Sunday, November 16, 2025

Weekend Getaway to Romania and Bulgaria

In early September I decided to book a mid-October weekend getaway to Romania and Bulgaria. I flew into/out of Bucharest and stayed 3 nights at the lovely Moxy Hotel, Old Town Bucharest. Following are my observations:


11 Oct - Did a day trip tour to Bulgaria today. Bucharest is only 40mi/80km north of the border. Crossed the Danube river into Ruse, Bulgaria for some sightseeing. Then drove another 90 min south into the foothills of the Balkan mountains to visit the amazing Tsarevets, fortress of the Bulgarian Czars during the 13th/14th centuries until they were taken over by the Ottomans. Enjoyed a delicious Bulgarian lunch overlooking the winding Yantra river and then drove the 3 hours back north to Bucharest. Wonderful day and very happy to see a cross section of the Bulgarian countryside. Tomorrow: Transylvania!





Spent a beautiful autumn day in the Carpathian Mountains of Transylvania today. First stop was a 2-hour drive northwest of Bucharest at Peles Royal Palace built by King Karol 1 between 1873 and 1914. Amazing inlaid wood artisanship. Next stop was Bran (Dracula’s) Castle complete with bespoke torture chamber. Finally we stopped in the quaint city of Brasov for a delicious Romanian lunch before heading back to Bucharest. It’s was a full day, 12-hour tour!








Sunday, August 17, 2025

Grecian Yearn #4 – Travelogue – Cruise Ship Review – Norwegian Viva

I just returned from a 7-day cruise around the Greek islands on one of NCL’s newest ships – the Viva. This Prima-class ship was built in Italy and entered service two years ago. It’s similar in style/design to the Virgin Cruise ships that were constructed by the same Italian shipbuilder. This 142,500 ton vessel is 965 ft. in length with a capacity for 3,195 passengers and a crew of 1,500. The ship is tastefully appointed and is well laid out. The Viva has some innovative dining concepts and will please any palate. The spa/relaxation area is stellar as well.



The boarding process was the fastest and most efficient I’ve ever experienced. My check-in time was 11am, and we breezed through check-in with no waiting and were aboard the ship within 10-15 minutes. I was traveling with my friend Doug, and we had both booked single studio cabins which were great – ideal for one person with room/space to feel at home. A nice added perk is the Studio Lounge where you can get coffee/tea/beverages/snacks 24/7 – accessible only to Studio guests. We were on level 13 forward that provided easy access to the Spa/gym/relaxation lounge on level 16 and the main pool area/café on level 17. Other restaurants, shops, guest services were located on levels 6/7/8.





This ship was by far the smoothest and most stabile vessel I’ve ever cruised on. I get my sea legs quickly and never get seasick, but the ship’s stabilizers are so good that you hardly feel you’re moving. Incredibly comfortable cruising experience. Even when the winds kicked up a couple days, there was just an ever so slight rocking motion.

The spa/relaxation level was excellent, and incorporated several types of saunas and steam rooms in addition to jacuzzis with therapeutic jets. The contoured, heated lounger chairs in the relaxation area provided warm, comfort, peace and quiet to escape the crowds onboard.


My only complaint is that the main pool area is so small, especially given the 3,000 passenger count. That is the one big design flaw. Otherwise, five star review across the board.


The itinerary included stops in Volos, Bodrum (Turkey), Crete, Mykonos, Santorini and Rhodes. Doug had never visited Greece before, so it gave him a great cross-section of what this beautiful country has to offer. Really enjoyed visiting the hilltop monasteries at Meteora during the Volos stop. Bodrum was a charming coastal town but was very hot and humid. Crete was wonderful and dry/arid. Mykonos provided us with a fun, relaxing beach club day. The incredible vistas of Santorini were breathtaking and Rhodes provided a pleasant history lesson in the island’s importance during the crusades of the Middle Ages as well as its more recent Italian influence during the first half of the 20th century. We arrived back in Athens/Port of Pireaus at 6am today and the disembarkation process proved to be as quick and smooth as the embarkation process. Grabbed our luggage, got a taxi and was back home before 8am. Schatzie was thrilled! My two favorite cruise lines are NCL and Holland America. I like aspects of both lines for various things. I was very impressed by the Viva, and I’m sure her sister ships, the Aqua and the Prima are equally as nice. Bon Voyage and Happy Cruising!

Monday, June 16, 2025

Grecian Yearn #3 - It's All About the Islands!

Did you know that Greece has more than 6,000 islands, of which 227 are inhabited? Each island has it's own unique flavor, culture and landscape. Prior to moving here in January, I had visited the usual Mykonos and Santorini on various trips over the past 40 years. While both of these islands are beautiful and unique in their own right, there's so much more variety to be experienced. One of the things I love about living in Greece for the next five years is that there's so much to discover within this beautiful country. This past weekend I caught a 30-minute flight westward to the Ionian island of Zakynthos. It was such an interesting contrast to the arid Cycladic islands. The Ionian islands (Zakynthos, Kefalonia, Corfu, etc.) all display heavy Italian influence, from the architecture to the cuisine and the regional dialects. These islands are much more green and lush compared to the islands in the Aegean sea as they get much higher rainfall on an annual basis.

My personal goal is to have visited at least one island in each of Greece's six island regions: Ionian, North Aegean, Northern Sporades, Saronic, Cyclades and Dodecanese. Below is a map of these regions:
In early July, I plan to take Schatzie on a daytrip to the island of Hydra (Saronic), involving a one-hour speed ferry ride from Piraeus. In late July I'm flying over to Lesbos (North Aegean) to have lunch with a friend who will be there on a day stopover on a cruise. In mid-August, I'll be on a one-week cruise myself that includes a stop in Rhodes (Dodecanese) and in early September I've planned a planespotting visit to the island of Skiathos, with its own Maho Beach (St. Maarten) syle landing approach.

Athens is great for its archeological, cultural and culinary offerings (albeit a city with extremely poor urban planning/layout!). However, if you really want to experience the heart and soul of Greece, you need to head to the islands!

So if you're planning a trip to Greece, think outside the box and do your research. Do a bit of island hopping that doesn't include the usual suspects. I'm excited to see what I'll discover over the next few years on additional domestic adventures here in beautiful Greece.

Happy Travels!

p.s. below are some pics from the weekend in Zakynthos:


Epilogue:

I get it…

I now understand the Greek (and more specifically Athenian) obsession with escaping to the coast/ islands during the weekend. I’m thoroughly enjoying a relaxing weekend in Crete, visiting with friends from Munich and savoring island life. Spent this afternoon at a nearby beach, floating in the waves, peering up at the planes on final approach to Heraklion airport and feeling grateful.


The gentle, continuous ocean breeze balances out the intense summer heat. The ocean water temperature is perfect (26*C/79*F) Slightly cool and refreshing. La vita e bella! Life is beautiful! So thankful for the amazing opportunity to live in this incredible country and bask in its summer delights.

Go Greece!

