Holiday season 2019 is coming and I have done no traveling the past several years. Initially, finances and possble move stood in the way.
The rent went up, the units were sold and the rent went up - again! However, the choice between the hassle of moving and managing increased cost? I couldn't come up with an affordable but comfortable place. So have stayed With my travel being via CalTrain to San Francisco.
Sam, the resident cat, and I keep busy, eating and sleeping. And I make use of nearby yoga, Pilates and ballet studios Plus I volunteer with the city's emergency operation program and make good use of the local library.
At the moment, I don't see travel in my future, but who knows? Keep you posted..
Monday, December 2, 2019
Thursday, December 7, 2017
Polynesia/Micronesia 6-24 Novemer 2017
Several
friends thought this a most un-Jo trip ever. Three weeks Tahiti to
Easter Island including the Marquesas, Tuamotus and Pitcairns, aboard
the 100 passenger Caledonian Sky, a most comfortable ship. Plush, even!
More so than the so-called expedition ships I've experienced in the
past. Though neither a diver or snorkeler or birder, it was the
opportunity to visit the Pitcairns that tempted me; Then there was Paul
Gauguin's grave and museum. Jacques Brel's grave and airplane was an
extra.
Zegrahm calls their tours, Expeditions, in an effort to make them sound a bit more adventurous than most. This trip was in conjunction with Stanford University's Educational Tours so passengers were well educated and affluent. Most of the gray haired set. Eighty two customers and fifteen staff plus the ship's crew. Two worlds operating concurrently - the gleaming brass of the passengers' quarters, with entries into the coexistent working crew's bailiwick. Separate and not equal.
It started with a flight from San Francisco to Tahiti, via Honolulu. I got in the night before the tour began, so camped at the airport until morning, rather than pay $450 for an extra night at The Intercontinental. There were some six of us sleeping out. A young Japanese woman and I comandeered several benches at the coffee shop for the six or so hours of relatively sound sleep.
The tour began at Papeete's luxurious resort hotel - one night there to prepare us for the lesser comforts of the Caledonian Sky. My roommate, with whom I have traveled five times before - in more challenging circumstances - arrived that night.Out of the hotel, we toured Papeete the next day, before boarding the ship. A beautiful area, I left with the impression the French had learned little about how to manage overseas territories since Vietnam. Superimposed rule with little regard to local tradition.
First stop was Apataki in the Tuamotus, where the divers and snorkelers were briefed. As there was little of interest to me on the island, chose to stay aboard. Two days later, we arrived at the first of three stops in the Marquesas. There were petroglyphs, hikes to heights of unbelievable views, local dance presentations. On Hiva Oa, I visited the cemetery and museum, honoring Gauguin and Brel. On Fatus Hiva. I made a stab at the Long Walk (5+ miles return) up to a scenic spot - did 2/3s going up before hitching a ride. But the view was worth any effort.
Back to several stops at the Tuamotus Islands,one inhabited by one hundred residents, who put on a show for us; they don't get many visitors. Divers dove; snorkelers snorkeled; birders scrambled ashore to chase down various species. The rest of us settled for Zodiac rides around the island.
Then, Petcairn Island, inhabited by less than sixty inhabitants, most descendants of the original mutineers of Bounty-Bligh days. Great Britain has governing responsibility with New Zealand the source of services and supplies. My roommate and I arranged a ATV ride around Adamstown and the Island - it was a bumpy ride but we did get to see outside the town: the Landing, the cemetery, St Paul's Pool, the old radio station, the Highest Point. Views were exquisite. But the population is isolated with cargo ships providing necessary supplies. The doctor, who is there on a two year contract, is limited in what he can do for patients: anything serious requires a boat trip to another island where air transport to New Zealand is available. I saw one spot that could be used for a helicopter pad. but they are not there yet.
We next made stops at two uninhabited island, Henderson and Ducie. Henderson is an UNESCO Heritage site as a result its pristine condition - undisturbed by introduced species, per staff's description. Divers, Snorkelers and Birders were out in force. Then onto Easter Island, which meant two days at sea! Time aboard was spent with films and lectures by Zegrahm staff, all expert in the geology, archaeology and wildlife of the area. From the US, Canada, Australia, New Zealand and Germany. An impressive lot who could also manage the zodiacs with great skill.. For once we left Tahiti, all landings were via zodiac.
We had two days at Easter Island, where tourists fly over from Santiago. And there were tourists about to view the Moai, those stone statues of an early time. A doomed civilization? We traveled about the island: marveled at its breathtaking scenery and ever present statutes. A photographers delight! I visited the museum and a rather unique church before leaving. Much of the population is mixed race though there are a number of Chileans resident. Chile provides all services. Their frigate in the harbor staked their claim. Easter Island was more sight seeing than the earlier part of this trip, which was more experiential.
End of journey with flight to mainland and home!
Meals: Ever present aboard ship. Breakfast, lunch, tea and Dinner. Choices of venue: a formal dinner room or on an upper deck. I was overwhelmed with the amount of food and did skip some meals - if it weren't for the yoga class in the AM, I would have waddled off the zodiac and onto the aircraft. My roommate did an early morning workout in the ship's small gym. She was less impressed with the meals.
Flights: Came over on Hawaiian Air with connecting flight at Honolulu: $1849. Latan/Aeromexico Airlines: Santiago-Mexico City-SF: $4743.. The Mexico City connection was a disaster: you have to enter Mexico and then depart to move from terminal to terminal. Time consuming and confusing - almost missed my flight home. Since I purchased tickets late in the game, double the price quoted originally.
Accommodations:: Zegrahm does it up first class. The ship was much more elegant than those used by Quark (both Russian: Orlova and Fifty Years of Victory) or Poseidon (Sea Spirit). Ship's staff was excellent. Cabin was spacious. Only problems were wifi which was all but non existent and the too efficient air conditioning. Cost was $19980, all inclusive.
That's it for the year and likely, 2018, for I have to move plus I'm running out of money. Oh well, it's been grand - there are no regrets!
Zegrahm calls their tours, Expeditions, in an effort to make them sound a bit more adventurous than most. This trip was in conjunction with Stanford University's Educational Tours so passengers were well educated and affluent. Most of the gray haired set. Eighty two customers and fifteen staff plus the ship's crew. Two worlds operating concurrently - the gleaming brass of the passengers' quarters, with entries into the coexistent working crew's bailiwick. Separate and not equal.
It started with a flight from San Francisco to Tahiti, via Honolulu. I got in the night before the tour began, so camped at the airport until morning, rather than pay $450 for an extra night at The Intercontinental. There were some six of us sleeping out. A young Japanese woman and I comandeered several benches at the coffee shop for the six or so hours of relatively sound sleep.
The tour began at Papeete's luxurious resort hotel - one night there to prepare us for the lesser comforts of the Caledonian Sky. My roommate, with whom I have traveled five times before - in more challenging circumstances - arrived that night.Out of the hotel, we toured Papeete the next day, before boarding the ship. A beautiful area, I left with the impression the French had learned little about how to manage overseas territories since Vietnam. Superimposed rule with little regard to local tradition.
