf. We eventually stopped for lunch and both Tom & I had a fish dish (my salmon was over-cooked, but Tom’s fish cooked in butter was beautiful). We got back at about 7.00pm.

The whole group then walked into the CBD to see what the city was like at night. It wasn’t excessively busy and it took us awhile to find a suitable restaurant as the majority of us were not hungry after having a 3.00pm lunch. This was our farewell dinner for Isabella and Matt who weren’t going onto Pucon with us.

The last day in Santiago was spent at the Civil Rights Museum and then wandering around the city. It was really good to see the Museum has presented the dictatorship and military rule without prejudice as many Chileans have pushed this under the table. It is a very liberated country now, with human rights up held and respected. The Museum is a reminder

of what the population does not want again. There were photos of every person who was ‘lost’ and killed during this era of 1973 – 1990.

We then walked around the city some more. After going back to the hotel we decided to go out to dinner before catching the bus at 10.30pm. Sandra came with us. We found a great restaurant and had pisco sours, a pasta dish and red wine. It was a great time and then went back to the hotel to farewell our 2 members. We then jumped on the bus which was fully cama (reclining and had a good sleep on the way to Puno.


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Day 27 Sorrento

The date is wrong on all blogs today due to a problem with the PC I'm using. I'll change it at some point.

Today I decided to go to Amalfi. The region that I am in at the moment is called the amalfi coast so I decided that I should go and visit the town that gave the coastline its name.

I just missed one bus as I arrived at the station, so I had to wait in the sweltering heat for the next one. The journey took about an hour and a half. The bus was small and crowded with very poor air conditioning. However, to make up for it there were spectacular views of the coast from the bus as the road ran right alongside a shear cliff face.

When we arrived in Amalfi I was craving something proper to eat, so I sat down at the first pizzeria I came to and had a decent pizza for about 6 euros. I then went for a wonder around the town. In itself the town in quite small, however, there are numerous walks in the currounding hills (none of which I was brave enough to attempt due to the heat). After having a wonder I walked around the harbour to the pebbly beach. The water looked so enticing, so I decided to go for a paddle. I stupidly not thought to bring my towel so I didn't go for a swim. Instead I dozed in the sun on the only patch of sand on the beach.

After catching a bus back I went into my room to discover that it was now full (the previous night there had been only 3 of us). I had a chat with a couple of them whilst waiting for another 2 to arrive. There were 2 groups (1 group of 4 Americans and 1 groupd of 2 Americans and a Brit). Me, Mitch and the 4 Americans all went out for a very nice meal of pasta. I tried limoncello for the first time. Limoncello is a tangy lemon liquor, very nice. We then went to a bar on the edge of town and had cocktails. I ordered an old fashioned and didn't like it, so Mitch finished it for me. Ah well.

Tomorrow I move on.
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Sightseeting in Athens

This morning we boarded the Hop on Hop off bus to see the sights of Athens. We had a great day. We were surprised by the mixture of people, traffic and motor scooters all jostling for their place on the road and the footpath!!
We got off the bus close to the Acropolis stop and took a lovely long walk through the ancient city of Pyros and up to the Acropolis.
It was all very interesting.
We had lunch at a lovely little greek cafe, below the acropolis.
We then re-boarded the bus and went to see the Ruins of Zeus, the ........? (will add later)arch, the old baths- ruins that were discovered when they were digging out the ground to put in a metro rail system.
We visited old churches and many more old ruins.
Right opposite our hotel was the street vege market. There were many many stalls with vendors calling out in Greek wanting you to buy their fruit and veg. We could not resist buying a big punnet of beautiful strawberries. YUM!
We walked along the road and came across a meat market and a fish market. The fish market smelt a little too strong for us so we did not venture in, however, Steve had a great time at the meat market. There was rows and rows of carcasses all hanging up. There were men chopping the meat with big meat cleavers. It was a very bustling market. Lots of people and lots of yelling and chopping!! We even saw a row of pig’s heads hanging up in the market.
We then walked down to Montasiriki Square and had dinner at a lovely restaurant. Lamb souvlaki for me and pork for Steve.
We had one last look at the wonderful view from the roof of our Hotel before going to bed.
We had really enjoyed our visit to Athens.
(I will name all the pics when I get time, but they are of the city of Athens, the ancient city of Pyros, the acropolis, the university, library, and the markets.
Lots of pics, plz scroll down.....and down..... and down......LOL!
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Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Sailing Again