Saturday, April 5, 2025

Grecian Yearn #2 - The First Couple of Months

Hi All - I had intended to publish this blog on a monthly basis, but then... life happened. It's all good. The past couple of months have just been very busy. A few highlights from my side: - I received my EU Blue Card in early February, authorizing me to live/work not only in Greece, but anywhere in the EU; renewable every two years. Can apply for permanent residency after 5 years. - I received my Greek tax ID number in mid-March. I was able to open a bank account the following week. In the past couple of weeks I also received my Greek social healthcare number and applied for supplemental private health insurance through my employer. - I flew home to LA on March 20 to pickup Schatzie and bring her back to live with me in Greece. All her pet importation paperwork was in order (thanks for your help, dad) and we arrived back in Athens on March 25 (incidentally Greek Independence Day). So Schatzie officially became Greek essentially on the Greek Fourth of July! I also secured an EU pet visa for Schatzie, so she is now free to roam around the continent!
On March 29, we moved apartments to provide a better environment for Schatzie. I'm now just a 3-minute walk from the office. We're on the 4th floor with a western view balcony, overlooking a small park below where I take Schatzie to do her business. It's an ideal setup. This apartment is currently leased through the end of October.
I also found a 3-bedroom apartment in Crete in the town I had been targeting - Kato Gouves. It's 200m from the beach and situated in an ideal location 10 minutes east of downtown Heraklion and 15 minutes north of the new airport construction site. Perfect. I'm having my personal goods delivered to the new apartment next Friday and will use it as a weekend getaway between now and when Schatzie and I relocate to live fulltime in Crete (probably later this fall).
I'm in the process of securing a company leased car to be based in Crete. I've chosen the Nissan Qashqai (sold as the Nissan Rogue in the US). It's a mild hybrid and should go up to 500mi/800km on a tank of gas. It should serve me well for island life.
I now feel like all the basic details for life in Greece going forward are settled. I'm really happy with the homes I've found in Athens and Crete and look forward to settling into a regular routine. I have a couple of fun weekend trips lined up in the next few months, so I'm sure that more tales of adventure will follow. Happy Travels!

Saturday, February 1, 2025

Grecian Yearn - Reflections on Expat Life in Greece

01Feb2025 - My first full month in Greece

In November 2024 I moved to Greece to assume the role of Chief Commercial Officer with a brand new airport being built in Heraklion, Crete. The airport is scheduled to open in February 2027 and will replace the current overcrowded and obsolete airport adjacent to Heraklion. I was back in the States during December 2024 and returned to Greece to fully settle-in on Jan 1, 2025. I've decided that I'd like to keep a monthly blog of my reflections as an expat American living in Greece. I'm here on a 5-year contract, and assuming that I enjoy my lifestyle here, I may well choose to remain longer than that.

Settling-in

Arrangements had been made for me to occupy a fully-furnished apartment on an initial 3-month lease in Athens. The property is a convenient 10-15 min walk to the office, located close the metro line that goes out to the airport in 35-40 min. I purposely wanted to keep things easy and practical during my initial stay. The first weekend in January I signed up for a 6-month gym membership at Holmes Place near Syntagma Square (very central) as they offer convenient daily aquafit aerobics classes and I desired to establish a regular routine to aid in adjusting to my new life in Greece. I've had fun reconnecting with a few Greek friends whom I've known over the years now that I'm local in Athens. Great to refortify those friendships and provides a healthy balance outside of work.

Worklife

First of all, I must say that my team of six direct reports is fantastic. The other colleagues in the company have been amazing as well. They've been very warm and welcoming from day 1 on the job. They appreciate and respect the perspective, experience and exptertise that I bring to the table, and likewise I greatly value their experience given the broadened scope of my job responsibilities compared with previous positions. In my role as Chief Commercial Officer or Chief Business Development Officer, I am responsible for managing the following functions: route and market air service development, marketing/branding, aeronautical revenue generation and non-aeronautical revenue generation. In practical terms, that means that I'm responsible for expanding air service at the new airport in existing/new markets with incumbent/prospective airlines, overseeing branding (revamp and rollout), stakeholder engagement, establishing aeronautical charges (cost per passenger that airlines will pay to use our new airport), establishing non-aeronautical policy and charges (creating/coordinating the RFP process for concessionaires including Food & Beverage, retail shops, duty free, ground handling, fuel farm, onsite commercial development (FBO/MRO/general aviation) and ground transportation hub. It's a broad set of responsibilities and I will surely rely on the strengths/experience of my team members as I come up to speed on best practices/policies for us to implement at the new airport. Ours is the only greenfield airport site currently under construction in Europe, so it is naturally receiving a lot of attention, both withiun Greece as well as Europe-wide. It's an exciting, amazing project and I am thrilled and humbleed to have been appointed to lead the commercial development effort at the new facility. While the transition to living in Athens has been a relatively smooth one, it is not yet defined how long I will be working out of our Athens office before relocating to Crete. My team has been based in Athens for the past couple of years. My best guess at this point is that I will spend several months working in Athens before commencing island life.

Personal Life

As mentioned above, I don't know how long my stay in Athens will last, so life is somewhat tentative here until there's a clear directive. My personal goods will be delivered to Crete in late February following a transatlantic cargo ship crossing, so I look forward to having access to them so that I can swap out some clothes, shoes, etc. to complement what I currently have. I quickly found that I miss Schatzie desperately, and am taking steps to fly back to LA in late March to pick her up and move her to Greece to be with me. Thankfully no quarrantine is needed, so that should be a relatively smooth process. A few friends have expressed a desire to come visit me in Athens in March/April, so I'm glad I have this furnished 2-bedroom apartment so I can easily accommodate guests. The winter weather here in Athens has been amazingly mild. A few rainy days, but overall relatively similar to SoCal (slightly cooler), but far warmer than a majority of continental Europe. Weather in Crete is even more mild as moderated by the surrounding Mediterranean Sea. The food in Greece is incredible. Am easily adjusting the the healthy Mediterranean diet and between that, walking to work and aquafit aerobics, am continuing to lose weight at a slow and steady rate (best method). I'm also pleased that I signed up with NordVPN for rotating VPN service so that I can watch some favorite TV shows/movies and SiriusXM satellite radio. My progress in learning Greek continues through daily Duolingo lessons.

Overall, I'm thrilled with my new life in Greece and feel very fortunate to have been granted this opportunity at this point in my life. I'll continue to add monthly updates to Grecian Yearn as I enjoy all things Hellenic!

Wednesday, April 29, 2020

My First International Trip (or It Can Never be this Bad Again!)

Missing travel during this time of Covid-19 isolation, I reminisced back to my first international trip, and thought you’d enjoy reading what I endured. In mid-January 1987, I was 19 ½ as I prepared to depart on a 5-month study abroad program in Chambery, France offered through CU-Boulder during the spring semester of my sophomore year. The plan was for our group of 18 students to make their own flight arrangements and meet-up in Paris before taking the TGV to Chambery for a semester at the Universite de Savoie. I had worked as a summer intern for American Airlines in Dallas the previous summer, and was granted a standby pass to fly to/from France. I had visited all 48 contiguous states (plus a bit of Canada and Mexico), so I was more than ready to hop an ocean and tackle Europe!

On the day of departure, my dad drove me to the Albany Airport to fly to Chicago and onward to Paris on AA. Dad left me with my bags and $500 in traveler’s checks (no credit cards, no cell phone (remember – this was 1987!). I soon discovered that my ALB-ORD flight was cancelled, and the only other transatlantic connection later that day was to Manchester, UK. I went to a travel agency in the airport and asked how much a flight would cost from Manchester to Geneva, Switzerland (realizing that I would arrive too late in Paris to meet up with my group). After waiting the hour for my dad to get back home (again, no cell phones!) I called him and explained the situation and asked him to come back to the airport and give me extra money so I could buy the additional ticket. I caught a later flight to ORD and was thankful for the upgrade to first class on the ORD-MAN flight (on a 762).

Upon arrival in MAN, I cleared customs, changed some money into French Francs (pre-Euro days) and headed to British Airways. Flew MAN-LHR only to find out that my LHR-GVA flight had been cancelled (due to snow). Found a BA flight to Lyon, France and asked to switch to that. Arrived in Lyon after dark and sought out a taxi. The driver would have been only too happy to drive me to Chambery, but the trip would be mega-expensive (over an hour), so I opted for a ride to the Lyon train station. Arrived at Lyon Perrache train station to discover that I had to connect to another train station, Lyon Part-Dieu, in order to catch the last train of the day to Chambery.