First stop was Apataki in the Tuamotus, where the divers and snorkelers were briefed. As there was little of interest to me on the island, chose to stay aboard. Two days later, we arrived at the first of three stops in the Marquesas. There were petroglyphs, hikes to heights of unbelievable views, local dance presentations. On Hiva Oa, I visited the cemetery and museum, honoring Gauguin and Brel. On Fatus Hiva. I made a stab at the Long Walk (5+ miles return) up to a scenic spot - did 2/3s going up before hitching a ride. But the view was worth any effort.
Back to several stops at the Tuamotus Islands,one inhabited by one hundred residents, who put on a show for us; they don't get many visitors. Divers dove; snorkelers snorkeled; birders scrambled ashore to chase down various species. The rest of us settled for Zodiac rides around the island.
Then, Petcairn Island, inhabited by less than sixty inhabitants, most descendants of the original mutineers of Bounty-Bligh days. Great Britain has governing responsibility with New Zealand the source of services and supplies. My roommate and I arranged a ATV ride around Adamstown and the Island - it was a bumpy ride but we did get to see outside the town: the Landing, the cemetery, St Paul's Pool, the old radio station, the Highest Point. Views were exquisite. But the population is isolated with cargo ships providing necessary supplies. The doctor, who is there on a two year contract, is limited in what he can do for patients: anything serious requires a boat trip to another island where air transport to New Zealand is available. I saw one spot that could be used for a helicopter pad. but they are not there yet.
We next made stops at two uninhabited island, Henderson and Ducie. Henderson is an UNESCO Heritage site as a result its pristine condition - undisturbed by introduced species, per staff's description. Divers, Snorkelers and Birders were out in force. Then onto Easter Island, which meant two days at sea! Time aboard was spent with films and lectures by Zegrahm staff, all expert in the geology, archaeology and wildlife of the area. From the US, Canada, Australia, New Zealand and Germany. An impressive lot who could also manage the zodiacs with great skill.. For once we left Tahiti, all landings were via zodiac.
We had two days at Easter Island, where tourists fly over from Santiago. And there were tourists about to view the Moai, those stone statues of an early time. A doomed civilization? We traveled about the island: marveled at its breathtaking scenery and ever present statutes. A photographers delight! I visited the museum and a rather unique church before leaving. Much of the population is mixed race though there are a number of Chileans resident. Chile provides all services. Their frigate in the harbor staked their claim. Easter Island was more sight seeing than the earlier part of this trip, which was more experiential.
End of journey with flight to mainland and home!
Meals: Ever present aboard ship. Breakfast, lunch, tea and Dinner. Choices of venue: a formal dinner room or on an upper deck. I was overwhelmed with the amount of food and did skip some meals - if it weren't for the yoga class in the AM, I would have waddled off the zodiac and onto the aircraft. My roommate did an early morning workout in the ship's small gym. She was less impressed with the meals.
Flights: Came over on Hawaiian Air with connecting flight at Honolulu: $1849. Latan/Aeromexico Airlines: Santiago-Mexico City-SF: $4743.. The Mexico City connection was a disaster: you have to enter Mexico and then depart to move from terminal to terminal. Time consuming and confusing - almost missed my flight home. Since I purchased tickets late in the game, double the price quoted originally.
Accommodations:: Zegrahm does it up first class. The ship was much more elegant than those used by Quark (both Russian: Orlova and Fifty Years of Victory) or Poseidon (Sea Spirit). Ship's staff was excellent. Cabin was spacious. Only problems were wifi which was all but non existent and the too efficient air conditioning. Cost was $19980, all inclusive.
That's it for the year and likely, 2018, for I have to move plus I'm running out of money. Oh well, it's been grand - there are no regrets!
Friday, October 6, 2017
Sep 2017: a week Ashland Ore & Tacoma, WA
When Shawn's Ride Share, the shuttle between the
Bay area and Southern Oregon, shut down several years ago, I skipped the
Shakespeare Festival. I was so spoiled. The programs didn't
interest me enough to deal with Greyhound, Amtrak or United. Actually,
Greyhound no longer stopped at Ashland so they ruled themselves out of
contention.
Then I got the bright idea to combine Ashland with a trip to Washington to see a niece in Tacoma and a nephew in Sequim. So would take Amtrak to Ashland - via Klamath Falls, Alaska Air to SeaTac, returning same to San Francisco. Found a week that worked for me, the plays and the relatives. Only the nephew became flu ridden and I had to skip that part of the plan. But used that time to visit another nephew in the area so all worked out.
Amtrak coach was almost full up and quite comfortable, certainly more roomy than any airplane. The seat next to mine was unoccupied so I was able to spread out, excepting when the Amtrak representative woke me up to sit up properly.. I talked with a woman, who because of problems with enclosed spaces plus staff rudeness, refuses to fly: she was going to Portland to catch a Columbia River cruise. Somehow, she survives enclosed space on Amtrak.
Train stopped at Klamath Falls. Then, a two hour wait for the shuttle which took us over the hill to White City, then a stop at the airport and then the bus depot at Medford before Ashland. When I did this before, it was a minimum wait, straight shot to Ashland, stopping several blocks from my hotel. Very convenient. This time I was let off at the University, a recent change and a goodly distance down the main street from the hotel. Not convenient!
I signed on for four plays and a backstage theatre tour: two Henrys, parts 1 and 2; Julius Caesar and Shakespeare in Love. All well done though some of the casting of women in male roles was interesting - some worked but others were a bit off. Good free evening entertainment.. And the smoke from the forest fires was no longer a problem. Ashland is still my dream town - if I could transfer my medical plan there;, I'd move up in a hot minute.
A young couple, some what tatted, were asking for funds while seated in front of the City Hall - with cats! All black. Mother on a lease with young'uns crawling all about. Post hippies. A mix with the tourists and the locals. Lots of greenery and a mix of architectural styles.
I've stayed at The Columbia Hotel for some years now. Reasonable. upstairs over business establishments on the main street. Victorian decor with facilities in and out suite. I usually end up in the back with a walk down the aisle to the loo and shower. Tea and the NY Times in the morning.
I did a bit of walking around, found some shops gone and others moved. I didn't have time to do my Lithia Park walk, but another time. Ashland has one of the best parks around. I am amazed at the theatres' development - when I first came in the 50s, there was just the outdoor theatre, uncovered with seating on planks. Now three theatres with part of the original Elizabethan theatre covered. Awesome!
Caught the local shuttle to the Medford Airport and a short flight to SeaTac where my niece and husband met me. Initial impression: mucho traffic! Other than a light rail from Burien into Seattle, little public transit. If you live there, gotta have a car. They - niece and spouse - live on the outskirts of Tacoma. Great country living but really out and about.
