Monday, October 22, 2018

To quote the Dead....

You're sick of hanging around, you'd like to travel
Get tired of traveling you want to settle down
I guess they can't revoke your soul for trying
Get out of the door, light out and look all around

Sometimes the lights all shining on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately, it occurs to me
What a long strange trip it's been”

Yep, it has been about two years since I last posted to this blog, mostly because I don't think anyone really reads it. But I have a few musing I thought I would commit to some sort of electronic memories.


Back in 2008 Dick and I traveled to India via Hong Kong. The intervening years have seen many social events in Hong Kong and its evolving relationship with mainland China (PRC) thus I am curious as to what that may look like. My first trip to Hong Kong was amazing but short. We wandered about the city to the various tourist attractions and parks, went to street markets, ate Cantonese food. There were touristic videos at the hotel about other areas outside of the main core and into areas more focused on outdoor activities. We wished we had time to partake in some hikes out in the nature areas but did not. We did have a really short stay in Hong Kong this year but it was interrupted by rain and a doctor appointment. Other than the metro trip and the taxi ride back to the cruise terminal we saw nothing of the city but did view a lot from the water. There is much that can be discovered about the local economy by watching the shipping traffic in a port city. There was a lot of activity around the Kowloon waterfront and much of it with new construction.


In 2019 we will again travel to India via Hong Kong so a renewed search has begun for accommodations. Which leads to many other searches, like those for museums, transportation, and of course dining options. 
But why should I care you may ask as I am only a visitor? 

It has been well known that mainland China (aka Beijing) is trying to move the corporate center to Shanghai and away from Hong Kong as well as influence the language spoken. Wait, what did you say, doesn't all of China speak Chinese. Yes and no. Under the Basic Law of Hong Kong, Mandarin was made an official language along with Cantonese and English. On paper, the three languages were given equal status, however, Mandarin is being increasingly used in day to day activities in Hong Kong today. This has led to fears of Cantonese being replaced as the majority of Hong Kong people speak Cantonese as their first language. On May 2018, The Education Bureau of Hong Kong stated that Cantonese is a dialect, thus cannot be considered a mother tongue language. I don't speak either language but from my experience, they are not just dialects but much more complex and different languages.

Again why is there so much angst in Hong Kong? For one Hong Kong has never been an independent country but has had a very strong cultural identity. The sovereignty of Hong Kong was transferred from the United Kingdom to the People's Republic of China in 1997. The terms agreed between the governments for the transfer included a series of guarantees for the maintenance of Hong Kong's differing economic, political and legal systems after the transfer, and the further development of Hong Kong's political system with a goal of democratic government. These guarantees were set out in the Sino-British Joint Declaration and adopted into the semi-constitutional Basic Law of Hong Kong. The Basic Law was to ensure that Hong Kong would retain its capitalist economic system and own currency (the Hong Kong Dollar), the legal system, legislative system, and people's rights and freedom for fifty years, as a special administrative region (SAR) of China. This is set to expire in 2047, the current arrangement has permitted Hong Kong to function as its own entity in many international settings rather than as a part of China. Things have not gone well over the years and many aspects of the "One country, two systems" is a constitutional principle formulated by Deng Xiaoping are not being enacted as originally intended. 

As Americans, we are able to pick up and move to another city or state and take up residence without much thought but in China, this is not the case. Where you are born is the city where you obtain your social welfare, this is referred to as the right to adobePregnant mainland women seeking to give birth in Hong Kong, specifically to benefit from the right of abode, which results in their children gaining the right to abode and enjoy social welfare in Hong Kong. Potentially, this can put a heavier burden on Hong Kong's medical system if not other populace cities in the mainland. This is a similar concern in the US as the same has been occurring. The 14th Amendment allows the babies born on American soil the right to American citizenship. 

So you are still asking what does this mean to me and why am I thinking about another country that I was not born in? Well, our current US president seems to like that Xi Jinping has no term limit and would like to have the same offered to him. He like all of the repression of the press, building a border wall, and undermining judicial independence, and fear mongering.  This scares me as well as his base. I am not a citizen of the US by birth but I am a naturalized citizen and I greatly appreciate my personal freedoms and privileges and I hope my grandchildren also have the same but I fear the direction we are going as a nation. When the bullies take over it is very difficult to get them out or make changes to bad public policy.

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Tales of our safari and Tanzania explored as described by Dick

Tanzania -- Africa is not for sissies.


The real eye opener of this portion of the trip was the country of Tanzania.
Tanzania is the first all black African country we have been in. Yes, we have been to Africa before but only northern Africa where we saw mostly Arabic influenced daily life but Tanzania was to be very different.  A truly amazing country. "Jambo" and a smile. In Swahili "Jambo" means hello and it is the first thing any Tanzanian says to anyone whether they know them or not. It seems to imply that they would love to know you and they mean it. Rather like the Italians with "Buon giorno" and a smile. Everything here seems to be run by black Africans. The aircrew, including pilot and copilot were black and spoke in Swahili. Verily the happiest country we've been in. Happier than Bali or Italy. Maybe because they have never been enslaved nor had apartheid. They fought a war with Uganda's Idi Amin (The crocodile) but they now mediate and judicate between Hutu and Tutsi tribes and other African international disputes. Much different to the current hate-and-fear-filled USA (Trump, Cruz, Rubio, et al). Still a very poor country but progressing rapidly. 
It is a developing country. Construction cranes everywhere and new buildings just opening and renting out. All businesses we saw were run by black people - top to bottom. Most were efficient and happy to serve customers. 

Flew into Dar es Salaam which means "Place of peace". We arrived at DAR on a South African Airlines A-320 from Johannesburg. Good airline service and it worked well. Noticed some high wing turboprop airliners belonging to Precision Air which we would fly next day. There was also a DC-3 parked to one side and I bet it's still in service. Dick rode one the length of Taiwan realizing it was older than he but then he was only 23 and now is retired.

On arrival in Dar es Salaam one jetway was finished but we walked down to the tarmac and onto a bus. Immigration was the usual hour or so. Well at least for us this was old hat but there was a young Seminarian from Argentina on our flight whose first mission is to teach in Tanzania and he was not very comfortable with the way the visas were to be issued. His main concern was whether or not he was going to see his passport again. The process goes like this. First they ask you some questions then take some fingerprints and promptly asked for $100 in US dollars then whoosh your passport disappears to an office and then you get to stand in a holding area until the visa is issued. He was one of the first in our group to get his new visa and yet was one of the last to complete the forms at the beginning. Yep, God does work in mysterious ways.

Our airport shuttle van driver, Hassan,  took us through the urban sprawl that is Dar. It was rush hour so 1.5 hrs to go 10-15 mi on what was the main roadway into the city. Our driver liked to listen to soft rock and disco from the 70's and 80's so we got to hum along with the likes of the Bee Gees and Donna Summer. Dar is a bustling city that is growing too fast for the current infrastructure. Present population 2.5 million. Projected 76 million by end of century. Don't see how/what they will feed that many. Hope Tanzania keeps its large national parks and the wild animals that live there. 