Arrived in Chambery around 9pm to a half-foot of fresh snow, exhausted and dealing with jetlag for the first time in my life. Grabbed a taxi and gave the driver the directions to our program director (Babette’s) apartment. Was dropped off on what looked to be a side alley. Knocked on the door of a building only to find out that the taxi driver had dropped me off at Rue du Theatre instead of the correct Boulevard du Theatre. I was exhausted, lonely and now wet (shoes soaked) while slogging my bag through the snow-covered sidewalk. Literally my only saving grace was me continually telling myself “It can never be this bad again!” Trudged a hundred feet or so to discover that Rue du Theatre turned into Boulevard du Theatre (score!) and saw an open park area and a nearby pay phone booth. Inserted my coins and dialed the Babette’s phone number. I could hear her voice, but she couldn’t hear me (lose!) I had the presence of mind to start calling out “Babette! Babette!” into the snowy winter night. A light appeared on a balcony across the park, up a few floors. I arrived in her warm apartment, took a shower and collapsed. She was thrilled to see me as she had no idea where I was or what had become of me. I stayed that night at Babette’s apartment and was united with my French host family (la famille Saint-Juvin) the following evening.

Throughout this entire experience, and the 24-hour period of the most convoluted travel I have ever encountered in my life, I don’t recall ever breaking down. With every twist and turn, I honestly just kept the faith and kept telling myself “It can never be this bad again!” During the past 33 years, 120+ countries and seven continents later, I have taken hundreds of trips and logged millions of miles around the world and never have I encountered such a bizarre series of figurative roadblocks and misfortunes. I'm thankful that my proficiency in French at that point saw me through, and I count myself lucky that I paid my dues on that first international trip!

Happy Travels!

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Fernando de Noronha - Brazil's paradise island

In early July 2013, I took a trip to Fernando de Noronha, an idyllic tropical island an hour's flight off Brazil's northeastern coastline in the Atlantic Ocean. I was drawn to visiting this island because I had heard/read accolades of the island's pristine beaches, beautiful nature and lack of overdevelopment. There are no brand name hotels on the small island, only small family-owned pousadas, or Brazilian b&b's. The island lies just south of the equator, but I found the climate warm and comfortable, not hot and humid. Typical daily highs were 25*C/77*F, and there seemed to be a cool, comfortable breeze blowing at any given time, due to the close proximity of the surrounding ocean. All visitors are required to register upon arrival and pay a tourist tax based on the number of days staying on the island. My five day visit cost $110, a worthwhile contribution towards the preservation of this geographic gem. Typical local fare included fresh fish/seafood accompanied by rice and beans. Fresh fruit and vegetables were plentiful as well. Ground tapioca is used as a flour to make tasty sweet and savory pancake like treats (best with dulce de leche and coconut!) I took an island tour which consisted of a 10-hour visit to a half-dozen beaches around the island. Praia de Sancho (Sancho Beach) was one of the most beautiful beaches I've ever visited in my life. Many tropical birds, including frigates, boobies and tropic birds were observed at every turn. My fave were the tropic birds, with their beautiful flowing long white tails that float in rhythmic unison with its body in flight. Brazil is definitely a beach culture, and Brazilians are clearly most at home and content in the sun and sand. The positive vibe is infectious and visitors soon happily join in. Another day I took an island boat tour, including stops along the coastline following by dropping anchor in the bay at Praia de Sancho. Some wonderful snorkeling ensued. My favorite aspect of the trip occured when a small pod of six or so common dolphins came along to ride the waves at the bow (front) of the boat. One of the dolphins flipped over with its stomach facing upwards and playfully flapped its tail (flukes) against the water's surface, suggesting a light-hearted "look at me!" tone. After having lost my sister Julie to breast cancer in mid-April, and then work being so busy the past couple of months, I was ready for a nice, relaxing beach vacation; something simple and focused on nature. Fernando de Noronha provided the perfect getaway for me. I highly recommend it. My one regret is that I felt at a clear disadvantage for not being able to speak Portuguese. My English, French, German and Spanish didn't get me very far on Fernando. Much easier for visitors who can speak Portuguese. I could get by with a combination of English and Spanish, but I was at a clear disadvantage. Happy Travels! Mark

Passage to India - A Sensory Overload

In October 2012, I had the opportunity to spend a week on vacation in India, following an aviation conference in Abu Dhabi. I decided to focus on Rajasthan, as I had heard so many amazing stories of the regions vibrant colors and beautiful cities. I arrived in Delhi and spent a day acclimating before setting off on my adventure. After spending the evening catching up with some industry friends at my friend Kiran's house, I caught an early morning flight to Jodhpur. Well worth the one hour flight instead of the 10-hour drive! Jodphur is known as the blue city because of the bluish tint of the whitewashed buildings in the city which glisten an amazing blue tone in the afternoon sun. The city is famed for its palace, perched atop a hill with a strategic 360 view of the surrounding area. Next was a guided walk through the town's market, and a stop at a rug/fabric shop. I couldn't take my eyes of a beautiful silk comforter cover and a cashmere sofa cover. After some careful negotiating, they were both mine! The next afternoon I flew back to Delhi and rested up for the big day following. We got an early start on the road. I had arranged a car/driver for the week. Next stop - Agra and the fabled Taj Mahal. Fortunately, the highway between Delhi and Agra had been upgraded in recent months and what was once a four hour drive now only takes 2 1/2 hours. The weather was pleasant - hot and sunny, but no remnants of the oppressive humidity of the summer monsoon rains. After settling into the beautiful ITC Mughal hotel (Starwood affiliated), I set out for Agra Fort, a former palace dating back centuries that overlooking the river and the Taj in the distance. Soon after, we moved on to catch sunset glimpses of the Taj from the across the riverbank from the world famous mausoleum. This vantage point provided an exquisite perspective on the Taj, especially in the dwindling daylight. The next morning, I set out early with my personal guide to hit the Taj before the swarms of tourists arrived. It was a beautiful, clear, crisp morning. The Taj Mahal shown in all her glory and the ensuing walk around the grounds and inside the Taj was incredible. It truly is as amazing as everyone says it is. Definitely unique and worth the visit. By midday, we hit the road for the second leg of my Delhi-Agra-Jaipur triangle journey. The trip lasted a long five hours and I was ready to hit the pool by the time we arrived at the ITC Rajputana hotel in Jaipur. The next morning we set out for the famous Jaipur Fort, a centuries-old fortress atop a mountain on the eastern edge of the city. The highlight was a ride up the hill atop a colorfully tattooed elephant. The Fort was impressive with amazing views over the surrounding area. The afternoon was spent at an astronomical park in the central park of Jaipur. The next morning was low-key chill out and then a four hour afternoon drive back to Delhi to catch a redeye flight back to Europe and then homeward bound. This trip to India provided a great opportunity to see more of the countryside than just my previous visits to Delhi and Mumbai. Rajasthan was as beautiful and exotic as I had hoped it would be, and I highly recommend it. My one regret was that I didn't have enough time to also visit the city of Udaipur, with its beautiful lake palace, but it was simply too far away to include on this trip. Will need to save that for next time. Happy Travels! Mark

Monday, January 2, 2012

African Adventure in Botswana and Namibia

African Adventure in Botswana and Namibia

In October 2011, I returned to southern Africa to visit two countries that I had missed on previous trips – Botswana and Namibia. Botswana appealed to me because of the amazing Okavango Delta, a unique ecosystem in north central Botswana that, absent the life-giving river originating in Angola that feeds into it from the northwest, would be a barren, dusty desert. Most rivers eventually run to the sea, but the Okavango river empties into a wide, flat African plain. Namibia appealed to me for exactly the opposite region – due to its dry, arid climate, its high sand dunes and the world-famous Etosha National Park.