One day we drove to the Naval Undersea Museum. All sorts of stuff on ocean environment, submarine technology, weapons and salvage. The contrast with the air museum I looked into earlier at Honolulu. The second day I spent at a nephew's glorious home in Burien, overlooking the water, and later, listening to him preform at a local restaurant - among other things, he is a guitarist. The drives, hither and yon, were enjoyable with nice scenery and free of really bad traffic - but then they had apps which alerted them to the bad traffic jams.
Back for SeaTc and the flight home. Interestingly, my shoe trees and a Clif Bar got me pulled out of line for special attention. Never been a problem before. Ended up on the flight next to a companion dog, very peaceful and friendly. I tried to make as much room for him as possible as he squatted on the floor at his person's feet.
Super Shuttle was prompt and full up. I was glad for Uber and Lyft have cut into the local shuttles' business. According to the Airport guy, several firms have gone out of business. Sadness,
We'll see what happens next year - doubt that I'll do Amtrak again. Too inconvenient.
Cost: Amtrak: $90. Alaska Air: $240. Shuttles: $60. Hotel: $250. Theatre: $250.
,
Then I got the bright idea to combine Ashland with a trip to Washington to see a niece in Tacoma and a nephew in Sequim. So would take Amtrak to Ashland - via Klamath Falls, Alaska Air to SeaTac, returning same to San Francisco. Found a week that worked for me, the plays and the relatives. Only the nephew became flu ridden and I had to skip that part of the plan. But used that time to visit another nephew in the area so all worked out.
Amtrak coach was almost full up and quite comfortable, certainly more roomy than any airplane. The seat next to mine was unoccupied so I was able to spread out, excepting when the Amtrak representative woke me up to sit up properly.. I talked with a woman, who because of problems with enclosed spaces plus staff rudeness, refuses to fly: she was going to Portland to catch a Columbia River cruise. Somehow, she survives enclosed space on Amtrak.
Train stopped at Klamath Falls. Then, a two hour wait for the shuttle which took us over the hill to White City, then a stop at the airport and then the bus depot at Medford before Ashland. When I did this before, it was a minimum wait, straight shot to Ashland, stopping several blocks from my hotel. Very convenient. This time I was let off at the University, a recent change and a goodly distance down the main street from the hotel. Not convenient!
I signed on for four plays and a backstage theatre tour: two Henrys, parts 1 and 2; Julius Caesar and Shakespeare in Love. All well done though some of the casting of women in male roles was interesting - some worked but others were a bit off. Good free evening entertainment.. And the smoke from the forest fires was no longer a problem. Ashland is still my dream town - if I could transfer my medical plan there;, I'd move up in a hot minute.
A young couple, some what tatted, were asking for funds while seated in front of the City Hall - with cats! All black. Mother on a lease with young'uns crawling all about. Post hippies. A mix with the tourists and the locals. Lots of greenery and a mix of architectural styles.
I've stayed at The Columbia Hotel for some years now. Reasonable. upstairs over business establishments on the main street. Victorian decor with facilities in and out suite. I usually end up in the back with a walk down the aisle to the loo and shower. Tea and the NY Times in the morning.
I did a bit of walking around, found some shops gone and others moved. I didn't have time to do my Lithia Park walk, but another time. Ashland has one of the best parks around. I am amazed at the theatres' development - when I first came in the 50s, there was just the outdoor theatre, uncovered with seating on planks. Now three theatres with part of the original Elizabethan theatre covered. Awesome!
Caught the local shuttle to the Medford Airport and a short flight to SeaTac where my niece and husband met me. Initial impression: mucho traffic! Other than a light rail from Burien into Seattle, little public transit. If you live there, gotta have a car. They - niece and spouse - live on the outskirts of Tacoma. Great country living but really out and about.
One day we drove to the Naval Undersea Museum. All sorts of stuff on ocean environment, submarine technology, weapons and salvage. The contrast with the air museum I looked into earlier at Honolulu. The second day I spent at a nephew's glorious home in Burien, overlooking the water, and later, listening to him preform at a local restaurant - among other things, he is a guitarist. The drives, hither and yon, were enjoyable with nice scenery and free of really bad traffic - but then they had apps which alerted them to the bad traffic jams.
Back for SeaTc and the flight home. Interestingly, my shoe trees and a Clif Bar got me pulled out of line for special attention. Never been a problem before. Ended up on the flight next to a companion dog, very peaceful and friendly. I tried to make as much room for him as possible as he squatted on the floor at his person's feet.
Super Shuttle was prompt and full up. I was glad for Uber and Lyft have cut into the local shuttles' business. According to the Airport guy, several firms have gone out of business. Sadness,
We'll see what happens next year - doubt that I'll do Amtrak again. Too inconvenient.
Cost: Amtrak: $90. Alaska Air: $240. Shuttles: $60. Hotel: $250. Theatre: $250.
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Jo Rawlins Gilbert
Palo Alto CA 94303
USA
http://jos-travel-blog.blogspot.com
Palo Alto CA 94303
USA
http://jos-travel-blog.blogspot.com
Thursday, July 6, 2017
Nordkapp with Explore: 10-25 June 2017
If it hadn't been for an Email from a fellow
traveler notifying me of Explore's new series of recce trips, I would
have missed this experience. St Petersburg to Murmansk, with several
off beat stops along the way, then over to Kirkenes to Alta via Nordkapp
and the Knivskjellodden trek to the end of the earth, finishing at
Tromso. Sixteen of us, all mature travelers. Excepting me, all from
the Commonwea[th: English, Scots, Kiwis and Canadian. More men than
women. One other in his eighties - managing with a cane.
And we weren't the only visitors - there were buses with Asians and Europeans, particularly in Norway where we were overwhelmed with a plethora of caravans, trailers and campers. The scenery was often extraordinary: clear, crisp air. Some glaciers and snow patches contrasting with the forests and permafrost.
In Russia, the sky was overcast; less so in Norway. We traveled by minibus and train and big bus. I found my Arctic jacket courtesy of Quark from last year's North Pole trip, an asset - good for rain and cold. Bright yellow, I couldn't get lost.
I like St Petersburg. Been there four times, from the 1990s to 2015. The old Imperial architecture
always awes me. I could have skipped the Hermitage tour, particularly as it did not take us to the new annex. But then, I had been there before. And it is a Must Do for the St Petersburg visitor. Toured the City - always a joy.
Then came the crash! Mine! While the group visited Peterhof Park, Kronstadt Miliiary Fort and Ft Alexander 1, I conked out on the back seat of the bus. It was a wet day but I cared less: only got out of the bus when the driver escorted me to the toilet. Sorry I missed the visits for I hadn't been there before, but just wasn't in the cards. ( I was told there was a substitution for one of the Forts.) I was able to tote my bag onto the sleeper, where I barely made up a bed before crashing again. Ah, the joys of the Night Train to Petrozavodsk!