We stayed one night in the Tanzanite hotel in Dar before flying on to Arusha to start our safari. We had to change rooms as the wall outlets did not work and we wanted to make tea. Second room had a working microwave and an electric teapot to boot. Good breakfast. Got my usual large healthy breakfast that was influenced by Arab and Indian cuisine. Then we were off to the airport but nearly submerged by the torrential downpour. Water was piling up everywhere and street drainage was deficient in many places. A large truck had run off the roadway and slid into a ditch running parallel to the roadway, mangling the cab. The DAR airport was not so efficient. Had to go through security to get into the domestic terminal and then again to get to our flight. Down a jetway to the tarmac and onto the ATR 42 turboprop. Good 1.5 hour trip on Precision Air.


5 days on Safari


The Serengeti has earned the titles of one of the “Seven Natural Wonders of Africa” and one of the “Ten Natural Travel Wonders of the World” for being the site of the largest terrestrial mammal migration in the world (about 2 million animals!). However, even without the Great Migration, the park sports the densest lion population in the world and is home to all members of the Big Five and almost 500 bird species. 


The Serengeti fits well into most people’s dream of an African safari with its abundant wildlife, vast golden plains dotted with thorny umbrella acacia trees, kopjes, and sausage trees, and its crocodile and hippo-filled rivers. We saw more kinds of animals in that time than I've seen in a lifetime. We saw all the big 5 (lion, elephant, cape buffalo, rhino, leopard) and zebras, cheetahs, crocodiles, hippos, giraffes, hyenas, waterbucks, warthogs, jackals, gazelles, topi, secretary bird, baboons, impala, ostrich, dik dik and more. Slept in tents on the Serengeti Plain and were wakened by elephants breaking trees 10 yards away in the moonlight, lions murmured and hyenas laughed through the night. A waterbuck that was bleeding after a hyena attack outside our lodge room on the Ngorongoro Crater rim. Visited Tarangire NP, Serengeti NP and Ngorongoro Crater. Truly amazing and so glad we came this way. Here is a link to some of the photos we took: https://goo.gl/photos/oUXG8tFm3pzcDNYX7

Arusha and the start of our Safari


Wow! When we arrived at Kilimanjaro airport (KIA) near Arusha we were greeted by a huge band with drumming and singing and hipping and hopping. C
olorful native dress for both the band and dancers.  We tried to stay near the arrival gate on the tarmac but were after a while ushered inside to collect our luggage. Turned out it was for the President of Tanzania who was proceeding to Arusha for some conference. But it was still a nice greeting even if it wasn't for us.

There is a large project underway to widen (to 4 lanes) the highway from Kilimanjaro airport to Arusha. There appeared to be some Chinese engineers involved in the otherwise all black effort. We were held up some by trucks full of troops and MPs for the president's motorcade which we did not see but the road was lined with locals waiting to catch a glimpse of their President. There was a festive air in each community as we passed. 



After a bit we were up to our Arusha lodge: L'Oasis. A cluster of hardened mud wattle and pole conical roofs. We went over to the high-ceilinged main lodge for a beer and to watch the heavy rain through the open archways to the outside. Before too long we conferred with our Safari manager, Silvia who explained the itinerary for our five day Safari. 

In the morning we enjoyed a nice breakfast buffet we were introduced to our guide/driver Damien and climbed aboard our Safari vehicle: a very old AWD diesel Toyota Land Cruiser. In our whole Safari we saw hundreds of Toyota Land Cruisers of various vintages, but only two Land Rovers and no other kind of Safari vehicles. These cruisers held 6 - 8 passengers. 



We were held up for an hour or more while the president's convoy readied to leave the conference center where he was conferring. The people seem to like him quite a bit.  

Wonder if this will be a trend 

Before we left Arusha our guide/driver Damien needed to stop at the local version of  Walmart to pick up drinking water for our trip. Along the way several people kept yelling at our driver about a problem. He ignored the comments until he finally heard that he was leaking fuel. So he pulled over and some men he didn't even know helped him fix the problem and away we went. We got to the store where it took him a really long time to park the truck and even then it wasn't the best job considering the parking lot was not full.

Tarangire

Along the way to Tarangire we noticed that the fresh grass on the rolling meadows was all chewed up in places, showing the red soil beneath. Then we saw why: A sign proclaimed that the land was an infantry training center and beside the sign was a heavy tank. Not an Abrams and not one of the new Russian tanks. Maybe a British Chieftain. But this was still and used by the Masai to graze their herds of goats, cows, and donkeys. The Masai do not farm as they are nomadic.

Tarangire NP On we went to Tarangire NP. After two hours of driving our guide/driver turned off the paved road and onto dirt roads/paths. 
Spotting game was just a matter of looking. It was every where. We came across giraffes and, before long, a small group of elephants walking along swinging their trunks, grabbing bunches of grass that they stuffed into their mouths as they walked. We drove along winding dirt or mud roads looking for game. Then some baboons and the HF radio crackled up in Swahili. Lions had been found so we were off to the lion sighting. We were the third cruiser there. Looked to be five or six lions. Older female (wearing a radio collar) and some other mature females. All just laying under an acacia tree. One of the females sniffed the air and started walking away from the acacia. The lead female hoisted herself up and followed the sniffing lady cat. By then there were six cruisers lined up with people standing under the hoisted up roofs with cameras clicking or videoing away. There were now about 20 lions including at least two youthful adult males. One of the females stopped to pee and the whole group filed by between our cruisers only a few feet away. After crossing the road they sauntered away across a grassy meadow. Lions seem to like grass because it lets them sneak up on their prey. We reversed our direction and took another road that allowed us to observe from some distance. We waited a bit and our guide saw that one of the lions had taken station above a hole that a warthog had gone down rather like our hunting housecats will lie next to a gopher hole and wait. 

The guides cooperate with each other to find game to please their clientele. A flash of the headlights seemed to mean want to talk with you but often Damien would just stop and the oncoming driver would pull up and they would exchange information in Swahili and probably gossip. 

After our Game Drive we headed out  for our first camp. We were on the asphalt road for a half hour then turned off again. Winding our way through bush to Lake Burunge and the Burunge Lodge.
http://www.tanganyikawildernesscamps.com/camps/lakeburungetentedcamp. We did see three young uninitiated Masi youth, probably waiting to be paid to have their picture taken, along the road to the lodge. We didn't stop and just bumped along the dirt road past small fields of row crops being worked by non-Masai. Once we were checked in a lady loaded our luggage onto a wheelbarrow and led us along a graveled path to a canvas cabin on a raised wood platform with a good view of the lake. We unpacked our overnight essentials and walked round the cabin. There next to a solar heater unit stood a little dik dik (very small deer) who was not afraid. Tried to snap a picture but it was too dark by then. 