Well Hello,

On the Monday Greg and Judy, people who we met in Exmouth through the Yacht Club lent us their car for the day, we were able to get our stores, petrol, and water for our continued journey. We then went for a drive around the other side (West side) so we could see what the water was doing? We drove to Tantabiddi and the Lighthouse and took some pictures.
On that evening we went around to Lauren’s Places for Dinner which was lovely. (Lauren is a friend of ours. Poor Dave still didn’t get to meet this model like husband of hers as he was in Perth doing training, but he meet his rival in the gorgeous P(the dog).(Some people are lovely and very generous)

We are now back sailing! Left Exmouth Tuesday sailed to Tantabiddi. We spent the night there then we sailed to Yardie Creek. We had a wonderful sail down, sailing conditions just right sitting on 7 – 8 knots most of the way. We saw a pod of about 100 Dolphin and Brian & Debbie saw a Humpback whale, it was delightful.

David caught a Spanish Mackerel 900mm – 1metre long, on

our journey down (eat your heart out Rachelle & Colin LOL Photo for Rachelle & Colin) Thanks TT your rod again. I tell you there was such excitement aboard, we didn’t know what to do next, anyway we worked it out. We shared our fish with Brian and Debbie and we had a lovely dinner. As we had caught up with Mark and Kristina (at Yardie) we all had the rest of the fish smoked on the beach for dinner mmmmmmm…… lovely on Thursday night.

It was a lovely day here at Yardie Creek on Thursday the weather was perfect, we went snorkelling which was beautiful, David took some underwater pictures (photo for Mail he likes fish).I am not very good in the water, but David convinced me to come with him and try as he stated you wont want to miss this. I had to jump off the boat with flippers on, and swim across to the coral patch where all the fish were. We snorkelled together and held hands until I got my confidence back, It was beautiful and very peaceful under the water. Then of course an hour later we got back to our little boat

and I had to climb in and luckily there aren’t any photos’. To those who may be disappointed I am quite accomplished at these tasks now (yeh no longer Mrs Coight).
The water is so clear and a beautiful colour. Today is Friday and we hear that the weather is going to be not so good again the next few days, so we are deciding what we will do? go or stay a few more days.
Hi Coby my dear friend. Heard from her today she is keeping the fort going (work). Hi to you all thinking of you. LOL How is my darlings going? Rachelle, Camille, untidy son Gareth. (The house better be tidy when we get home…) We are having trouble with the phone and internet getting reception at present.

Big kiss for Mali Nana and Pop have got you some presents……whoo hoo lucky Mali.

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Paris to Athens

This morning, after we packed up, we set off for Greece (Athens).
We were picked up by our airport shuttle at 12midday and taken to CDG airport. Paris airport is huge, there are many terminals. We managed to find our way to the correct terminal and we were on our way!!
We arrived in Athens at around 7.15pm and were pleased that we had pre-booked a shuttle to take us to our accommodation. The Greek shuttle driver gave us some lovely commentry, about Athens, on the way to the Hotel and Steve tipped him accordingly.
We went into the Hotel to let them know we had arrived, only to find, that we were at the wrong Hotel!! Not happy Jan!! Our driver had departed and we had no idea of where we were.
The reception were very kind and organized a taxi for us to be taken to the correct Hotel and it was quite late when we finally arrived.
The Hotel - Athens Centre Square - is lovely and very central. We ordered a pizza for tea and sat on the rooftop overlooking the acropolis. It looks awesome lit up at night. It looked so close to us as well. We were mesmerized by the view and stayed up there, staring at it, until after 11pm.
Wonderful...
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Salt Flats

So I sit writing this after two overnight bus rides in a row. One Saturday and the return Sunday. Saturday, just before leaving La Paz, I got a lecture from a verbose 21 year old British broad about going to the salt flats for one day was damaging the ecosystem. She was adamant that I should go for three days so the locals could see an economic benefit. My response to her did not make friends...especially considering her personal party activities don´t do too much to stimulate the local economy in a healthy, sustainable manner. I am all for making the world a better place but hypocrisy isn´t going to help too much. I am getting very tired of the idealist super young adults who know how the world works and have no problem telling you that you are ruining the ecosystem or don´t understand economic sustainability principles, or how KYND you have to be to your brothers and sisters. Maybe it is just time to get out of La Paz for good...maybe I am starting to turn into the old man who gets mad at the ice cream guy driving through the neighborhood, or maybe I am still the old soccer coach that players laughing means we aren´t working hard enough even when we are nine years old. Regardless, it is pretty comical to listen to the late 20/early 30´s English folks bag on the 19 year old English kids that are traveling the world for a year before they go back to start university studies.