Just hacked and coughed for the rest of the tour - mobile but not at my best. Several others joined me, including the Scotswomen and my Canadian roommate.
We were at Kizhi and Solovetsky Islands. Both UNESCO sites: one an open air museum of traditional wooden buildings and the other, a Monastery complex used as a political prison in Soviet times. A guide at the open air museum, was vehemently anti Gorbachev and pro Putan. We were in areas rich in history, controlled by Finns and Swedes in the past. Boat rides from the mainland to the Islands. Then back to Kem for the Night Train to Murmansk!
I had been in Murmansk for the first time last year - a quick tour through town from airport to dock. It had impressed me as a combination of St Petersburg styling and crumbling Soviet design. After several days there, my impression didn't change. Unkept would describe it. We went to several museums - one of Political History was most interesting.- the original nuclear icebreaker, Lenin and the small British Naval Cemetery - better maintained than most of Murmansk - but well hidden by commercial ventures. Was impressed with local grocery stores - well stocked and organized.
Then to Kirkenes - where I had been Christmastimer during the 1990s. Though the Russians were loath to met me go: the border officer, a perfectly groomed woman, went through my passport, age by page, had me take of cap and glasses to check identification, and then called over two colleagues to check me out. Her concern was whether I had been in Moscow. Our Russian guide was bewildered as, apparently, were the Russian border official's associates. I finally passed through. Suspect the US passport threw her off.
Along the way, stopped at a rebuilt Russian monastery, most northern one in Russia. Much history apparently hoping to manage as a tourist stop. Then Norway: Clean and neat, Reminded me of a big IKEA store. Except the Ekkeroy bird cliffs which sea gulls, buzzards and others had decorated in their distinctive fashion. And noisy? Adjacent was a small museum/store run by a Dutch expat. Most interesting woman.
Than the Piece de resistance: The eighteen kilometres walk to the northernmost end of mainland Europe, Northkapp. just up the road, was the tourist spot but not the real thing. I had dreaded but anticipated this walk. As it turned out, didn't need to for i was not in shape to make a stab at it - though was a dry though cold day. I stayed inside the hotel. As did three others. We didn't get to Nordkapp as there was a per person charge and our guide decided that was just too much. The ones that did the walk deserved all kudos for their effort.
Then Alta, an important Finnmark town and related with the Sami culture. An excellent museum built about amazing rock carvings from 4200-500 BC. And time at the Tirpitz Museun where that docent took time to show us about the area, including where the Tirpitz was finally destroyed. Got out and did some walking out to old German fortifications.
The final stop was at Tromso, a very New England looking town. Usual town tour. Ran into a waiter, originally from Pennsylvania via Canada. Spent time at a nearby island shot with sand and seashells. Lovely place. A fitting ending.
So started the trek home, which involved more time sitting in airports than in the air. I'm still recovering.
Tour: They tried to get it all in. Even so, there was a fair amount of free time to do your own thing. Several long driving days sans lunch break. Guide was an attractive Russian woman who took us to her Dasha - met husband, son and mother-in-law. Most importantly, I had a great roommate. And was great traveling with my friend of past experiences..
Accommodations: Good to Very Good. I really liked the hotel in Murmansk which was a rather anonymous building, identified only by a bit of metal scaffolding and a small sign at the door. The cook, also waited tables, was a delight: rushing about with the oatmeal, crepes and eggs for us in the AM.
Cost: Close to $7000, including $1500 airfare, $3000 tour,and $720 cat care.
And we weren't the only visitors - there were buses with Asians and Europeans, particularly in Norway where we were overwhelmed with a plethora of caravans, trailers and campers. The scenery was often extraordinary: clear, crisp air. Some glaciers and snow patches contrasting with the forests and permafrost.
In Russia, the sky was overcast; less so in Norway. We traveled by minibus and train and big bus. I found my Arctic jacket courtesy of Quark from last year's North Pole trip, an asset - good for rain and cold. Bright yellow, I couldn't get lost.
I like St Petersburg. Been there four times, from the 1990s to 2015. The old Imperial architecture
always awes me. I could have skipped the Hermitage tour, particularly as it did not take us to the new annex. But then, I had been there before. And it is a Must Do for the St Petersburg visitor. Toured the City - always a joy.
Then came the crash! Mine! While the group visited Peterhof Park, Kronstadt Miliiary Fort and Ft Alexander 1, I conked out on the back seat of the bus. It was a wet day but I cared less: only got out of the bus when the driver escorted me to the toilet. Sorry I missed the visits for I hadn't been there before, but just wasn't in the cards. ( I was told there was a substitution for one of the Forts.) I was able to tote my bag onto the sleeper, where I barely made up a bed before crashing again. Ah, the joys of the Night Train to Petrozavodsk!
Just hacked and coughed for the rest of the tour - mobile but not at my best. Several others joined me, including the Scotswomen and my Canadian roommate.
We were at Kizhi and Solovetsky Islands. Both UNESCO sites: one an open air museum of traditional wooden buildings and the other, a Monastery complex used as a political prison in Soviet times. A guide at the open air museum, was vehemently anti Gorbachev and pro Putan. We were in areas rich in history, controlled by Finns and Swedes in the past. Boat rides from the mainland to the Islands. Then back to Kem for the Night Train to Murmansk!
I had been in Murmansk for the first time last year - a quick tour through town from airport to dock. It had impressed me as a combination of St Petersburg styling and crumbling Soviet design. After several days there, my impression didn't change. Unkept would describe it. We went to several museums - one of Political History was most interesting.- the original nuclear icebreaker, Lenin and the small British Naval Cemetery - better maintained than most of Murmansk - but well hidden by commercial ventures. Was impressed with local grocery stores - well stocked and organized.
Then to Kirkenes - where I had been Christmastimer during the 1990s. Though the Russians were loath to met me go: the border officer, a perfectly groomed woman, went through my passport, age by page, had me take of cap and glasses to check identification, and then called over two colleagues to check me out. Her concern was whether I had been in Moscow. Our Russian guide was bewildered as, apparently, were the Russian border official's associates. I finally passed through. Suspect the US passport threw her off.
Along the way, stopped at a rebuilt Russian monastery, most northern one in Russia. Much history apparently hoping to manage as a tourist stop. Then Norway: Clean and neat, Reminded me of a big IKEA store. Except the Ekkeroy bird cliffs which sea gulls, buzzards and others had decorated in their distinctive fashion. And noisy? Adjacent was a small museum/store run by a Dutch expat. Most interesting woman.
Than the Piece de resistance: The eighteen kilometres walk to the northernmost end of mainland Europe, Northkapp. just up the road, was the tourist spot but not the real thing. I had dreaded but anticipated this walk. As it turned out, didn't need to for i was not in shape to make a stab at it - though was a dry though cold day. I stayed inside the hotel. As did three others. We didn't get to Nordkapp as there was a per person charge and our guide decided that was just too much. The ones that did the walk deserved all kudos for their effort.