Over at the lodge we had a tasty dinner out on their expansive deck overlooking the lake with our guide/driver Damien. After dinner and conversation Sharon recharged her larger laptop and the copying of pictures from the camera to the computer while I returned to the cabin to don my Speedo and return to take advantage of their fairly large swimming pool. Filled with captured rainwater. Seemed to be no chlorine so the water was quite soft. Not used to that so it felt a bit oily but that's just soft water which we also encountered in the shower. Had no effects from swimming without chlorine.

Up early for sunrise over the lake to the east which was preceded by Venus rising and a view of the Southern Cross. Morning in most of Tanzania started with birds singing before the first rays of the sun have crested the horizon and the cacophony just gets louder until the sun clears the horizon then like the opening of any show the songs die off to just becoming background noise. 

Maybe it is.. 

Then it was a long drive back along the paved road past Tarangire and some large share of the way back to Arusha. A turn to the left took us up a steep incline winding above Lake Manyara. with a view over to the entrance gate to the Ngorongoro Conservation Area. Then a new problem. Damien had lost or misplaced his entrance permit and company credit card. An hour's wait while he arranged something with his office. Maybe a fax. He is a good slick talker and there seemed to be lots of jawboning. These parks and conservation areas are HIGHLY REGULATED just as I would have them be. We want to have these wonders for future generations and that requires GOVERNMENT REGULATION just like in Malheur, OR. 

Ngorongoro Crater rim

Damien pulled into a parking area where we could look out over the crater. The crater floor is 100 square miles. There was a volcano there until 2-3 million years ago when it exploded and threw large rocks around. It was as high as 19,000'. Similar to Mt. Kilimanjaro which we never saw due to cloud cover. There were many of us tourists at the viewing point. I heard italiano being spoken and struck up a halting conversation with a nice italiani couple. We did not drive down into the crater this time but continued for quite a while along the rim past the entrance to the Rhino lodge where we would stay for one night after touring the Serengeti. 

The outer slopes of the crater are Maasai land. They can graze their herds of cattle, goats, asses and sheep in the crater but must exit for the night. The crater floor is 5,000'+ above sea level and the rim is about 2,000' above that so we never saw Maasai on the crater floor when we later came back to it. They had some semi permanent settlements on the outer crater slopes. 

The Maasai men have long, thin clubs with heavy balls at one end. They are tall and quite thin and live on a diet of blood they get from their herds and milk mixed with some roots but they never till soil. They have elongated earlobe piercings and speak no English and seemingly no Swahili either. The Maasai speak the Ma language and have been in the area for 200+ years as they emigrated from central Africa. The first Europeans did not arrive until 1898. Until the 20th century the Maasai wore animal skins. In the 20th century they began buying cotton yardage which they dye in brilliant colors or black (memories of helping my grannie dye sheets and clothing in a big vat in the yard). They herd goats, cattle, sheep and asses. They are mostly nomadic. They are evidently a threat to lions which they kill in retaliation for lion predation of their flocks and killing a lion was a rite of passage to manhood for Maasai warriors. This is causing a problem with the lions located in this area to the point that conservation is needed. The Maasai have a reputation as very fierce warriors and often manage security companies in Tanzania. They were always friendly toward us, waving as we passed but we had no way to speak to them. 

Serengeti -- not for weak asses. 

Grass is the driving force of the Serengeti. All fauna there either eats grass or tree leaves or eats them that do.

If you have hemorrhoids or suffer from car sickness then you should probably skip the Serengeti and settle for Tarangire + Ngorongoro Crater. Down we went away from the crater out onto the Serengeti plain to enjoy the "Serengeti massage" as the guides like to call it. Washboard dirt and gravel road that badly needed grading. We saw a grader -- well nearly collided -- later on a curve surrounded by bushes. Many thorny acacia trees with very sharp thorns. The Maasai are not in the Serengeti NP but they sometimes make use of thorny acacia to keep animals in or out of enclosures. More washboard road. Collections of zebras. This SE section of the park is well grazed by zebras and we soon saw many impalas and Thompson's gazelles (Tommies). We had passed the entrance monument long before. Only saw an occasional vehicle. All Toyota Land Cruisers. More driving. More wild ungulates grazing. 




It is 45 mi from the entrance monument to the gate where Damien must show his guide permit and pay a fee for the Serengeti. We stopped for that and to eat box lunches packed by the Burunge lodge. There were a number of marabou storks (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marabou_stork) wandering the picnic area. Large, ghoulish looking birds that function as vultures and have the wattled red neck of a vulture. We later encountered them in many places. Sharon and I hiked the granite hill in back of the gateway area. We photographed wildlife including the beautiful bright red and blue Superb Starlings and various trees and bushes. There were many cruisers parked while clients did the same as us. On the washboard road again. Damien was doing 35 - 55 MPH so it really beat our butts but wouldn't be much if any smoother like at lower speeds that we do when stalking game. We saw more game and stopped occasionally to snap photos of impala, gazelles, ostrich and baboon. There were thousands and thousands of wildebeests munching grass and we got pictures of them as well as the cape buffalo (quite a dangerous animal). 

Scattered all across the Serengeti are large to huge granite boulders which create formations called Kopjes. Some might have been extruded from below but others could have been thrown out in the cataclysmic Ngorongoro explosion. An 18,000 - 19,000' mountain being excavated in one huge explosion had to have thrown billions of tons of gravel and boulders and ash into the sky to land somewhere. Well all over. Must have caused a nuclear winter round the world bigger than Krakatoa or Mt. Pinatubo. Kopjes are interesting weathered gigantic rock formations that rise out of the central Serengeti plains like little mountains. Islands in a sea of grass. Trees, vines, and bushes sprout out of many of the formations. These rock formations provide shade, small water pools, and of course a great vantage point for many animals, including lions, leopards, and cheetahs.

We turned off the main NW/SE road and seemed to wander along one road then another, twisting across the grass and bush veldt until we came to the Serengeti Visitor Centre. This is worth a stop for the many self-guided walking paths that provides informative signs and exhibits about the history of the Serengeti, its ecosystem, and its wildlife. We saw (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyrax) rock hyraxes, birds, and brightly colored agama lizards.

We then drove past an unpaved airstrip that had quite a few large single engine turboprop planes landing and taking off each day. We were told that it was only 15/day and that the low passes that some made were the anti-poaching patrol. Stupid Asian superstition is that ground up elephant tusk or rhino tusk will make a man more youthful and virile. There are also many people who will pay big bucks for ivory. Some wardens/keepers have taken to cutting off the rhino horns since the poachers only take horns/tusks and leave the dead animal on the plain. Hence the rhinos are near extinction. 



We drove out to the Ang'ata tented camp Lodge (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3MOgbEf7plo). The 'lodge portion' is two large tents in the plains grass and bush. In one were couches and a powerpoint station to recharge cameras and computers and the other is a dining area that can seat maybe 30 at about ten tables with an attached kitchen tent. We relaxed in our tent until dinner after declining the campfire (away from the tents) that other clients did have the next night. Saw powerful lightning way in the distance but never heard it so maybe > 30 mi distant.  We ate a very tasty meal. Our safari agency had told the lodge that we were vegetarian so we had nicely spiced grilled cabbage, bell peppers and rice. 