Botswana

The Okavango Delta has been the topic of a number of nature documentaries, and has long held my attention. While I’m not normally attracted to humid, swampy environments, I was pleasantly surprised to find the October (mid-spring in the southern hemisphere) climate quite appealing – hot, sunny days and cool, comfortable nights. The typical safari in southern Africa involves tourists boarding an open-air jeep and roaming through the national park or game preserve in search of wildlife. However, a safari in the Okavango delta involves a combination of walking safaris and waterborne safaris by mokoro (hollowed-out log canoe) or powerboat. Typical game sightings in the Okavango delta include elephants, hippos, crocodiles, zebras, giraffe, warthogs and a host of deer (springboks, gazelle, etc.) and numerous birds. Lions are sighted on occasion, but less often than in other safari settings. Safari by boat enables tourists to get much closer to the animals (providing excellent photo opportunities), while still keeping a safety margin for speedy retreat, if needed.

The thing I loved most about my experience in the Okavango was the complete sense of peace and tranquility it provided me. I was truly “off the grid”, absent of the daily pressure of life, access to cell phone/Blackberry, etc. For me, engaging with nature while on safari provides a sort of centering in my life, enabling me to focus on the simple, natural things in life. It’s somehow pure and mind-cleansing. Laying at night in security of my raised-platform tent, hearing the rustle of branches and bushes as elephants and hippos lumbered ashore from the adjacent river made me realize how vulnerable and yet at one with nature I was at that moment – all while feeling the cool, refreshing evening breeze waif through my tent. Such bliss, so simple, so special.

The three days/two nights I spent at Moremi Crossing in the heart of the Okavango Delta left me with fond pictures and memories that will last a lifetime. While not a typical safari in the traditional sense, the water-based adventures that await visitors to the Okavango are sure not to disappoint!

Namibia

After my 3-day Okavango adventure in Botswana, I flew on to Windhoek, Namibia for the next part of my holiday. Namibia is a beautiful country that has elements of a unique Germanic heritage. I was pleasantly surprised to see beautiful Jacaranda trees blooming in the springtime sun of Windhoek, the capital city which lies at the heart of the country. After a night’s stay in Windhoek, I embarked on a 3-day tour to Etosha National Park, in the north central part of Namibia. The Etosha Pan is famous for the abundance of wildlife that are drawn to the water found in the Pan.

The dry, arid, vast African plain found in Etosha was a vast contrast to the ecosystem I encountered in the Okavango. But they somehow complement each other and are each beautiful in their own right. The drive north from Windhoek to Etosha was a hot, gruelling 8-hour drive. Though still springtime conditions, the heat of Namibia felt much hotter than the heat of Okavangan Botswana.

The dusty, dry conditions of the Namib desert means that animals congregate much more frequently around the watering holes found in Etosha National Park, providing tourists with a broad spectrum of fauna. Animal sightings included zebras, giraffe, elephants, black rhino, ostrich, warthogs and a variety of deer (springboks, kudus, wildebeests and hyenas. We pitched tents and camped in designated rest camps during both nights in the park. Though long and hot, the roadtrips to and from Etosha provided a beautiful cross-section of the Namibian countryside.

After returning to Windhoek and a night back in civilization, I set-off on my second 3-day adventure, this time heading southwest from Windhoek to the high sand dunes of Sossusvlei. The trip to this region again involved an 8-hour drive, but this time 75% of which were on unpaved roads, providing for a bumpy and dusty ride. The highlight was viewing sunrise over famous Dune 45, followed by breakfast in the adjacent parking lot and then a 5km trek across the desert to Sossusvlei.

After spending 10 days in the African bush, I flew from Windhoek to Cape Town for a relaxing 3-day weekend. Highlights included staying at my friend Ed’s beautiful guest house in Bantry Bay, wine tasting with my friend Desire, seeing a comedy performance of the satirical Evita Se Perron, petting a cheetah at the Spier vineyard in Stellenbosch and driving along the southern coast to Hermanus in search of spouting Southern Right Whales.

The websites that were useful in planning this African adventure include:

http://www.expeditionafricasafari.com/
(ask for Desire – she’s amazing and truly takes care of people who book tours with her!)

http://www.moremicrossing.com/index.php

http://www.wilddog-safaris.com/

Pictures from this African adventure can be found posted at:

https://picasaweb.google.com/110752667772544012465/OutOfAfricaSlideshow

Happy travels!

Mark

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Travelogue – Antarctica: The White Continent

I have had the good fortune of traveling far and wide – and visiting over 100 countries around the world, but one continent had, until now, eluded me: Antarctica. Given no desire to go into space, I decided that 2009 would be my year to conquer the White Continent!

After researching several companies which offer excursions to Antarctica, I decided on Lindblad Expeditions, based in New York City. I was particularly impressed by their association with the National Geographic Society, and felt assured that the guest lecturers and naturalists on the cruise would be top-notch. I would soon learn that I was not to be disappointed.

Chilean Stopover

Our group was to convene in Santiago, Chile on Thursday, Dec 17, 2009. I flew in a day early to relax, get my bearings and enjoy summertime Santiago. The gorgeous outdoor pool complex at the Grand Hyatt proved to be the perfect antidote to Vancouver wintertime blues, and I eagerly soaked up Santiago’s summertime rays. I was also pleasantly surprised to see that the beautiful Jacaranda trees were still in their full purple bloom – always a late-spring/early summertime treat to see in the southern hemisphere.

On Friday, Dec 18th, we boarded our LAN Airlines charter flight for a 3.5-hour nonstop trip to Ushuaia, Argentina, at the southern tip of South America. Upon arrival, we were whisked away in tour buses for a ride through Tierra del Fuego National Park, where we boarded catamarans for a lunch cruise of Beagle Channel, back to Ushuaia. Embarkation on our ship, the National Geographic Explorer, commenced around 5pm, and soon our passenger count of 140 and crew of 80 were underway for Antarctica!

Smooth Sailing

Drake Passage is the body of water between South America and Antartica. The Drake has a long-standing reputation of offering some of the roughest waters in the world known to sailors. This is due to the convergence of the Atlantic and Pacific oceans through this fairly narrow gap. However, Poseidon decided to look favorably upon our voyage, providing safe and comfortable passage. Crossing the Drake typically takes some 48 hours – with seasoned and unseasoned sailors tossing their cookies along the way. We had favorable tailwinds out of the northwest, and completed the crossing in under 36 hours, a near record according to the crew. We were off to an auspicious start on our Antarctic adventure!

Deception Island Lives up to its Name

Buoyed by our speedy crossing and eager to make landfall, we headed for Deception Island, just northwest of the Antarctic peninsula. We were met with gale force winds over 50 knots and had to abandon an excursion to shore via zodiac. Then, once inside the horseshoe-shaped island (formed by volcanic activity), we had to abandon another shore excursion because the winds didn’t let up and a snow squall ensued. Later on, the winds died down a bit, and some brazen passengers ventured ashore for a Polar Plunge at the shoreline where natural hot springs percolated up to the surface to merge with the icy Antarctic waters. More power to them! I had no desire to catch pneumonia during my first day in Antarctica!

Beyond my Wildest Dreams!

December 21, 2009 turned out to be one of the most amazing days of my life to date. Tim, our expedition leader, announced that we would venture into the Weddell Sea (to the east of the Antarctic peninsula). The crew reckoned that the strong northwest winds of the previous couple of days had blown a lot of the pack icebergs out to sea, and we would venture as far south as the ice flow permitted. Our desired destination: Snow Hill Island and its resident colony of Emperor Penguins – the northernmost such colony on the continent. The day started out quite favorably with crystal blue skies, warm sunshine and glass-like calm waters. As we meandered around the floating icebergs, we caught glimpses of seals, Adelie penguins and even some Orcas. Soon after, we spotted a few Emperor penguins and the amateur photographers rushed to the ship’s bow for a closer look.