Then Alta, an important Finnmark town and related with the Sami culture. An excellent museum built about amazing rock carvings from 4200-500 BC. And time at the Tirpitz Museun where that docent took time to show us about the area, including where the Tirpitz was finally destroyed. Got out and did some walking out to old German fortifications.
The final stop was at Tromso, a very New England looking town. Usual town tour. Ran into a waiter, originally from Pennsylvania via Canada. Spent time at a nearby island shot with sand and seashells. Lovely place. A fitting ending.
So started the trek home, which involved more time sitting in airports than in the air. I'm still recovering.
Tour: They tried to get it all in. Even so, there was a fair amount of free time to do your own thing. Several long driving days sans lunch break. Guide was an attractive Russian woman who took us to her Dasha - met husband, son and mother-in-law. Most importantly, I had a great roommate. And was great traveling with my friend of past experiences..
Accommodations: Good to Very Good. I really liked the hotel in Murmansk which was a rather anonymous building, identified only by a bit of metal scaffolding and a small sign at the door. The cook, also waited tables, was a delight: rushing about with the oatmeal, crepes and eggs for us in the AM.
Cost: Close to $7000, including $1500 airfare, $3000 tour,and $720 cat care.
Friday, May 12, 2017
Traveling with Julia. Hawaii April 2017.
December 2016 was replete with television documentaries about the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor December 1941. If there was any war that impacted me, it was WW2. I was staying in San Diego, a navy town if ever there was one, when Pearl Harbor was bombed. Shortly thereafter, Japanese-American schoolmates disappeared from the classroom I was twelve and in the sixth grade.
By 8th grade, I was back in South Dakota, busy as a Civil Air Patrol cadet learning Morse code for Pierre now had an Air Force field and Japanese subs off the Washington Coast sent incendaries out our way.
Fast forward to college days when I met and married a WW2 Navy vet, who had been at Pearl Harbor shortly after the Attack when his ship towed a dry dock from Honolulu to Sidney, Australia. He then spent most of the war years at New Caledonia.
This then is the back story of my interest in Hawaii and, specifically, Pearl Harbor.
Mentioning this in ballet class - yes, I still do a twice weekly barré - a fellow student mentioned she had a time-share in Waikiki and would I like company? Yes - but understanding I planned to go for the history: a Pearl Harbor tour and a flight to visit Father Damien's leper colony. Beyond that, I was flexible. Later, I added a meeting with with an old comrade from Marin county Probation days who became active in Hawaiian politics. Julia's plan was to swim as often as possible. We were there a week.
Julia had an I-phone and knew how to use it! In addition to my tours and meeting, we traveled about O'ahu via Fiat - the transmission left something to be desired for it stuttered between 2nd and 3rd gear - and local bus. She was familiar with a plethora of street cafes with good inexpensive food and introduced me to shaved ice. I found Kukaniloko Birthstones State Monument on of the loveliest places I've ever seen. And we marched in Honoluu's Cliate Change Protest.
Julia had been in Hawaii numerous times for her son had done his doctoral study there. With her, I had my own personal guide.
Waiki is skyscraper hotels, shops and tourist with a daily manicured beach. Much of Honolulu is big city and freeway surrounded by neighborhoods of housing, schools and shops. Moving out on the island are beaches and small communities built around them. Scene with much green foliage. Tropical.
The Pearl Harbor tour included not only the Arizona Memorial but the battleship USS Missouri where Japan formally surrendered, a wander through the submarine USS Bowfin, the Aviation Museum, the Punchbowl Cemetary with drive bys of various State and City grounds. Extensive.
I was impressed by how subdued the usually noisy tourists were on the ferry to and at the USS Arizona Memorial. Particularly moved was the newly inscribed name of a recently deceased crewman who chose to be entombed with his shipmates of seventy five years ago. Could have spent more time at the Aviation Museum - the docent here was outstanding and there was so much to see, including the Senior Bush's old Stearman - a model of aircraft I've always want to fly in.
The fllights from Honolulu to Kalaupapa peninsula on Molokai were great - it was a Cessna Caravan - and you could see ocean and island. I had forgotten how much I love flying in small aircraft. The Peninsula where lepers were housed in early days was exquisite, even with decrepit buildings about. As the disease has now responded to modern medical treatment, there is no need for the colony, though eight former patients continue to live there. One tour person walked down and the rest rode mules from the cliffs above. I had no regrets about choosing to fly in.
Courtesy of her I-phone, Julia found a march supporting Science and Climate change. So up and at 'em! About a thousand participants gathered with police supervision. As on the mainland, it seemed a gathering of Professionals and the Middle class, retired and younger folk and women. Some I'm sure were part of the Veitnam era protests. Enthuiastic but peaceful bunch. My third demonstration of the year!
Our meet up and lunch with my fellow worker of past years was in Chinatown, where he had his office. Enjoyed getting together - we're likely two of handful left of that time. He felt his stay at Probation was a seminal point in his professional life - he had drifted into the job at his brother's suggestion. From there he had gone on to earn his doctorate and then into politics, where he obviously thrived.
Raining the last day of our stay, we drifted into the Army Museum at Fort Derussy. Originally Battery Randolph, it was completed as part of the coastal defense in 1911. Now Morphed into a showcase of artifacts from early Hawaiian warfare through Vietnam - it included a Cobra helicopter. One exhibition was devoted to the Japanese-Americans who served in WW2, another to General Eric Shinseki, local boy made good! I'm always fascinated how building designed for one purpose are redesigned for another. They have done a good job here: reminded me of the Military Meusum in Muscat, Oman.
It was a good trip, mostly due to Julia with hr knowledge of the Island and skill in maximizing the I-phone capabilities. Plus her investment in the Time-share.
Accommodation:: The time share at the Hilton Hawaiian Village was larger than my apartment. Full
kitchen. The bathtub in the sleeping area at the door into the bathroom was a design anomaly.
Meals: We bought groceries on the way in, so had breakfast and supper - often left overs from the noon meal - in the rom. Estimated cost: $250pp.
Tours: $500pp
Transportation: Hawaiian Air over and Alaska Air on the return; both from San Jose. $442.40pp.
Miscellaneous: Cat care $310.
NB: Gonna have to buy an I-phone!
By 8th grade, I was back in South Dakota, busy as a Civil Air Patrol cadet learning Morse code for Pierre now had an Air Force field and Japanese subs off the Washington Coast sent incendaries out our way.
Fast forward to college days when I met and married a WW2 Navy vet, who had been at Pearl Harbor shortly after the Attack when his ship towed a dry dock from Honolulu to Sidney, Australia. He then spent most of the war years at New Caledonia.
This then is the back story of my interest in Hawaii and, specifically, Pearl Harbor.