After dinner we were escorted in the dark to our personal tent by guards They zipped the tent's canvas panels up so we could not see out and we easily fell asleep. There was a separate room off the fairly large tent for a toilet and shower and sink with dressing area and lights that ran off batteries charged by PV during the day. Heard some hyenas laughing in the distance when I made an after midnight pilgrimage to the toilet. 

Next day in the predawn morning we walked back to the dining tent which was open to the NE and sat for breakfast. My usual whole grain toast with olive oil and chile tomato sauce, roasted potato, wonderful coffee and some grilled cabbage. Suddenly we heard loud hissing and saw a hot air balloon rising with the dawn through trees a bit distant then another balloon. We were told that it costs about $500/pp. Better than a low flying aircraft that flies by too fast to view much game. Both for rich folks who can't stand the pounding of washboard dirt road travel though they got some since we saw trucks bringing the deflated balloons back on our later wanderings in our Toyota. We also later saw the balloon passengers gathered under an awning and tree having catered breakfast. 

The Ang'ata staff had prepared us box lunches then we were off to find leopards which we had not yet seen. Damien's strategy for finding leopards was to find baboons who were barking. After a while we came upon a tree full of baboons but they weren't barking (alarm that they smell leopard after them). Leopards are quite dangerous for humans as well as baboons. They are very quiet stalkers and can sprint extremely fast. They will stalk and eat humans. After more driving we happened upon two other Toyotas in watching mode (roofs raised up). They had seen leopards. We stopped and began scanning the grass and sparse low bushes for leopards. I saw one fairly distant through the lousy binoculars provided. Way too distant for a photo or even to be positive it was a leopard. Then someone in one of the other Toyotas saw ears above a very close mound of green grass. Then a mama leopard and her cub bounced gracefully and fairly slowly across our field of vision to hide behind some other grass. We got some video though the actual seeing them was far was better than we recorded. 

I had been pestering Damien to find a giant red termite mound close enough to a road to get a good view and maybe be able to get out and touch. I wanted to see the termites in action. The red termite mounds are still active while the gray ones are abandoned and are often invaded by mongooses. We saw a gathering of mongooses later. Damien was still after leopard. Stopped to photo giraffes eating the tops of the acacia thorn trees/bushes. Along one road that we had taken several times we found an umbrella acacia tree with a leopard relaxing up in it with a leg draped down. Damien claimed to see a gazelle kill on another branch of the tree but we were looking into the sun and we weren't all that convinced. Leopards do drag their kills up into trees to prevent the much larger lions from stealing it and killing the leopard. Lions hate and will track and kill leopards which makes leopards scarce and wary and hard to spot.
On the way back to Ang'ata we passed a waterhole section of a stream that was home to a pod of hippopotamus and we videoed them. They were mostly underwater but would use their tails to flip water onto their backs to keep from drying out in the hot equatorial sun. In this NW section of the Serengeti we are around 3 degrees south latitude so sun at noon is very close to directly overhead and hot but it's a humid heat. The hippos come out of the water after dark to munch grass and walk as far as 1 km. 

Back to Ang'ata for another wonderful dinner. This night we asked to have our tent set up with the center flap of canvas rolled up so we could see out. We were still sort of protected by heavy mesh that was still easy to see through. In the middle of the night were were awakened by loud cracking noises outside. It was still nearly a full moon so we could see pretty well. 10 yards from the tent was an elephant breaking an acacia tree. Sometimes they can get water this way or sap I suppose. We saw many acacias broken and bent over at a right angle about 3' above ground. Elephants. Then we heard the laughing hyenas a bit further distant. They too want to eat us. A bit later we heard the low humming of lions communicating at a further distance. 

Next morning after breakfast we arranged for a lunch in camp that day before going out in preference to the box lunch. We were off in a new direction to the NW toward Olduvai gorge where the Leakeys found Lucy's (homo habilis) footprints from two million years ago. At this time the grass in this section was too tall for most of the ungulates since the zebras had not yet mowed it down. Zebras have to mow the grass before the impala and gazelles will come and graze. Lions will kill zebras but the zebras are not so leery of tall grass as the other ungulates. Zebras are large, very strong and aggressive or in other terms they don't take no shit from anyone. Hence why they do not domesticate well like horses. We passed by some substantial hills and along the Serengeti River where the wildebeests and other ungulates cross in the million+ wildebeest, gazelles and impala migration in August as the grass dries up to the SE. We forded the river at a concrete depression crossing and continued along the other side then took another road which ended where the river had a lagoon running up one side. Several large pods of hippos. A few of the hippos were still out of the water eating grass or just standing. 



I walked over to a section of bank along the lagoon. I was leery of being too close to the river as crocs can scurry up river banks in a hurry and pull you back to the water. But still I wanted to see more. There was a sizable gravel island in the middle of the lagoon and a very large croc was sunning itself there. Still early and cool. The early bird gets the crocodile. It saw me and made for the water as I snapped a pic and tried to video it but the old camera does not quickly change to video mode. The hippos seem to ignore crocs. Adult hippos are huge and heavy and I think they keep their young surrounded by adults in the waters of their pools. 

Time to head back for lunch. As we drove back we came upon a parked Toyota. Whatsup? Three cheetahs lying in the sun about 40' from the road. Guinea fowl were dancing around trying to get the cheetahs to move or maybe enticing them to give chase away from the fowls' chicks. The cheetahs ignored the birds and occasionally rolled over to sun the other side. Damien thinks they had a recent kill and are going to spend a day or more digesting. 

Back to Ang'ata for a nice lunch. Ang'ata provided great adventure but we now think we overpaid for two nights we spent there compared to the other tented camp we stayed at. Don't know what the base price camps would have provided. Maybe we would have been dinner for night stalking lions? Now moot as we are not likely to return, having seen more different animals than we had ever thought we could: BTDTNGB. 


Ngorongoro Crater

After lunch we started the long drive back to the entrance gate where Damien turned in his paperwork before we continued driving back toward the entrance monument. But wait. There was a large adult male lion with a very bushy, splendorous mane laying in the grass close to the road. We stopped to watch him roll around in dust sticking his feet straight up. What a sight. Not quite so old as some of the MGM lions since his mane is still blond but he was big and virile and powerful looking. A bit further and Damien pulled to the side of the road and there was a large red termite mound about 3' high. It had no entrance. I walked over to it but it was sealed tight all over. Guess they come and go below ground. There are often few to no trees around these termite nests. The trees that do grow next to the termite mounds do well as the termite provide nutrients for the trees.  


On SE past the entrance monument and then climbed the Ngorongoro Crater wall and along the rim with verdant jungle trees and bushes to either side until we came to the entrance to the Rhino Lodge (http://www.ngorongoro.cc/). We check in and meet the proprietors. Alesandro and V something (forget her name but it started with a V as in Verona). They are italiani.  The proprietors are advocates for the Maasai in addition to finding them useful as guards to protect clients from dangerous animals.  Nice room. A nice shower. There were some waterbucks on the narrow lawn outside our room to the outside of the lodge compound. Shortly, lightning and a heavy downpour told us why we are surrounded by jungle. After that we walked down to the huge lodge building with high slanted ceilings around a large two hearth rustic stone fireplace to use the internet-a very slow internet albeit. 