So off we get on the so called luxury busline. Nice reclining capabilities, warm, food, etc...until about 2 am, when ice began forming on the inside of the window as we raced down a 550 kilometer road, of which 190 kilometers were unpaved. NIGHTMARE!!! And the justice is yet to be shown. Finally we get to Uyuni and wait around for about three hours to start the one day salt flat tour. Breakfast was great. Nothing like eggs, bacon, cheese, salsa, bread, Justin Timberlake´s "I want it that way" (at least I think that´s him). Christina Aguillera´s "Genie in a Bottle" and Cher´s pop hit, " Do you believe in Love." At that moment, I realized that Uyuni was tourist central. Michael Jackson was a vandalism favorite. So the salt flats were cool, made for some great pictures, and met a lot of

interesting characters out there. I have never seen anything like it. I am also glad I did not do the three day tour, which I am sure is spectacular but I have seen enough salt for a few weeks. But it was worthwhile to make a day and a half out of it.

I guess the highlight was the bus trip back, which was the exact luxury model we came in on. About ten minutes into the bus ride, dust started shooting through the cabin as if all the windows were open. A couple of older Israeli gentlemen started freaking out and screaming...of course it wasn´t working the way it is supposed to. (But note to self: opening the roof top escape holes doesn´t do much to help either.). So as they are McGrubering the escape routes, the bus folks started walking through the cabin to explain that we would be switching buses...in 6 hours. It was awesome. Everyone was tweaking out, folks were breathing with shirts over their mouths, I tied a winter hat around my face, and everyone tried to get some sleep. Then we get to switch buses six hours later, and they threw a group

off of our new bus and put them on the bus that was just leaking all of the dust through the cabin. Finally got some sleep and reflecting now, the first bus we had did not have heat and was leaking dust from 3 am until 6 am when we got there the first day. You have to love Bolivia. Great stuff.

So Peru is next in the coming days. Apparently the road blocks, protests, and unrest is still happening at the border crossing. There are 4 options. Fly to Peru (which costs $500 bucks, up $400 from ten days ago), 2-Go across the lake for ten hours and walk a few miles with your bag on once you cross Lake Titicaca. 3-Take a small camion and have rocks and sticks thrown at you and get the tires slashed. or 4. Go through Chile and a 24 hour bus ride to get to where you need. I want to visit the lake, as a Canuck said it was the nicest lake he has ever seen (as opposed to someone from Arizona saying it was gorgeous). I guess I will hitch a boat and cross the border as such. It

should be an interesting way to cross to say the least. I spoke with folks that have taken all of those options and that sounds like the safest and quickest...and most scenic. I got a total kick out of the guy who took the camion that was getting rocks and sticks thrown at him by 8 year olds was from Manchester and he said it wasn´t that bad...give me a break. He was a total rough neck who just needed a smoke and the clothes on his back. Getting stoned to death just to cross a border does not sound like fun.

I thought I was going to do a jungle trek but then I saw that Cuzco has some pretty wild white water rafting for multiple days. Then there is also the Colca Canyon in Arequipa. Now I just need to figure out the pathway to get all of that done in addition to the Salkantay trail to Machu Picchu. Not much time left and way too much stuff to do.
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Monday, May 30, 2011

May 20British Columbia to Yukon on our way to Alaska

May 20, 2011 Friday MacDonald Campground, Muncho Lake. Starting mileage at 7863. 46 degrees and not a cloud in the sky. Got an early start at 8:30 this morning.

Our guidebook warned us in red letters to be aware of wood bison on the road for the next 170 km. All along the sides of the Alaskan Highway, trees and brush are cut back wherever they have room, for about 100-150 feet. The idea is that you can more easily spot animals coming onto the road. The thing is with this policy, is that it also allows grass to grow along the side of the road and the animals love to graze on it. We saw 15 wood bison along the road between Muncho Lake and Watson Lake where we planned to spend the night. They were scattered all along the way in small groups of two or three. In one place, a cow and her calf were grazing and Valerie was able to get a picture of the bull and Sharon of the cow and calf. We also noted sandy circles on the sides of the road where the bison had worn down the soil to make a dust

wallow.

After a bit of driving, we stopped to look at the Laird Hot Springs. The campground at this provincial park was full due to a 3 day Canadian holiday weekend, but, you could get in for $5. per person as a day pass to enjoy the hot springs. When we told the lady at the entrance booth, that we didn’t want to get in the pools, but just look at them, she said we could go in free. When we pulled into the parking lot, there were the Roadtreks of the lead guard of our group.