It’s important to disclaim that Emperor penguin sightings on a typical Antarctic voyage are very rare, due to their preferences for breeding colonies deeper south on the continent, and the Weddell ice shelf. However, the further south we ventured, the more Emperor penguins we saw! After 100 Emperor sightings, the naturalist guides on our expedition gave up counting – clearly flabbergasted by our insanely good fortune. After having snapped a multitude of pics from the ship, our adroit captain nudged the ship’s bow into an ice flow and we ventured ashore for a walk along the ice shelf. Once ashore, we were astounded to encounter a number of penguin parades, usually numbering 6-8 penguins per pack. They seemed to be returning inland to the colony after foraging for food at sea. They did a series of sledding and wobbling across the ice – at times looking like slick, plump black-and-white butterballs slides across the icy surface. We took another multitude of pics, as the curious penguins edged within several feet of us awestruck and camera-cocked onlookers. What an amazing, incredible, unique experience! My own personal March of the Penguins! Undoubtedly one of the most exciting days of my life.

Adelies

The next day, we anchored in the harbor of Paulet Island, adjacent to a huge colony of Adelie penguins. One naturalist estimated over 200,000 in the colony. It was another beautiful day in the northwestern quadrant of the Weddell Sea. This was our first opportunity to walk among a colony of penguins, and despite the nasty smell of penguin guano, it was an amazing experience. Took a number of close-up pics as we walked within feet of the penguins, which seemed unphased by their new (tall) visitors. It’s something akin to the Galapagos Islands, as the penguins have no natural fear of man. Their only predators are leopard seals and orcas in the water. No land predators are present.

Eau du Krill

After leaving Paulet Island, we sailed back to the western coastline of the Antarctic peninsula and continued southwest. We passed through the Errera Channel, flanked by glaciers on both sides and made our morning landing at Neko Harbour. This excursion provided us with our first opportunity to step foot on the Antarctic mainland. (Step foot on all seven continents – check (√).

We set out on a zodiac tour and saw a number of Gentoo penguins and crabeater seals on the floating icebergs. In terms of birdlife, we saw a number of Skuas, gulls and Antarctic terns. Halfway through the zodiac tour, a naturalist radioed-in that he had spotted a couple of humpback whales, so we zoomed over to take a look. Got some great views of their dorsal fins and arched backs. No flukes at that point. The exhale of their breath through their blowhole yielded a nasty scent of krill (shrimp-like creatures). Onshore, after the zodiac cruise, we meandered around a colony of Gentoo penguins and got a number of close-up pics. In the afternoon, we anchored along the Danco coast, and broke out the kayaks and zodiacs for some more exploration. The treat was even greater interaction with some humpback whales, observing them feeding on krill in the bay.

66°33’ South Latitude

On Christmas Eve, we started the morning by crusing through Crystal Sound and made landing at Detaille Island. Later in the afternoon/early evening, we marked a significant milestone, by sailing south of the Antarctic Circle! Fortunately, the iceflows had broken-up enough for us to venture that far south. The evening was peaceful and call (think Silent Night, Holy Night), and our southernmost point on the cruise provided us with 24 hours of light (no sunset!) Incredible experience, and amazing views as the midnight sun sank low on the horizon, but never completely set.

Christmas proved to be a low-key and relaxing day, as everyone enjoyed each other’s Christmas cheer. In the afternoon, we stopped at Vernadsky Station, a Ukrainian research center, staffed by a few Ukrainan men. They boast the southernmost bar in the world, where they serve up their homemade vodka (what better to do during the long, dark Antarctic winter than to watch the potatoes ferment!) And it was obvious that they enjoyed the company of our visit.

The next day we stopped at Port Lockroy, a former British research center which has evolved into the de facto souvenir shop and post office for the region. That was our final landing before heading back to the Drake Passage for our homeward voyage.

The northbound crossing of the Drake proved to be much rougher than the southbound crossing. There were no storms, but the swells were strong, and I quickly found that the most comfortable position to ride out the experience was laying flat in my bed. I never got seasick, but motion had me down for most of the day. On Monday, December 28th, having crossed the Drake, we sailed past Diego Ramirez Island and Cape Horn, viewing the Chilean-owned southernmost point of the South American continent. We then proceeded back to the Beagle Channel for a safe return to our homeport in Ushuaia, Argentina.

Patagonia

After disembarking from the cruise, I took a one-hour domestic flight to El Calafate, in the heart of Patagonia. During my three-day stopover there, had the opportunity to visit Torres del Paine National Park and Perito Moreno glacier. I was particularly surprised to see Chilean flamingoes thriving in the relatively cold and barren Patagonia landscape. Flew back to Buenos Aires for a 2-day weekend stopover before returning home to Vancouver. In all, the 20-day trip was an amazing opportunity of a lifetime. Truly one of the most unique experiences of my life.

Some websites that were helpful in planning this trip include:

Lindblad Expeditions
http://www.expeditions.com/Itineraries45.asp?Expedition=128&Destination=283

Torres del Paine, Patagonia
http://www.torresdelpaine.com/ingles/index.asp

Perito Moreno Glacier
http://www.interhabit.com/el_calafate/glaciares_national_park_486.htm

Happy Travels!

Mark

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Travelogue: A Week in Provence



In late June 2009, I had the opportunity to spend a week in Provence, France with some friends. I had long pondered a return to this beautiful region of France, especially after celebrating my 40th birthday with friends in Tuscany, Italy in August 2007. I was particularly curious to compare/contrast these two similar, but unique regions.

After spending a week in Switzerland, catching up with friends and former colleagues, I boarded a TGV train in Geneva for the three hour journey south. The TGV stopped in Lyon and then continued south, hugging the Rhone river valley, wizzing past fields of lavender and sunflowers, stopping in Avignon and ending in Aix-en-Provence. My friend Jim and I picked up our rental car and headed 45-minutes northwest of Aix, into the heart of the Luberon valley. Meandered the narrow Provencal backroads until we came upon the charming villa Les Roullets, where we’d spend the next week along with other friends for a Week in Provence.

Les Roullets, in Oppede, rests on an outcropping with an amazing view westward. The rooms, newly refurbished, were impeccable and the grounds neatly manicured with a mix of olive and cypress trees, lavender and roses. A beautiful pool beckoned me for a daily refreshing afternoon swim in the hot (38*C/100*F) Provencal summer weather. Just a perfect, idyllic setting.

We soon settled into a daily routine which included a leisurely breakfast at 9am. Breakfast was served al fresco, always overlooking the pool. Fresh croissants, fruit, meats and cheese awaited us each morning. By 10am, we usually hit the road to venture out for the day’s adventures, trying to beat the hot afternoon temps. There were a number of nearby attractions to choose from as day trips. Some highlights included the magnificent lavender fields near Sault, nestled in the Vaucluse hills as well as the serene setting of l’Abbaye de Senanque, where I bought 1 kilo (!) of mile de lavande (lavender honey). Also impressive was the nearby town of Gordes, perched on a hilltop overlooking the Luberon valley. The Tuesday market there was particularly good. Sellers hocked a variety of local goods from their stands – from honey to soap to linens to fresh fruits and vegetables. The sights and smells were incredible!

Enjoyed a wonderful dinner at a restaurant called Veranda in the nearby village of Menerbes, where the British writer Peter Mayle wrote the globally popular book “A Year in Provence” a couple of decades ago. We also learned that Hollywood movie director Ridley Scott owns a villa on the property immediately adjacent to Les Roullets.