Luckily dinner is buffet style. An easy way to deal with varying diet needs of a diverse international clientele. Lots of delicious food made it hard to stick with my calorie restriction program. Small portions of tasty food will have to suffice. Next morning we walked down to the big lodge building but we were there before 6AM and the doors were still locked so we continued around the wood porch walkway circling the building and back toward the reception building. As we started up the concrete stairs to get to reception there was a waterbuck blocking our way. It was bleeding and had all the hide on one haunch stripped off, exposing flesh, presumably by an hyena. The Maasai guards urged us to come up the stair past the wounded waterbuck. We were somewhat leery of a kick from the wounded beast but it was probably not in a mood for any aggression so we walked past the poor thing which is likely dead now. Hyena bites are not very sanitary. After we passed the reception building I saw the Southern Cross and Venus rising just before dawn then we walked back down to the main lodge which was now open for a very tasty breakfast buffet. Being an italiani run establishment, olive oil was present for me at breakfast without my needing to ask. Highly recommend the Rhino Lodge. Wonderful food even for carnivores and nice clean but rustic rooms. 

After breakfast we drove back up to the rim road and, at the crater overlook we took the road up to the left instead of the road to the right that we had come up several days before. We did not return this way as there is another road up out of the crater. This crater rim road has jungle on both sides. Through occasional breaks in the trees we could see the crater to the left and Lake Manyara on the right. After what must have been 20 mi along the circumference of the crater it began to descend and after a few miles there was an entrance gate where Damien showed his papers and paid fees before continuing down to the crater floor. We have only one real sighting objective: black rhino, the only Big Five we have not seen as they are nearly extinct. We wandered back and forth across the crater floor. There are two large alkali lakes with small rivers running into them. Water has no way out of the crater so the alkali salts build up and precipitate out but never get out of the crater. We criss-crossed the crater plain. Saw some rhinos in far distance but no road that would get close and maybe the guides are discouraged from driving off road and that would be extremely slow to not get stuck or break an axle on a boulder. We pulled into a picnic area beside a part of the larger alkali lake. Many hippos. While parked there some beautiful bright yellow and red weaver birds flew into our Land Cruiser and helped themselves to some crackers that we had not eaten. After relaxing we were back on the jeep roads. Here, as in the Serengeti and Tarangire we often ford water-filled potholes or, in Serengeti, drive right along a fast flowing stream with gravel bed. At last we came upon a rhino cow and calf grazing within watching and photo distance and we watched and photographed. They are huge and hefty and can move fast. No wonder they are one of the most dangerous. We took an ascent road on nearly the opposite side of the crater from our descent and this road was much steeper but cobbled in purpose made cobbles. After cresting the crater rim the road descended to the same Ngorongoro Conservation gate where Damien had had problems with his misplaced permit papers. Damien is 67 and becoming forgetful but has encyclopedic knowledge of fauna in Tanzania including birds which is of great value to us for later curation of our bird photos. We continued descending on paved road until Damien pulled into a large gift shop where we purchased some items and consumed our box lunches under the watchful eyes of the local housecat crew.

Oops...crash

We had told Damien that we needed an ATM, a computer mouse, and some food for our flight back to South Africa. In Arusha he started making a right turn against traffic when a motorbike smacked into his bow (front-end for you landlubbers). Clearly Damien's fault (this being a drive on left country like every place we've been since we left South America). At first we did not know what type of injuries to the bike rider were done but soon he was helped up by someone and did not appear to be too hurt. The motorbike was now missing most of its front fender and was a bit scratched up. An instant and angry crowd formed around our truck as we were blocking the main access road in and out of Arusha. Damien told us to close our windows and lock doors which we were already doing. Damien wisely paid the victim off with TZ schillings and US dollars as he said he did not want to go to court.

When we emerged from the store Silvia from the safari company was already in the Toyota. Damien must have called her on his often active cell phone. She gave us a critique form to fill out. We drove on through Arusha which was easier now that the president had returned to Dar es Salaam and they deposited us several hours early at a filling station/convenience food store beside the Kilimanjaro airport. We wanted a beer but it was a Muslim establishment so had a bottle of water and a can of orange soda so we could camp at the table and use their restroom for two hours. We waited until an hour before our scheduled departure before rolling our suitcases over to the airport.  Our flight was to be delayed 45 mins then it was delayed another hour and we were already early so we sat outside the security check and downed several bottles of our favorite local brew: Safari beer (5.3%) before going through security so we could wait at the gate. Things do not run on time in Africa. 

While we were at the Kilimanjaro airport we had noticed a large KLM airliner (A-330) pull in non-stop from Amsterdam. Would recommend bypassing Dar es Salaam if you're planning a safari. Check other airlines too for direct to Kilimanjaro (KIA) then maybe a turboprop to Arusha airport which is past all the Arusha traffic. Go to Dar only if you plan to take the ferry to Zanzibar but again you can fly there from many other places directly. Also it was interesting to listen to all those who had climbed to the top of Kilimanjaro. For most it was close to a religious experience.

When conferring with Silvia back in Arusha, we requested that she notify Hassan, our diver on our first visit to Dar es Salaam and despite our late arrival, we arrived at Dar airport at around midnight, he was there for us. Back in the Tanzanite hotel we slept in a bit then had a big breakfast then walked across downtown to the port area. Streets in Dar were mostly trash free but had considerable construction dust and small to large generators everywhere since the government-run mains power often fails. Hawkers at the port trying to sell us tickets on the ferry to Zanzibar. Tanzania is a mashup of British Tanganyika and Zanzibar. We might consider a trip to Zanzibar some day when the northern hemisphere winter gets too cold for old bones. Our walk back to the Tanzanite took us past several Indian, Lebanese and Indian restaurants. 

Next afternoon Hassan picked us up at the Tanzanite and dropped us at the Dar airport. He said that Sylvia had already paid him for our transfers. I tipped him well. Good drivers are worth quite a lot. Told him that if it turned out she didn't pay him then contact us through her. An uneventful flight on an A-319 with our usual Hindu meal to Johannesburg. 

Next up is South Africa.