Mentioning this in ballet class - yes, I still do a twice weekly barré - a fellow student mentioned she had a time-share in Waikiki and would I like company? Yes - but understanding I planned to go for the history: a Pearl Harbor tour and a flight to visit Father Damien's leper colony. Beyond that, I was flexible. Later, I added a meeting with with an old comrade from Marin county Probation days who became active in Hawaiian politics. Julia's plan was to swim as often as possible. We were there a week.
Julia had an I-phone and knew how to use it! In addition to my tours and meeting, we traveled about O'ahu via Fiat - the transmission left something to be desired for it stuttered between 2nd and 3rd gear - and local bus. She was familiar with a plethora of street cafes with good inexpensive food and introduced me to shaved ice. I found Kukaniloko Birthstones State Monument on of the loveliest places I've ever seen. And we marched in Honoluu's Cliate Change Protest.
Julia had been in Hawaii numerous times for her son had done his doctoral study there. With her, I had my own personal guide.
Waiki is skyscraper hotels, shops and tourist with a daily manicured beach. Much of Honolulu is big city and freeway surrounded by neighborhoods of housing, schools and shops. Moving out on the island are beaches and small communities built around them. Scene with much green foliage. Tropical.
The Pearl Harbor tour included not only the Arizona Memorial but the battleship USS Missouri where Japan formally surrendered, a wander through the submarine USS Bowfin, the Aviation Museum, the Punchbowl Cemetary with drive bys of various State and City grounds. Extensive.
I was impressed by how subdued the usually noisy tourists were on the ferry to and at the USS Arizona Memorial. Particularly moved was the newly inscribed name of a recently deceased crewman who chose to be entombed with his shipmates of seventy five years ago. Could have spent more time at the Aviation Museum - the docent here was outstanding and there was so much to see, including the Senior Bush's old Stearman - a model of aircraft I've always want to fly in.
The fllights from Honolulu to Kalaupapa peninsula on Molokai were great - it was a Cessna Caravan - and you could see ocean and island. I had forgotten how much I love flying in small aircraft. The Peninsula where lepers were housed in early days was exquisite, even with decrepit buildings about. As the disease has now responded to modern medical treatment, there is no need for the colony, though eight former patients continue to live there. One tour person walked down and the rest rode mules from the cliffs above. I had no regrets about choosing to fly in.
Courtesy of her I-phone, Julia found a march supporting Science and Climate change. So up and at 'em! About a thousand participants gathered with police supervision. As on the mainland, it seemed a gathering of Professionals and the Middle class, retired and younger folk and women. Some I'm sure were part of the Veitnam era protests. Enthuiastic but peaceful bunch. My third demonstration of the year!
Our meet up and lunch with my fellow worker of past years was in Chinatown, where he had his office. Enjoyed getting together - we're likely two of handful left of that time. He felt his stay at Probation was a seminal point in his professional life - he had drifted into the job at his brother's suggestion. From there he had gone on to earn his doctorate and then into politics, where he obviously thrived.
Raining the last day of our stay, we drifted into the Army Museum at Fort Derussy. Originally Battery Randolph, it was completed as part of the coastal defense in 1911. Now Morphed into a showcase of artifacts from early Hawaiian warfare through Vietnam - it included a Cobra helicopter. One exhibition was devoted to the Japanese-Americans who served in WW2, another to General Eric Shinseki, local boy made good! I'm always fascinated how building designed for one purpose are redesigned for another. They have done a good job here: reminded me of the Military Meusum in Muscat, Oman.
It was a good trip, mostly due to Julia with hr knowledge of the Island and skill in maximizing the I-phone capabilities. Plus her investment in the Time-share.
Accommodation:: The time share at the Hilton Hawaiian Village was larger than my apartment. Full
kitchen. The bathtub in the sleeping area at the door into the bathroom was a design anomaly.
Meals: We bought groceries on the way in, so had breakfast and supper - often left overs from the noon meal - in the rom. Estimated cost: $250pp.
Tours: $500pp
Transportation: Hawaiian Air over and Alaska Air on the return; both from San Jose. $442.40pp.
Miscellaneous: Cat care $310.
NB: Gonna have to buy an I-phone!
Saturday, February 18, 2017
Return to Lebanon: February 2017
I had last been in Lebanon in Oct 2005 as part of a three country
Middle East sight seeing tour with Explore. Several months after a
popular Prime Minister had been assassinated. Floral tributes were
still across the way from the St George's Hotel where the act had
occurred. And now the son has his father's job. With sectarianism and
corruption still problems with the added impact of Syrian refugees to
the long time Palestinians. Still a fractured country., continuing to be
impacted by Iran, Israel, Saudi Arabia and Syria.
This time I booked with Political Tours, which does a short term - in this instance, eight days - study of the whys and wherefores of countries in crisis. A field study which includes interviews with various participants in the political scene. I've gone with them four times before and came away with an appreciation of that particular country's problems. (In my notes, I called it a graduate seminar on wheels.)
This tour group was all American excluding one Australian journalist: three couples and a media person, all from he East Coast. The couples, all friends, included a retired diplomat, several attorneys, a financier and a literary agent. With us was Nicholas Wood and Karen Davey, operators of Political Tours. Nicholas is a Brit, a former Journalist while Karen is a South African doctor.
We started in Beirut, then South to Tyre, Chtaura and Baalbeck before returning to Beirut. We visited both Palestinian and Syrian refugee camps and a former Hezbollah base, now a tourist center. We drove along the Blue line. the border redrawn in 2000. And there was wine tasting in the Bekaa Valley. Plus crawling about Beauford Castle, a crusader castle which had been more recently affected by the various conflicts. There was a glorious view of Lebanon, Israel and Syria at the meeting of the borders.
We talked with a local Hezbollah supported mayor, a volunteer Christian militiaman, an arts advocate and NGOs providing services at a Syrian camp - one was a US citizen, a PhD, spending two years there as a volunteer. Another camp backed up to the ancient road and hippodrome at Tyre - the now and then of Lebanon. Met with another mayor, a former General, also acceptable to Hezbollah, a major influence in this country, which is ruled by designated Sunni, Shia, and Christian forces with bits and pieces of other sects thrown in.
We did wander about the ruins of Baalbeck and into the old Palmyra Hotel, that once housed deGaulle, Churchill and Cocteau. Throughout, we had the commentary of Nicholas Blanford, longtime Lebanon-based Journalist and author. He had an amazing memory, with details of significant events at his fingertips.
In Beirut, there was time with Robert Fish, another long time observer of Middle Eastern politics, Journalist and author. I had read some of his stuff before and after my earlier foray into Lebanon and was an admirer of his work. He had been present at many of the significant events affecting the region. Michael Young and Jim Muir were two other journalists who spent time with our group. And really running the show was British-Lebanese journalist and "fixer" Leena Saidi, without whom we would have been stalled in the midst of Beirut traffic without a cab to catch.
And did I mention there is no public transport in the country? So .imagine traffic atop traffic! Along with the ever present Smart phones. And the convoluted electrical wiring, not only in the Palestinian area but citywide. Overall, Beirut was much as I remembered: a combination of the old, the new and the destroyed. Obviously, no planning in the rebuilding. Catch as catch can.