We stopped by two small wineries for some degustation (tasting). Domaine de Tara offered some tasty white wines, considered some of the best in the region. From there, we continued on to la Domaine de la Coquillade and their Aureto winery. Took a brief tour of their winery and sampled a couple of their whites, roses and reds, followed by a lovely lunch at their vineyard-side bistrot. Wonderful food and amazing views across the vineyard to the surrounding Luberon valley. Bought some sea salt that was harvested locally in the Camargue region of Provence.

On Thursday, Herve, my host brother during my 6-month sejour in Chambery, France, came down from Lyon to tour around with us for the day. From Avignon, we headed 30 minutes west to le Pont du Gard, a Roman aqueduct dating back centuries. I fondly remembered when I first visited the Pont du Gard during my sejour in Chambery, and eagerly anticipated a return visit. After that, we headed southeast, past Nimes, to Arles. Did a circle walk around les Arenes, an arena dating back to Roman times, and then found a nice restaurant for some Provencal fare. After lunch, we headed north and stopped at Les Baux. The beautiful hilltop village, clinging to the craggy bauxite rock, was beautiful in the afternoon sun. Got in a bit of shopping as well. I particularly liked the advertising for the liquor Absinthe, using the image of Vincent Van Gogh. After Les Baux, we headed back to Avignon to complete our circle trip, and stopped at le Pont d’Avignon and walked around the outside of le Palais des Papes. We dropped Herve back off at the Gare TGV and headed back to Les Roullets in Oppede. It was a long, fun-filled day.

On Friday, we set out for the Mediterranean coast. Arrived in Cassis 1h45 min later, just in time to catch the 12h15 sailing to visit the Calanques. The weather was gorgeous, so a 70-minute boatride along the Mediterranean coast was perfect, with the continuous cooling ocean breeze. Once back onshore, we enjoyed lunch at a harborside restaurant. It was a great way to wrap-up our week-long adventure in Provence.

The similarities between Provence and Tuscany are striking – the laid-back lifestyle, the abundance of the earth – with fresh fruits, vegetables, olives, wines, etc. But the areas are also unique in their own ways, and both deserve a visit. I don’t favor one over the other, but perhaps feel more comfortable in Provence, where I have a greater command of the local language.

Wrapped up the incredible week with a TGV train up to Paris, a quick overnight at an airport hotel near CDG and then a long flight back home across the Atlantic. Truly an amazing couple of weeks in Europe!

Websites that I found helpful in preparing for this trip include:

http://www.lesroullets.com/

http://www.pontdugard.fr

http://www.lesbauxdeprovence.com/

http://www.senanque.fr/

http://www.beyond.fr/sites/calanques.html

Bon Voyage!

Mark

Friday, February 27, 2009

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Travelogue - Treasures of Indochine (April 2000)

I just returned from a week's vacation in Southeast Asia. I went with a friend from work, Carlos, and we visited Vietnam, Bangkok and Cambodia. Below are some highlights of the trip:

Vietnam

We flew on Cathay Pacific Airways via Hong Kong to Hanoi, in northern Vietnam. We were met at the airport by a guide and driver. Given the logistics of what where we wanted to go, I felt it best to organize this in advance. In researching Vietnam, one place caught my attention in particular. Halong Bay is an area along the coast about 170 km east of Hanoi. It's an area where the Red River flows into the sea, connecting with the Gulf of Tonkin and the South China Sea. In this bay, there's a unique set of islands that are limestone in composition, and have been eroded over time in such a way as to produce some incredible islands, caves, and lagoons. Some 3000 small islands are scattered throughout the calm, placid bay. This area appealed to me because it reminded me very much of the magical, mystical limestone-carved landscape I had seen in Guilin, China during a riverboat ride along the Li River in southern China in November 1997. My interest peaked when I found that Diethelm Travel offered a 2-day sea canoe trip around the bay.

From the airport, we drove east to the port city of Haiphong, had lunch, and proceeded south to Halong City. En route we had two ferry crossings near the coastline. We arrived at the resort town of Halong City around 4pm and settled into our hotel after an exhausting 36 hours of journey time since leaving Dallas (via Toronto, Anchorage, Hong Kong and Hanoi!) Saturday afternoon and evening were free, so in our zombie states, we blew off dinner and slept till dawn.

Sunday morning, we awoke, had breakfast and proceeded to the port to board the boat for our 2-day adventure. It turned out that we had a privately chartered, 30-foot boat complete with captain and crew of 4, our tour guide and our sea canoe guide. We set out at 8am and cruised 1 1/2 hours to our first canoe launch site. It was a beautiful, sunny day with temperatures in the comfortable mid-70s. En route, we were fascinated by the beautiful limestone outcroppings on the little islands that dotted the bay. Even more impressive was the fact that few other boats were seen. You see, most tourists who visit Halong Bay take a short 4-5 hour boat ride out from Halong City. However, since we were doing a 2-day cruise (overnight on board), we were able to venture further out into the bay, and thus encountered sights that most tourists never see.

We anchored in a little inlet and boarded our 10-ft. long yellow, rubber canoe. Our canoe guide sat at the stern, with Carlos and I anternating between the front and middle positions. We proceeded to enter a limeston cave, hallowed out by the sea water over thousands of years. We shone our flashlights in the increasingly darkened cave to reveal a number of stalagtites and stalagmites. After manoevering around a couple of bends in the cave, we saw a light in the distance. We soon found that the cave opened up to a mountain-lined, enclosed, private lagoon. It was one of the most spectacular sights I've ever seen. I virtual paradise - and so completely serene and peaceful. Carlos was so impressed, he jumped overboard for a quick dip in the lagoon.

The next two days were spent doing morning and afternoon canoe launches that lasted 1 1/2 - 2 hours each. We anchored at a couple of different sites, and were impressed at variety of vegetation and sea life that we saw. The waters of the bay are rich in ocean life, and we dined on freshly caught fish, calamari and shrimp for lunch and dinner both days. Large, colorful jellyfish dotted the lagoons as well.

On Day 2, we docked back at Halong Bay around 12 noon and hit the road for our 3-hour drive back to Hanoi. We arrived early, so our guide showed us some sites in the city. It was a serious case of culture shock for me. Here I had just spent the past two days totally at peace and at one with nature, and then I was thrust back into the hustle and bustle of citylife. Just walking along the narrow streets of the market quarter of Hanoi was an exercise in self-preservation. There was a continuous stream of honking mopeds, motorcycles and bicycles, with an occasional taxi or car thrown in. At most intersections you literally had to step off the curb into this sea of two-wheel monsters and hope that you didn't get run over or run-into! Stop lights? Yield to pedestrians? You've got to be kidding! My culture shock and discomfort were quite visible on my face. Needless to say, I was happy when we were safely in our chauffered car heading back to the airport to catch our flight on to Bangkok.

We caught an evening Air France flight to Bangkok and stayed at an airport hotel. This is where Carlos and I parted ways. The next day I embarked on the "cultural" aspect of my trip in Cambodia while I left Carlos to play and have fun in Bangkok.

Cambodia

On Tuesday morning, I caught an 8am, one-hour flight aboard Bangkok Airways to Siem Reap, in northwestern Cambodia. Siem Reap is a small, provencial town that serves as a launching pad for tourists visiting the world-famous temples and ruins of Angkor Wat. The Angkor monuments comprise a vast area of 77 square miles, and were constructed 10th and 11th centuries. The architectural greatness of this complex is unrivaled, and in December 1992, Angkor was added to UNESCO's World Heritage List. This honor recognizes Angkor as one of mankind's most significant cultural heritage sites. The area is now protected, and carefully guarded for historical preservation.