Some related URLs: http://www.tanzaniaparks.com/manyara.html https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wildlife_of_Tanzania https://www.google.com/maps/place/Serengeti+National+Park/@-3.8931186,35.8325143,13.75z/data=!4m2!3m1!1s0x1832cdd680dac6d1:0x2ea157f39deb3945 https://www.google.com/maps/dir/Seronera/B144,+Tanzania/@-2.6650127,35.1433621,10z/data=!4m13!4m12!1m5!1m1!1s0x1832dd1cd83c9109:0x6e40471fe6eebfe6!2m2!1d34.8224001!2d-2.4358285!1m5!1m1!1s0x1833776aa14440c3:0x642b5ef5b38abff7!2m2!1d35.1462638!2d-2.9131348 http://www.pbs.org/edens/ngorongoro/fiery.html http://www.scientificamerican.com/article/of-ants-elephants-and-acacias/ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BC72-AFB9oA http://leesonphoto.photoshelter.com/image/I00002j.ZcNzM3MA https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serengeti https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ngorongoro_Conservation_Area http://www.tanganyikawildernesscamps.com/camps/lakeburungetentedcamp/ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3MOgbEf7plo http://www.babelsdawn.com/babels_dawn/2007/03/the_toba_supere.html http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/evolution/library/07/1/l_071_03.html https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homo_habilis

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Bali adventure as written by Dick

We flew into Bali from Perth on Virgin Australia. Good service. We got the Hindu meal we had ordered at booking. Tomorrow afternoon we fly Garuda airline to Singapore after a week's stay in Bali.

Longish taxi ride (about an hour) from the airport to our Starling Villa in a town named Sanur along the south coast of the island of Bali. The beach is about a kilometer away and faces due east with a view of Nusa Lembongan and Nusa Penida islands and taller Lombok island in the distance. Lombok's Mt. Rinjani (12,224 ft) is an active volcano that had a violent eruption in 1258 AD and may have triggered the Little Ice Age. 

Settled into our modest but nice villa then walked over to the Oasis restaurant where we enjoyed nice vegetable curry and vietnamese fried rice.

We had cashed in most of our Australian $ for Indonesian rupiahs before leaving Perth but the taxi had eaten most of that so we robbed an ATM next door to the Hardy's supermarket/department store where we also scored some beer for Sharon and some cauliflower, a bag of black rice and a nice slice of Ahi tuna. Dick would just have to swill the 2 liter bottle of port we smuggled out of Perth which actually did last the week with some beer supplements.

Each day started with a nice breakfast in a pavilion at Starling Villa. They provided whole grain bread, fruit and coffee/tea. Dick supplied olive oil and pasta sauce for the toast and several days some muesli and yogurt from Hardy's.

Next day we lunched at the Cafe Batu Jimbar. Tasty vegetable and fish curries. Then off to the beach via Jl. Pantai Karang road past the German consulate to Jalan Segara Ayu. Dick tried to swim but the tide was out and the water was shallow for maybe 200m out to a reef beyond an artificial island with pavilions.

On the way back to Starling Villas we engaged a small-time tour operator for the following day to visit several sites. A full day tour for 500,000 rupiah (it was a bit difficult getting use to money in the tens of thousands). Next day the tour operator and his 'brother' showed up bright and early to pick us up. Dick was a bit late due to having his watch and clocks a half hour off. After about a 40 minute drive we turned into a road and parked by a disused temple adjoining the Barong & Kris Dance theater of Tegal Tamu-Batubulan-Gianyar. The Barong dance ceremony would not start for another 40 minutes. We walked around the temple and watched a cat hunting. We got a false indication that we would need to remove shoes and we did as we entered the covered dance theater, taking upper seats with none in front of us. As other customers filed in we noticed that they did not remove shoes not even Balinese people but it felt good to be in stocking feet under the shade of the high roof.

The band assembled and began tuning up while tourists got up close with their cameras. Then they played some Gamelan tunes with drums and a large brass gong that was used sparingly for occasional emphasis. After a half dozen numbers the Barong (two actors covered with bright gold cloth) appeared at the dancer threshold clacking his teeth and making threat displays with much Balinese foot maneuvering. Later the nagda evil one appeared and there was drama as well as more drama when people were turned into witches (signified by them wearing gloves with extra long curved fingers). Very nice entertainment.

Back on the road we wound up the slope toward Mt. Batur. We stopped at a rice farm where, after paying admission, we hiked down descending maybe 100' where Sharon parked Dick in a shady spot and continued a down a further 200' to a bridge crossing the stream at bottom where she paid the bridge troll another toll though modest.

More driving brought us to a large water temple complex that had nice water flowing out with pools that we could bathe in. We rented golden sashes and walked among the stone temples. Like most buildings in Bali these were carved from blocks of black lava rock like that seen in Hawaii. Black and granular from where the lava had bubbled along and then froze as stone. Made the mistake of walking back a different path to make a clockwise circuit but that was the gauntlet of shops just like modern airports. In Mallorca in 2011 we met an airport architect. I think he had started specializing in the sinuous path they make you walk past all the duty free and trinket shops. There are many factories that make lava carvings. Appear to just grind it up then form it to a mold or somehow with a binder.

More driving on narrow roads winding between rice paddies then through jungle until we were driving along the high ramparts of Lake Batur. Beautiful lake. There had been a large temple down by the lake until a volcanic eruption in 1926 wiped it out so they had to rebuild up on the rim. We had read that up close the lake was polluted and the shore trashy so we just lunched at the restaurant our guide driver recommended.  From the restaurant we could take pictures of Lake Batur and Mt. Batur a bit further off. Lake Batur is like Oregon's Crater Lake but the caldera is not an island in the lake but off to one side. It has evidence of recent lava flows along one side and no snow (Crater Lake had had 54' of snow when we saw it in 2011). Dick needed an ATM and Made, our driver pulled into one along the rim road. Dick screwed up by using his bank ATM pin on Sharon's credit card so she later got into a panic about fraud attempts on her card from the cc company as they threatened to close the account.

Next day was swim call again and we finally got the tide right and went right at the beach end of the German consulate road -- so south along the coast.  Not so weed choked. More sand bottom. And Dick had purchased a pair of swim goggles so could see the fish better. The natives were renting jet boats to young white men. None came close but a caution nonetheless. Walked further south and felt the tropical sun burning while walking straight into it so swam all the way back after swimming out to a marker buoy. A good hour of swimming. On the way back we arranged a half day tour for Thursday. Grilled and ate our tuna with black rice that night.

On Thursday driver Made picked us up early as requested. He drove us up to the Royal temple which was quite nice and only cost $2.00 U.S. to get in. Nice stone temples and a path behind that led through a forest where most of the trees were labeled. Fine growth of large bamboo with a squirrel chattering away.

Back in our van up to the Monkey Forest. We seemed to be about the only visitors there. A lady guide appeared and introduced us to the macaque monkeys. She had a bamboo cane to ward off any monkey that might attack us. They are known to try and take your backpacks if they think there is any food in it. Her English was very good. The monkeys live about 30 years and the elders are larger and given respect by their youngers. Many were grooming each other and like many apes would pop the insects they found into their mouths. More protein. Several were pregnant and some others were nursing infants. We requested to walk through a jungle trail that led through the trees to a nearby village. There were many mosquitos and we got bit by the tiny things. The guide said there was no malaria there. The jungle was not too dense (wouldn't need a machete) and there were several monkeys about. The younger male monkeys in the temple were often fighting (mostly gently) and chattering at each other. We walked back with the guide. There were many small wooden shops to tempt the tourists who had stayed away. All shops were protected by heavy chicken wire and the guide was careful to close her shop when she stepped out. Clever monkeys can be a pest. Sharon bought a wood carving she liked and we were on our way back to Sanur.