The Armenians are alive and well in Beirut - we walked about their neighborhood, trailed by a young boy and were serenaded at lunchtime but a ninety-four year old. woman playing Chopsticks.
Early on, we met three local activists in a local coffee shop, right after a meeting with a government official in his beautifully appointed office.
There were meetings with representatives of the local bank, Hezbelloh, the Christian party., a former Prime Minister, a defense consultant for defendants in the eleven year old assassination of the then Prime Minister, culminating in a luncheon gathering at the home of the Peace Party founder.in Byblos. And that home was comparable to San Simeon, the estate of William Randolph Hearst, now part of the California State Park system..
About Hezbollah, the so-called terrorist organization influenced by Iran: at one point, having saved Lebanon from an Israeli incursion after the Lebanese Army fell apart, Hezbollah chose to enter the Lebanese political life. They expanded and modified a bit. their hard edge. The representative we met with, said Hezbollah was not looking for conflict with Israel but if the Israelis initiated, Hezbellah would respond. He was convinced the US had supported DAESH/ISIS.
I most enjoyed time spent at the American University of Beirut. It had been high on my list of places to visit. Staff and students gave me a positive feeling about the future for Lebanon. We had a great guide: A enthusiastic twenty one year old Palestinian scholarship student, who chose to wear a head scarf when she came to college and plans to continue the practice. She hopes to study aboard but will then have employment difficulties:
For Palestinians can not work in Lebanon proper. We talked with a dentist, educated in Cairo, who can only be employed in the "camp" (seriously crowded tenement buildings for the Palestinians) and certainly unable to visit family in Gaza. However, they are at least recognized/registered which is more than the Syrians, who are in tents and without any acceptance by the host country. A few NGOs are active, providing some educational and health services. The hope is that the Syrians will all disappear. Back to Syria. Soon. The Lebanese do not want a repeat of the Palestinian situation where refugees have remained since 1948..
Conclusion: Lebanon, a small country carved from Syria by the French post WW1, is dealing with an impossible number of refuges - has been since 1948 - who are barred from participation in Lebanese life with a government mired in inaction with a sectarian based Agreement and endemic corruption. Estimated one million Syrians and 450,000 registered Palestinians in a country of 5,988,000 residents. Hezbollah, which may have been the only honest bunch, is with growth. susceptible to the national disease. However, despite British and American governmental travel warnings, I did not feel unsafe at any time though stopped at various checkpoints by various security types. .
Accommodations: Plush! Two of the hotel "rooms" were larger than my one bedroom place in Palo Alto. . Four to Five star. The boutique hotel in Tyre was quite unique with an impressive view of the harbor. Breakfasts were extensive.
Food: From local pick-up stands to elegant restaurants, we had a choice of all types of Lebanese food. Wines were often included with the evening meals; they were reportedly quite good, wine making doing well in the Bekaa Valley.
Cost:: I paid $5130 for the tour which included two extra nights at the Beirut hotel and all meals but one. Airline fare San Francisco-Istanbul-Beirut via Turkish Air was $881 economy plus $92 Insurance. Shuttle was $60. Cat care was $460.
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This time I booked with Political Tours, which does a short term - in this instance, eight days - study of the whys and wherefores of countries in crisis. A field study which includes interviews with various participants in the political scene. I've gone with them four times before and came away with an appreciation of that particular country's problems. (In my notes, I called it a graduate seminar on wheels.)
This tour group was all American excluding one Australian journalist: three couples and a media person, all from he East Coast. The couples, all friends, included a retired diplomat, several attorneys, a financier and a literary agent. With us was Nicholas Wood and Karen Davey, operators of Political Tours. Nicholas is a Brit, a former Journalist while Karen is a South African doctor.
We started in Beirut, then South to Tyre, Chtaura and Baalbeck before returning to Beirut. We visited both Palestinian and Syrian refugee camps and a former Hezbollah base, now a tourist center. We drove along the Blue line. the border redrawn in 2000. And there was wine tasting in the Bekaa Valley. Plus crawling about Beauford Castle, a crusader castle which had been more recently affected by the various conflicts. There was a glorious view of Lebanon, Israel and Syria at the meeting of the borders.
We talked with a local Hezbollah supported mayor, a volunteer Christian militiaman, an arts advocate and NGOs providing services at a Syrian camp - one was a US citizen, a PhD, spending two years there as a volunteer. Another camp backed up to the ancient road and hippodrome at Tyre - the now and then of Lebanon. Met with another mayor, a former General, also acceptable to Hezbollah, a major influence in this country, which is ruled by designated Sunni, Shia, and Christian forces with bits and pieces of other sects thrown in.
We did wander about the ruins of Baalbeck and into the old Palmyra Hotel, that once housed deGaulle, Churchill and Cocteau. Throughout, we had the commentary of Nicholas Blanford, longtime Lebanon-based Journalist and author. He had an amazing memory, with details of significant events at his fingertips.
In Beirut, there was time with Robert Fish, another long time observer of Middle Eastern politics, Journalist and author. I had read some of his stuff before and after my earlier foray into Lebanon and was an admirer of his work. He had been present at many of the significant events affecting the region. Michael Young and Jim Muir were two other journalists who spent time with our group. And really running the show was British-Lebanese journalist and "fixer" Leena Saidi, without whom we would have been stalled in the midst of Beirut traffic without a cab to catch.
And did I mention there is no public transport in the country? So .imagine traffic atop traffic! Along with the ever present Smart phones. And the convoluted electrical wiring, not only in the Palestinian area but citywide. Overall, Beirut was much as I remembered: a combination of the old, the new and the destroyed. Obviously, no planning in the rebuilding. Catch as catch can.
The Armenians are alive and well in Beirut - we walked about their neighborhood, trailed by a young boy and were serenaded at lunchtime but a ninety-four year old. woman playing Chopsticks.
Early on, we met three local activists in a local coffee shop, right after a meeting with a government official in his beautifully appointed office.
There were meetings with representatives of the local bank, Hezbelloh, the Christian party., a former Prime Minister, a defense consultant for defendants in the eleven year old assassination of the then Prime Minister, culminating in a luncheon gathering at the home of the Peace Party founder.in Byblos. And that home was comparable to San Simeon, the estate of William Randolph Hearst, now part of the California State Park system..
About Hezbollah, the so-called terrorist organization influenced by Iran: at one point, having saved Lebanon from an Israeli incursion after the Lebanese Army fell apart, Hezbollah chose to enter the Lebanese political life. They expanded and modified a bit. their hard edge. The representative we met with, said Hezbollah was not looking for conflict with Israel but if the Israelis initiated, Hezbellah would respond. He was convinced the US had supported DAESH/ISIS.