Unfortunately, when someone mentions "Cambodia" in the West, the first
words that come to people's minds include "Khmer Rouge", "The Killing Fields", "Pol Pot", etc. While it's quite true that this country encountered an incredible amount of turmoil during the last quarter of the 20th century, great strides were made after a new government was established in the early 1990s to restore order to the country. As a result, a concentrated effort has been made to clear the country of landmines, improve the infrastructure, and boost tourism. In a lot of ways, the preservation and promotion of Angkor as a world-class tourist destination plays heavily in Cambodia's economic recovery.

I was amazed by the way that life seems to be running with some sense of normalcy in this country that was wartorn for so many years. The genocidal horrors and atrocities of Pol Pot and the Khmer Rouge ravaged the country of 3 million of its inhabitants. Still, these short years later, I got a sense that these people are optimistic about their future. Riding their mopeds, drinking Coke and listening to the latest American Top 40 tunes, the Cambodian people desire to be a part of the international community.

Upon arrival at the tiny Siem Reap airport, I handed over my paperwork, passport photo and $20, and was issued a visitor's visa on the spot. Quite efficient in terms of international immigration! Outside the terminal, one is accosted by a swarm of Cambodians, eager to drive you to your hotel. The guide books all listed $5 as the applicable fare to the town of Siem Reap, a short 7 km away. However, supply and demand dictated that I would only have to pay a paltry $2 for that ride. During the ride to the hotel, my driver offered his services for the day to take me around the Angkor complex. Further, he offered the tour guide services of a friend of his as well. Sensing that his car was clean, and he seemed legit and eager to please this foreigner, I accepted his $20 proposal. Thus, for $60 ($20 car/driver, $20 tour guide and $20 park entrance fee), I had my time at Angkor mapped out. This was nice, as it was one of the first times in my life where I paid less for something than the price advised in the tour books.

We entered the vast Angkor complex at 10am. Since I wanted to maximize my one-day park pass, I negotiated with my guide on the best sites to visit. We started in Angkor Thom with the magnificant Buddhist monument of Bayon. This monument, while currently undergoing repair, offers some beautiful examples of bas-relief wall carvings. These bas-reliefs depict ancient Buddhist stories and war conquests of the Khmer people hundreds of years ago. There is also an interesting mix of Buddhist and Hindu influences, as visitors find depictions of Shiva, Vishnu and other Hindu gods interspersed with the Buddhist images.

From Bayon, we walked north past the Terrace of the Elephants and the Terrace of the Leper King. We viewed a couple other minor temples, and by 1pm, I was dying in the heat of the sun. We agreed to take a break, so my driver took me back to the hotel for a short siesta and picked me up again at 3pm for a 3-hour tour of Angkor Wat, the most famous of the Angkor treasures. Angkor Wat faces west, so it's best viewed in the grandeur of the afternoon light. It's actually a Hindu monument, and serves as a grand-scale mausoleum for the King who commissioned its construction - Suryavarman II, during the 12th century.

Angkor Wat is breath-taking. The sheer size and majesty of the structure is awesome. We took a good 2 hours to walk through the complex, and my tour guide provided explanations of the various Hindu bas-reliefs that adorn the walls of the structure. Buddhist monks and nuns tend the gounds of the Angkor complex, so the appearance of the safron-robed monks and shaved-head nuns engaged in prayer or meditation is a common sight.

We finished the day with a visit to Phnom Bakheng, a temple mountain northwest of Angkor Wat that rises 250 feet above the surrounding plain to afford visitors a birds-eye view of the entire Angkor complex. Sunset from this vantage point is incredible, especially with Angkor Wat serving as backdrop.

After an exhausting day of walking around the Angkor complex, I headed back to my hotel for a little air-conditioned relief. The following morning was spent walking around Siem Reap, doing some shopping, writing some postcards and packing my bags. That afternoon I flew back to Bangkok and connected onwards to Hong Kong and Los Angeles on Cathay Pacific, followed by a short flight home to Dallas.

This trip to Southeast Asia provided me with some unique insight into an area of the world that had, until just recently, seemed unsafe to visit. Both Vietnam and Cambodia offer visitors some incredible natural beauty and historical monuments. Though the internal conflict with the Khmer Rouge in the 1970s and 1980s resulted in a lot of deforestation in the area around Siem Reap, the area is now experiencing a renaissance of growth and development as foreign investment continues to pour into the area. New hotels with all the modern conveniences are springing up around the town. At the same time, I got the impression that the world has not yet realized the treasure that is Angkor, so the area is not yet overrun with tourism.

A couple of websites that I found helpful in planning this vacation include:

www.diethelmtravel.com
www.seacanoe.com

Happy Travels!

Mark

Travelogue - Egypt (November 1999)

It's been a while since I've written one of my
travelogues, and my vacation in Egypt last week with
a couple other AA colleagues merits a review, so here
it goes...

Our adventure started out on an Egyptair flight,
nonstop from Paris to Luxor. The 5-hour flight went
smoothly aboard the Boeing 747-300, and was made
nicer by the Egyptair Paris station manager bumping us up
to the First Class seats in the nose of the jumbo jet.
I was still tired from our transatlantic flight, so I
slept most of the way to Egypt.

Arrival in Luxor was a culture shock, as 150-200
people queued up for passport control - done on
Egyptian time (i.e. slowly!) Of course, no one told
you that you had to first buy your entry visa stamps
for USD$15 and then proceed through passport control.
It was left to your own intuition to figure that out.

We took a short cab ride to our Sheraton Hotel boat
and embarked on our 3-day Nile Cruise. The 70-room
boat was nice, and had all the amenities you could
need, including a doctor (for those nasty bouts with
King Tut's revenge!). We wound up with a triple
suite, and had plenty of room between the three of us.

Meals were included (buffet style) and there was a
nice sun deck on the top level, complete with on-deck
pool for a refreshing afternoon dip. Not bad for
$120/night/person! We overnighted dockside in Luxor.

Sunday morning we visited Karnak temple, just north of
town. The impressive, well-preserved, ancient temple
was covered in hieroglyphics, recanting the ancient
tales of Pharoahic conquests, glories and deification
ceremonies. Especially impressive was the hall of
columns and two obelisks. Some of the hieroglyphics
retained shades of their once vibrant reds, oranges,
blues and greens - even after 2,000-3,000 years of
constant basking in the presence of Sun-God Ra. (p.s.
I, myself, worshiped Ra for a couple of days and have
a nice, golden "King Tut" tan to show for it!) Next
we visited Luxor Temple and stood, amazed, at the
architectural mastery of this age-defying structure.

That afternoon we set sail upstream to broaden our
exposure to the ancient mysteries of Egypt.

On Monday, we visited two temples - one at Edfu,
dedicated to Horus, the Falcon God of protection).
This temple was fascinating due to how well-
preserved it has been through the ages. Part of the structure
had been buried in sand for centuries, effectively
preserving and protecting the intricate hieroglyphic
artwork. One highlight was taking a Caleche, or
horse-drawn carriage, between the boat and Edfu
temple. It felt like we stepped back in time, as
Caleches easily outnumbered cars in this small town
by a 5 to 1 ratio. By sunset we cruised further
southward to Kom Ombo. This riverside temple offered
some interesting hieroglyphics mocking the Egyptian's
Greek oppressors. Additionally, there was a spectacular sunset from the temple - westward across the Nile - the sun quickly being swallowed into a
sea of Saharan sand.