We had a large fish feast for two at El Comedor restaurant which was good, Don't know where they got the Spanish name. Each of us got a starter then two each barramundi, snapper, tuna, spiny lobster, squid, crab, several large prawns, sliced bell peppers, ... and desserts. Not very expensive. 500,000 rupiah = $36.

Next day after breakfast Made picked us up in his van and drove us out to the airport. There were a few extra police about after the Jakarta bombing but the airport was relaxed. It's Bali.

From the airplane we got good views of Mt. Agung (9944') and Mt Batur (5633'). Along the way were many small to medium size islands in the lesser Sunda group.
http://eoimages.gsfc.nasa.gov/images/imagerecords/65000/65632/LesserSundaIslands.A2003077.0210.2km.jpg

Our Garuda flight was good. We got our Hindu vegetarian meal as ordered and were happy passengers into Singapore.

Singapore to Joberg as written by Dick

On Friday we flew Garuda Indonesian Airlines from Bali to Singapore on a 737-800. As we approached Singapore through clouds hundreds of ships could be seen steaming along. Most were going either north or south with the occasional one east or west. How do they apply the rules of the road (yield to ships on your right) in such crowded conditions? A very busy seaway. Almost none stop in Singapore but if your ship is transiting to or from Pacific or South China Sea to or from the Indian Ocean to/from Middle East or East Africa then she'll pass by Singapore. A very strategic choke point on world commerce. Emphasizes the importance of maintaining the Law of the Sea treaty which USA has not signed but is trying to enforce

Landed at Changi airport which has several long runways. As we taxied to our jetway I could see a steady line of airliners coming behind us. A very busy airport. Much of the traffic is with Singapore Airlines. We will be flying Singapore girl to Johannesburg, South Africa on Tuesday at 01:30. Singapore Airlines grew by exchanging landing rights with other countries because there are many airlines that want to land here and must provide reciprocity. 

Our shuttle driver was an enthusiastic fan of Singapore. Telling us of the sights near our hotel and what a wonderful place it is. An upcoming motorcycle show. He advised that the city is quite safe even at night, though not crime free.

At the ParkRoyal hotel we discovered that we needed some supplies and the concierge told us to go to Bugis Center, two long blocks along Beach Road, turn right and walk another two long blocks. I bought a bottle of red wine and Sharon picked up some beer. We scoped out all the restaurants in the huge basement. I admired some vegan (no cheese) pizzas and we saw many Chinese and Japanese restaurants.

Next day we decided on Indian food and hiked south on Beach Road to Jin Sultan Road and then about a mile to Raj Restaurant. It was hot as usual at 1 degree N. Wx said 89F feels like 99 and it was about right. The air conditioner wasn't doing much so it was hot and humid but we tolerate that pretty well and enjoyed the heat in S. India in '08. Sharon had a Mysore dosa and I enjoyed a tomato uttapam which is a pancake of lentil and rice flour with veggies bake in. Very good. The staff was East Indian except for the ancient Chinese water filler who wandered round refilling glasses which we kept sipping on. All the customers except one young Chinese couple appeared to be local Singaporean Indians. A good sign in an ethnic restaurant is that it draws local customers of that ethnicity. 

Then it started raining hard outside so we slowed our eating to let it ease off. Then the rain intensified further. At last the rain diminished somewhat after we had been there more than an hour so I made the sign of the bill and paid the bill. Only had a few Singapore dollars that we had exchanged in Bali before takeoff. The rain had not really stopped and had not made it any cooler.

We were seeking some shelter and we had been scoping out the large department store across the street from the restaurant so we quickly jaywalked to Mustafa Center. Four floors of hard goods and all kinds of fruit, produce and groceries. If they don't have it you don't need it. Toilets, refrigerators, ... except alcohol since it is Muslim owned. Bought some very nice big, sweet, juicy tangerines and some bananas.

By the time we finished shopping and looking the rain had pretty well stopped and we veered off into the Arab quarter. Many restaurants of all kinds and a big golden mosque. Then back on Beach Road to ParkRoyal.

A bit later we hiked along Beach Road to the Golden Mile. A multistory building filled mostly with small restaurants (hawkers) and bought some beer.

Next day we decided to hike over to Raffles Hotel and Chinatown. Raffles is famous for the drink called the Singapore Sling and was famous when I sat out front in 1968 and downed a few gin and tonics under old ceiling fans. Then I had come on USS Coral Sea. It appeared that they no longer serve out front but rather at their long bar which we did not visit.

Up to Bridge Road then across the 1929 Elgin Bridge spanning the Singapore River and further south to Chinatown where large decorations spanned the road for Lunar New Year. As we discovered in 2013 this occasions the largest human migration on the planet but I think most Singaporeans stay here to celebrate. We merged into the gyre of people on the narrow streets with small or large shops on all sides. All manner of food items, toys and gadgets for sale. It was hot and humid and we eventually ducked into the shade of a seafood restaurant for a beer and some spicy ginger tea. A very loud expat Texan with a local wife detracted from our relaxation. I had been admiring a roman style white tunic trimmed in red and blue and green across the while sipping tea so walked across the street and bought it for Sharon. We walked some more streets then hiked back past St. Andrews cathedral and the old Supreme Court and War Memorial to Beach Road.

Suddenly a downpour of rain started to soak us so we ducked under a structure to wait it out. More rain and then thunder. Noticed that all the roofs were well equipped with lightning rods.  

The ParkRoyal hotel has one of the best breakfast buffet I have ever enjoyed. Better even than the MS Zaandam which was better than SS Star Clipper and the New Century Hotel in Bangkok. I had pigged out so much that morning that I skipped lunch and dinner. Smoked peppered salmon for my omega-3s. Whole wheat toast. Olive oil and sambal hot red sauce. All kinds of fruit. Limeade, orange juice. Baked beans. Sliced beetroot. Potato wedges. Roasted veggies like carrots, bok choy, cabbage in their own juice. And everything tasted wonderful. No misses.

ParkRoyal also has an olympic size swimming pool and weight room. I used both every day of our stay.

Next day we again went south on Beach Street then up to Bridge Street. Just after crossing the bridge we walked down onto the quay. The walkway there is lined on both sides with all kinds of restaurants. A prevalence of seafood but also turkish, Chinese, Indian, Thai. Large tanks with gigantic crabs. Bodies the size of my head. Large clams.

Wait a minute. Italian. L'Operetta. Looked at menu outside. Ooh. Pizza without cheese like real Italian pizza. We went inside for air conditioning. Very nice interior. Paintings of musicians on the west wall. Bob Dylan, David. Sharon had linguine with crabmeat and I had pizza napoletana: heavy tomato sauce, anchovies, black olives, oregano and basil on a thin crust. I had avoided pigging out at breakfast.

After lunch we hiked further south along the quay to a photogenic temple where Sharon snapped some photos. We wandered around but soon found ourselves at Marina Bay. Sharon got photos of some merlion statues spouting water. Then a hike back to hotel.