We walked on a boardwalk over boggy ground to the springs. There were about 6 of our group in the water. There were three sections of the pools; warm, hot, and so hot that no one felt they could stand to get into that pool. The area was supposed to have many orchids and unusual plants because of the springs and warmth, but we think it was just too early in the season for things to have grown out yet. No birds, nor animals around, except some sea gulls and a pair of Canadian geese. We visited with folks for a

bit and then headed on up the road toward Watson Lake.

We had lunch at Allen’s lookout which offered a great view of the river valley below. We continued on down the road through more woods [more ugly trees] and across more very fast moving creeks. The road was wide and good here so Valerie could make good time.

At Contact Creek, we stopped and got gas. It was a bit cheaper as we had crossed into the Yukon Territory. The road goes back and forth along the border, in and out of British Columbia for 6 crossings before staying north into the Yukon. Contact Creek was where a group building the road from a point north met the troops building the road up from the south to complete the southern section of this road. Gas was $1.359 a liter and we took 73 liters. Mileage 7990.

Saw a small bear walking along the road, no place to stop and get a picture---why can’t the bears plan their walks closer to a wide pull-out??? Pulled into Watson Lake and found the RV place we had planned to stay at mainly because it was right across the street

from Wye Lake. Not at all as we had pictured it from the brochure we got in the mail---more a flat, tree-less, bush-less, gravel parking lot with red posts sticking up that mark the place you connect to. Will eat dinner and go for a walk around Wye Lake this evening, and hope to see some of the birds they said were living here.