I most enjoyed time spent at the American University of Beirut. It had been high on my list of places to visit. Staff and students gave me a positive feeling about the future for Lebanon. We had a great guide: A enthusiastic twenty one year old Palestinian scholarship student, who chose to wear a head scarf when she came to college and plans to continue the practice. She hopes to study aboard but will then have employment difficulties:
For Palestinians can not work in Lebanon proper. We talked with a dentist, educated in Cairo, who can only be employed in the "camp" (seriously crowded tenement buildings for the Palestinians) and certainly unable to visit family in Gaza. However, they are at least recognized/registered which is more than the Syrians, who are in tents and without any acceptance by the host country. A few NGOs are active, providing some educational and health services. The hope is that the Syrians will all disappear. Back to Syria. Soon. The Lebanese do not want a repeat of the Palestinian situation where refugees have remained since 1948..
Conclusion: Lebanon, a small country carved from Syria by the French post WW1, is dealing with an impossible number of refuges - has been since 1948 - who are barred from participation in Lebanese life with a government mired in inaction with a sectarian based Agreement and endemic corruption. Estimated one million Syrians and 450,000 registered Palestinians in a country of 5,988,000 residents. Hezbollah, which may have been the only honest bunch, is with growth. susceptible to the national disease. However, despite British and American governmental travel warnings, I did not feel unsafe at any time though stopped at various checkpoints by various security types. .
Accommodations: Plush! Two of the hotel "rooms" were larger than my one bedroom place in Palo Alto. . Four to Five star. The boutique hotel in Tyre was quite unique with an impressive view of the harbor. Breakfasts were extensive.
Food: From local pick-up stands to elegant restaurants, we had a choice of all types of Lebanese food. Wines were often included with the evening meals; they were reportedly quite good, wine making doing well in the Bekaa Valley.
Cost:: I paid $5130 for the tour which included two extra nights at the Beirut hotel and all meals but one. Airline fare San Francisco-Istanbul-Beirut via Turkish Air was $881 economy plus $92 Insurance. Shuttle was $60. Cat care was $460.
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Saturday, December 24, 2016
2016 Happenings
What Happened in 2016!
Surprisingly, I did most of what was planned for this year. Iran in April; Murmansk and the North Pole in June, London and the Lawrence Symposium in September and then, Azerbaijan in October. All were good trips but very different.
I had been on an earlier sightseeing trip; this time it was to take a look at Iran’s role after sanctions. We met with religious, press and business people; spent time at a school as well as wandering about and appreciating the landscape. As before, I found Iranian people friendly and outgoing even as school girls chanted Death to America. (I was the lone American in the Political Tours group!)
It was Murmansk, that beleaguered port of WW2 that enticed me onto the Arctic cruise, via a Russian Nuclear icebreaker to the North Pole. And Murmansk is a quite Russian port, still the gateway to the Arctic lands claimed by the Russians A combination German and English speakers, along with Chinese and Japanese - and a handful of Russians made up the 100+ passengers. As always with Quark, ongoing talks about past explorations as well as the landscape and its inhabitants. Floating seminars!
London to see friends and attend performances before the TE Lawrence Symposium at Oxford. It was the symposium that got me to the Great Arab Revolt dig tin Jordan ten or so year ago. Going to the UK is like coming home. It was the first overseas stop of my travels.
Finished up traveling with a friend, up, down and sideways in Azerbaijan for two weeks, one of the Caucasus’ countries that parted from the Soviet Union early on. And has had a rather tempestuous relationship with its neighbors, particularly Armenia, since. Landscape ranges from mountainous country to dry scrubland. With Baku the ruling Queen, built up by oil revenues. A combination of ultra new and ancient old. Even got to Naxcivan, that island of Azerbaijan assessable only by all arrangements made by Travel the Unknown.
The year coming? It looks like I may return to Lebanon with Political Tours in February. And a friend and I are considering a week in Hawaii: the WW2 Memorials and Father Damien's leporsy colony. I’ve signed on with Explore for a several week trip in June, back to St. Petersburg and Murmansk and then into Arctic Norway. November will see a change: sailing from Tahiti to the Marquesasa and Pitcairns to Easter Island.
Inbetween, ballet and yoga and Pilates; local theatre, dance and music. And trying to figure out how I can get to Karkamus (original TEL dig on Turkey-Syria border) for their website says they started accepting visitors in June 2016!?
In the meantime, I hope the Mini and the computer hold out - they’ve been needing attention this past year. Hang in there, guys!
And let me also hope we all survive the political scene here at home: four years to go!
Happy Holidays from us both!
jo and Sam
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Surprisingly, I did most of what was planned for this year. Iran in April; Murmansk and the North Pole in June, London and the Lawrence Symposium in September and then, Azerbaijan in October. All were good trips but very different.
I had been on an earlier sightseeing trip; this time it was to take a look at Iran’s role after sanctions. We met with religious, press and business people; spent time at a school as well as wandering about and appreciating the landscape. As before, I found Iranian people friendly and outgoing even as school girls chanted Death to America. (I was the lone American in the Political Tours group!)
It was Murmansk, that beleaguered port of WW2 that enticed me onto the Arctic cruise, via a Russian Nuclear icebreaker to the North Pole. And Murmansk is a quite Russian port, still the gateway to the Arctic lands claimed by the Russians A combination German and English speakers, along with Chinese and Japanese - and a handful of Russians made up the 100+ passengers. As always with Quark, ongoing talks about past explorations as well as the landscape and its inhabitants. Floating seminars!
London to see friends and attend performances before the TE Lawrence Symposium at Oxford. It was the symposium that got me to the Great Arab Revolt dig tin Jordan ten or so year ago. Going to the UK is like coming home. It was the first overseas stop of my travels.
Finished up traveling with a friend, up, down and sideways in Azerbaijan for two weeks, one of the Caucasus’ countries that parted from the Soviet Union early on. And has had a rather tempestuous relationship with its neighbors, particularly Armenia, since. Landscape ranges from mountainous country to dry scrubland. With Baku the ruling Queen, built up by oil revenues. A combination of ultra new and ancient old. Even got to Naxcivan, that island of Azerbaijan assessable only by all arrangements made by Travel the Unknown.
The year coming? It looks like I may return to Lebanon with Political Tours in February. And a friend and I are considering a week in Hawaii: the WW2 Memorials and Father Damien's leporsy colony. I’ve signed on with Explore for a several week trip in June, back to St. Petersburg and Murmansk and then into Arctic Norway. November will see a change: sailing from Tahiti to the Marquesasa and Pitcairns to Easter Island.
Inbetween, ballet and yoga and Pilates; local theatre, dance and music. And trying to figure out how I can get to Karkamus (original TEL dig on Turkey-Syria border) for their website says they started accepting visitors in June 2016!?
In the meantime, I hope the Mini and the computer hold out - they’ve been needing attention this past year. Hang in there, guys!
And let me also hope we all survive the political scene here at home: four years to go!
Happy Holidays from us both!
jo and Sam
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