Singapore is a small island. Not much here. Hotels, giant office buildings (building many more) and restaurants. Luxurious ones, smaller ones and many hawker stalls with little to no roofing. The regular restaurants are not cheap though the hawker stalls are rather so. If you have money you won't starve in Singapore.

Ever since Sydney we have had to beware that the locals drive on the wrong side of the road. Stepping into a crosswalk you must look most carefully to your right and at corners look out that left turners will cut the corner tight and may not have to stop. Look right.

Singapore is an expensive city. Saw no poor. No homeless. No grafitti. They will whip you for that. Playboy magazine used to be banned but we encountered no questions about importing porn. 
A city of beautiful women. The fashion is A skirts or dresses above the knee. Being a veteran leg man I appreciate that. Loved the miniskirts in San Francisco 1970-72. I had to wire up accounting machines at the Social Security Office on Grant Street so I was down under the desks amongst a sea of legs. Made it hard to maneuver. Many of the women look just like the Singapore Girl advertisements. Tall, long legs, slender long necks with long Asian hair, often bunned up. Often seemingly aloof.  

Many newly rich Singaporean men showing off their new wealth. Fast cars are common. Ferraris, Maseratis. Pretty useless on such a small island. There are some freeways but rarely saw any speeding. Very efficient police. We felt safe so long as we remembered to look right before crossing. Terrorists will have a tough time here.

A swim and some computer work. Shuttle picked us up at 10PM. Out to Changi airport. Through immigration and a hike out to just outside of our boarding gate. These folks are very security conscious yet we have not yet been through security. Different setup. Security is at each gate. Actually nicer in that it avoids the usual long lines where passengers from all flights queue up.

Into the air on our 777-200ER. See city lights along the coast as we pass over Sumatra. We will chase darkness across the Indian Ocean and land in the dark in S. Africa Surprised that we don't seem to be flying great circle after recrossing the equator. We flew great circle from Santiago to Sydney chasing the sun through the whole flight and I could see icebergs as we dipped far south over the Southern Ocean.

Before we get home we will have crossed the equator 4 times. We got started on this great RTWS when I mentioned to Sharon as we stood beneath the sails on SS Star Clipper coming from Istanbul to Greece that, though I had been to Singapore at 1N, I had was still a pollywog: had not crossed the equator. Guess we're shellbacks now? On MS Zaandam we learnt that nautical tradition said that after rounding the Horn a sailor could put one foot up on the table and after that if he rounded Cape of Good Hope, both feet. We'll be in Cape Town next week and can walk around the Cape of Good Hope so I'll put both feet on the table.

We are still 4 hours out from Joburg. About to cross over Madagascar. Mauritius invisible off to port. Stars are quite bright up here. Might have seen the Southern Cross which we have yet to see but can't ID it since I've yet to see it. Flight is not near full. Debarking should be easier. Clever Sharon booked us a window and an aisle so I could lay down using two seats for 4 hours of blessed sleep. Can't sleep sitting up. I did manage to sleep standing at attention during USMC boot camp and on deck in the tropical sun facing a company of men in blinding white uniforms.

Now 2 hours out of Joburg with a stunning red dawn coming up in SSE from 38,000'. Tried to snap a photo but they have the cabin lights way up for breakfast so got mostly reflection. Then saw a Chinese lady throw the airline blanket over her head and her window. So I tried that but don't think I got much.

Though the sun was nearly up -- bright red clear across the eastern and southern horizon, I could still see one bright star to the ESE that I had noticed each time I peeked out my port side window. Ahh! Venus. Being a norteño I was always used to seeing Venus in the north or NE or NW. A complete surprise but perfectly logical. Venus has been visible for hours as we chased the night across the Indian Ocean.

Sunday, December 27, 2015

Valparaiso, Chile Wish we spent another day or two there


I would have to say that so far the one regret I have is not spending more time in Valparaiso, Chile.  We disembarked off the cruise ship into a port that did not look like much but we were wrong.

The city is quite hilly like San Francisco and there are funiculars to help you get from one part to another or you can use the various stairways. There is train that will take you along the water up to the next City, Vina del Mar, or up into the hills to Limache. But the amazing part is all of the colorful graffiti around the city and the wonderful food and wine. There are lots of young people who reminded me of what the late 60s and early 70s were like in California. Many were street musicians playing Beatles songs and soft jazz on saxophones in the plaza and parks around the city. 

Instead of inserting pics I will instead insert the link to the photos taken and let you peruse them at your leisure and just say if you have the chance to go spend at least 3 days. 

https://goo.gl/photos/sXPJyMMq2vMvtvXF7

Here is a song by Sting that a good friend reminded of that will help set the mood. 






Chase the dog star
Over the sea
Home where my true love is waiting for me
Rope the south wind
Canvas the stars
Harness the moonlight
So she can safely go
Round the Cape Horn to
Valparaiso

Red the port light
Starboard the green
How will she know of the devils I've seen
Cross in the sky
Star of the sea
Under the moonlight
There she can safely go
Round the Cape Horn to
Valparaiso

And every road I walked
Would take me down to the sea
With every broken promise in my sack
And every love would always send
The ship of my heart
Over the rolling sea

If I should die
And water's my grave
She'll never know if I'm damned or I'm saved
See the ghost fly
Over the sea
Under the moonlight
There she can safely go
Round the Cape Horn to
Valparaiso

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Thursday, December 24, 2015

Now I have travelled through

We have now travelled around the Horn and seen several Chilean glaciers and are about to fly to our next destination and continent. This mean I have officially travelled from the top of North America passing through Central America to the southernmost tip of  South America. But there are still several more countries in Central America and South America I would like to visit at a later date.

However, Port Stanley in the Falklands is not one of those places. To get from the ship to Port Stanley required getting on a tender in very choppy water. Okay not so bad but as another passenger said it was like riding a bucking bronco. We waited to see if the weather would be better but this was not to happen. Instead it started to rain and sleet. Here are some photos taken from the ship. It would have been nice to see the penguins but that still required taking a truck across bumpy rocky roads to stand in the cold wind. Maybe another time or another place. Was told by some Australian passenger that there are some in Perth at Penguin Island. Who knew;-)





Now this doesn't mean that the weather was any better or any worse for the rest of our cruise. Punta Arenas, Chile was chilly and windy as well as was Ushuaia, Argentina. In Punta Arenas on really windy days ropes are strung from one building to another to allow pedestrian to go between the buildings.

Punta Arenas, Chile
Port area 

Cold and windy but several trees were blooming

Bigger city than I thought it would be and that is snow on the hill in the background

Ferdinand Magellan

Ushuaia, Argentina





Last year our Med cruise experienced bad weather and we did not get to go Marrakech but our luck was better going around Cape Horn. The island is owned by Chile and has a family with two children living on it. Not certain how the children go to school. The are also mines on the island in case there is an invasion, huh?

Cape Horn






Now it is time to pack and leave for Oz. So more later about Valparaiso and Santiago Chile.