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Last few days in London

Alright, so first night got a little bonkers, but hey that will happen your first time in Europe. Over the next few days I got to really experience the greater London area which was extremely fun. One night, the second night I was here actually, we decided to go to a club one last time and this time it was a mixed bag of trying to get Michal to dance with a girl he saw first so naturally gets dibs and a very interesting run in with the one and only, Girraffasouraus. Starting with the girl, she was basically the only attractive girl at the club and the rest were mostly guys, one being around 65, and the others either having a girlfriend or creepin. The 65 year old actually tried dancing with the really attractive blonde but was shot down immediately. Give him credit, most 65 year olds would never try to keep up with a 20ish year old girl. By most, I am excluding Mr. Hefner of course and maybe Donald Trump who should probably really be worried about the birth certificate of his "wife" he gets involved with not Obama...jail baaait.
Anyways, in the end no man ever danced with this girl, even taking poor Michal's money when he bought her a drink and hardly let him have his 10 seconds of fame. I did try after Michal and she simply nudged away so that was that. Now for Girrafasouraus, she was about 6ft 3ish, a very hot mess, and extremely dumb. She stumbled her way over to the booth Michal and I were sitting at and started grabbing our faces and trying to communicate with us. Unfortunately, Michal and I have no experience in girrafasouraus tongue so we just simply nodded our head and smiled. I don't actually think I have ever in my life spoke with someone for over 15 minutes and completely had no clue what she was saying. It was some mix of drunk and british but you really just are guessing at that point. However, I will say she was extremely friendly and and did kiss us on the cheek...multiple times. You may be wondering why we didn't leave but I think we were just so dumbfounded that all we could do is stay and watch because I don't think we will ever encounter another one of those in the wild ever again. When we did leave the club we went into Piccadilly Circus, a time square like feel to it with the huge LED billboards in which we came across a man who loved playing the saxophone to 3 AM drunkards. He did a mean Bad Romance and Dynamite. I have a video of this but you will have to go on FB to see it. On our way back on the bus to get back home, there just had to be a few french people who got on the bus and how do you say "obnoxious" in french? They were belligerently drunk and we were on the second level of the bus, they were in the back. Every time they passed a girl on the streets they would pound on the window and shout "F*ck you Beeetch" over and over and over again. I guess I know where the expression "Pardon my French" comes from. Rough time back, but slept nicely for the four hours I had.
So moving on with life, the next day was much more relaxed and comfortable, although that was not exactly hard to beat. I explored the Convent Garden area which was interesting to say the least. Convent Garden is basically one huge square that was filled with street performers and tourist shops. There was a man singing Opera in the middle of an outside restaurant, very comedic magicians, local singers, and one very strange individual who came up with an act involving a ten foot ladder and knives(FB video). The square was flooded with people the entire day and was a very entertaining experience. One of the weirder things that I have seen since being in London was when I walked into an ice cream shop. The first flavor I saw was called "the baby goo goo" which was literally breast milk ice cream. Now, I was very tempted to get it but with everything being so expensive I just asked the girl working there to try a sample. To my surprise she actually was not allowed to get samples so I was not able to try baby goo goo. I experienced a local theatre show called Woman in Black. It was basically one large ghost story in this really old and unique London theatre. I absolutely loved the show and there were actual moments that I was scared through blood curdling screams that the speakers would blast through the speakers right behind you. Being genuinely scared as if I was 12 again watching The Ring for the first time was very fun. After the show it was around 10 so we hit up a local pub and had a couple beers. Unfortunately, in the Greater London area unless you are a club, you stop serving alcohol at 11:30 and close completely at midnight. Really the only thing I can complain about besides a pound being worth almost twice as much as a dollar.
Yesterday, things started very early, having to get up at 6:30 in the morning to go to mass at 8 in the morning at one of the most famous and beautiful cathedrals: St. Paul's. This place was flat out amazing and had all kinds of intricate paintings and sculptures inside, it is really too bad they don't allow pictures inside. Mass was interesting, we ended up coming in late so I did not see the whole service but it was a good time. After mass we started walking towards London Bridge. To this point we really had not seen any touristy stuff so yesterday was the day to really knock all of it out. On our way towards the bridge we ran into old town London right off the Thames River. We passed and bought tickets to go see a Shakespearean performance at The Globe for tonight which should be amazing! London Bridge was phenomenal and a definite must see in person to really appreciate it. We crossed the bridge and bought tickets for the Tower of London. As we came up to the booth to buy our tickets this man approached Michal and asked him if he could buy his pre booked ticket because he was not going to be able to attend for the day, the man was very polite and Michal bought the ticket thinking he was doing the man a great favor. Not exactly the case, well, he was doing the man a great favor just not for the same reason. As we were entering the tower my ticket was punched but as Michal was about to get his punched the lady stopped and took his ticket and said he could not enter. Why exactly? Apparently this man has been put on the hot list at this place and taking advantage of tourists who buy his tickets. As a local, he can buy a ticket to this place for merely a pound and then resell them for 20 pounds to tourists knowing that they would not be able to enter. Michal also just nearly missed getting whacked in the face by a hovering pigeon, which at that point with the way his day was going I was surprised the bird missed. For whatever reason in London, pigeons seriously think they are in charge because you have to get out of the way for them not the other way around. There have been countless times where I had to duck down in order to not get whacked by them. Such dicks. We ended up talking to the supervisor to straight en it out and we were still able to get in without much harm done. The Tower of London was very cool, getting to see King Henry VIII's armor and the Royal Jewels was well worth it.
Now, after walking all over London and waking up at an ungodly(well it was for mass so I guess godly) hour, we were exhausted. Not to mention the only thing I had to eat was a measly protein bar for breakfast. We knew exactly where we wanted to go because on our way through London there was a Pub that looked really authentic so we stopped by. Fish n Chips anyone? Well apparently they were the best in London you would think because we ended up waiting over an hour for it to come out. I had recognized the problem, we were in the restaurant portion of the pub and if we would have seen the "Grab N Go" portion of the Pub we would have gotten the same exact meal within minutes and we could have paid less by getting a smaller portion not offered at the restaurant. Basically I ended up the a big ass thing of Fish N Chips that I paid nearly $20 for and being that hungry you think it would have been fantastic but after waiting so long it pretty much took what would have been good fish n chips to average. Oh well though, we laughed about it and made jokes through out the hour waiting because that is really all you can do. Now, the second to last thing on the agenda for the day was to get a pitcher of Pimms because it is supposed to be amazing and you have to have it right on the board walk. When I ordered it, asked the bartender "This pitcher of Pimms will get us drunk right?" From what we had heard it was supposed to really hit you good but the bartender actually said "No, get the English Garden, it has Gin in it" Don't have to tell me twice, I was sold. After an extremely long and somewhat frustrating day it was exactly what we needed. The pitcher had Gin, Elderflower, Cucumbers, Oranges, and Lemonade mixed in. Finally our day was what we expected because it was very tasty. South bank was a very awesome place to enjoy it too because it was outside, overlooking the river as the sun was setting. A very cool atmosphere. The night was nearly complete. The last thing we really wanted to do was visit the Camden neighborhood. When we got there we found a very authentic english bar filled with people our age and the best part: On sundays they have live jazz bands playing so we got to hear some local jazz bands that were very good. We had to call the night early though(earlier than the bars that close in London even) and went back to the Hostel and were in bed by midnight.
Now, off to get ready for the last night in London and what better to end your stay in London than going to The Globe to witness William Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing. I will be in Paris tomorrow to start my 3 study abroad through France, Italy, and Belgium. Cheers!
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