Tuesday we got up early in Aswan to disembark the boat
and catch our 30-minute flight from Aswan to Abu Simbel,
on the southern Egyptian border with Sudan.
This ancient monument features four towering, seated
statues of ancient Pharaohs guarding
hieroglyphic-adorned tombs. The sheer size and
majesty of the statues was incredible, but even more
interesting is the fact that this temple has been
moved from its original location to higher ground -
to make way for Lake Nasser (created by the opening of
the Aswan High Dam in the 1960s). 1 1/2-hour ground
time was sufficient to see Abu Simbel (a short,
3-minute complimentary bus ride from the airport
terminal). Upon return to Aswan we visited Philae
temple - an island just behind the Old Aswan Dam
which featured the Temple of Isis, among other ancient
ruins. We returned to Luxor by plane that afternoon
and settled in for a 2-night stay at the Luxor
Sheraton Resort.

Wednesday began early as we struck out to discover
the western Nile shores of Luxor. We proceeded to the
Valley of the Kings, and explored three ancient tombs
covered in hieroglyphics. Next was the Valley of the
Queens and the incredible Tomb of Nefertari. This
tomb is, perhaps, the best preserved of the area,
and the vibrant, colorful display of hieroglyphics
beautifully adorned the walls. Wednesday afternoon
was spent relaxing, pool side, back at the Sheraton.

Thursday we flew to Cairo and spent the afternoon
visiting the Egyptian Museum. The highlight there
was the incredible collection from King Tut's tomb.
Especially incredible was the world-famous golden
burial head mask, housed safely under glass. The
rest of the museum is a dizzying array of Egyptian
artifacts. Its the kind of place where you can
spend either two hours or two days, depending on how
in-depth you wish to discover it. Thursday night we
went to Giza, 20-25 minutes southwest of Cairo, to
watch the Laser/light show at the pyramids. It's
obviously tourist-oriented, but provided an
interesting nighttime perspective on the massive
monuments. The Sphinx was illuminated and served as
narrator during the 50-minute show.

On Friday morning we returned to Giza, this time to
discover it "Egyptian-style". Our desert caravan of
two camels and four horses (complete with local
guides) roamed the dunes to the south and west of
the great pyramids for a couple of hours. We stopped a
few times to take photos at prime spots.

I'd like to take a moment here to elaborate on the
camel. This single-humped Egyptian "ship of the
desert" is a smelly, cantankerous beast that is
given to batting its thick eyelashes, chewing its nasty,
green-colored cud and spitting at those whom it
dislikes. Further, the camel mount is akin to a
combination mechanical bull ride and lesson in some
tantric sexual technique as the beast first raises
its hind quarters, lunging its rider forward,
immediately followed by a jolting raise of the front quarters,
ricocheting the harried rider backwards. All this
while the ungodly beast burps, farts, hisses and
makes disgusting gurgling noises emitted from deep within
its body! The dismount is no less a harrowing
experience as the camel does a 3-point "plant" by
first kneeling forward, then bringing down its hind
quarters and finally sliding into a semi-comfortable
"rest" position. Having said all of this, there is
no better way to truly experience the pyramids than by
camel. It's an essential part of the whole Egyptian
experience. Just remember to hold on and lean
backwards during the mount/dismount!

On Saturday we went our separate ways and returned
home via Europe.

In summary, Egypt is a wonderful country to visit.
Its rich and colorful history is fascinating. It is not
a particularly "easy" trip, as visiting the temples,
tombs and pyramids under the relentless Egyptian sun
tires you quickly. We found it best to plan 1/2-day
sightseeing tours (7am-12pm or 8am to 1pm), followed
by lunch and a leisurely afternoon/evening. We
covered the entire length of Egypt, from Cairo, near
the mouth of the Nile river to Abu Simbel, nearly
600 miles to the South, right near the Sudanese border.
The highlights were undoubtedly the temples and
tombs of Luxor as well as the pyramids. Cairo is a huge,
sprawling metropolis with SEVERE pollution problems.

It makes LA's smoggy days look like a bright sunny
day in the country! Get in and get out as quickly as
possible. Two days in Cairo is more than enough.
Abu Simbel was impressive, but to be honest, I question
if it's worth the time and logistical effort it takes
to visit the monument. Those traveling on a limited
schedule can better spend their time exploring Luxor.

The Nile cruise was wonderful and I would wholeheartedly recommend it as an essential part of the Egyptian experience. 3-, 4- and 7-day cruises run
between Luxor and Aswan, and are provided by numerous
operators. The journey is smooth and comfortable -
you hardly feel you're moving on the water. October
through April is high season in Egypt, as these are
the cooler months of the year. As it was, highs
reached 90-95 in Aswan and Abu Simbel. Nights in
Cairo were cool and a jacket/sweater was necessary.
The only addition that would have made our trip
perfect was an extra 2-3 days to spend at Hurghada
or Sharm Al Sheik - to relax at the Red Sea and enjoy
some incredible scuba diving. That would have been
a great way to end the vacation.

So, pack your camel and head out on your own Indiana
Jones-style adventure in Egypt!

Happy Travels!

Mark

Dancing Drunken Shrimp & Heated Toilet Seats (January 2002)

I thought that title would get your attention...
Greetings from Mumbai, India. I am here on the final
leg of my 9-day circle Asia business trip. I wrote
the following travelogue as I was flying at 31,000
feet upper-deck business class on a JAL 747-400 from
Tokyo to Singapore on Monday. Sidenote: JAL's
inflight entertainment system features two video
channels with forward and downward facing "bird's eye"
cameras. They display the forward camera during
takeoff and landing. The cameras must be mounted in
the nose cone. Very cool!

Anyway, back to the shrimp. I arrived in Tokyo last
Thursday afternoon for a meeting with Japan Airlines
on Friday. Thursday evening, my Crossair vice
president and I were invited to dinner by a
representative of the Swiss Embassy in Tokyo. He
selected a traditional Chinese restaurant and
pre-ordered a special 9-course, sushi menu. After 2-3
of the light appetizer courses, a clear, covered glass
Pyrex bowl was placed at our table with five live
shrimp (one for each person). A waiter soon arrived
and proceeded to pour a high-alcohol content liquor
over the shrimp, causing them to flop about and become
drunk. A couple of minutes later, a waitress
returned, took the shrimp aside and proceeded to
remove their tail scales (gives new meaning to the
phrase "being skinned alive") and brought them back to
the table on individual plates. I looked down at my
little critter as he wiggled ever so lightly in his
euphoric, inebriated state state. I was told that one
should grab the tail in one hand, and the head in the
other, and bite the center tail section. I, along
with two of my dining companions, decided NOT to
partake. I try to keep an open mind, especially when
dining as a guest in a foreign culture, and in
principle, I enjoy sushi, but NOT when it's still
squirming before my very eyes!

Relieved that I had not lost face through this ordeal,
I was pleased to see the waitress take my shrimp away,
returning him, fully grilled, a few minutes later.
Much better!

Ok, on to the bathroom humor. Please bear with me, as
this is funny, not gross. I spent Sunday with my
Thunderbird alumni friend Lisa, who lives in Tokyo.
She and I enjoyed a leisurely walk along the external
perimeter of the Imperial Palace in central Tokyo.
After a while, we decided to have a coffee. We
stopped at the Palace Hotel and I excused myself to
use the facilities. As I stepped into a stall in the
men's room, I saw a peculiar-looking toilet seat with
a side attachment, bearing lights and curious buttons.
I immediately recalled a former American Airlines
colleague mentioning these unique Japanese toilet
seats. First, when one sits down, one is enveloped in
a ring of warmth -- yes, they are heated! Next, when
one is done with one's business, one can press a
button and receive a light, refreshing spritz of warm
water (think bidet for men) There were a couple other
buttons as well, but the writing was all in Japanese,
so I decided not to venture further. I figured one
was probably a blow dryer (ooo!), and the other a
buff-n-shine wax (my car should be so lucky at the car
wash!) I was thankful that the model upon which I was
seated did not include a spin-dry cycle button!

I emerged a few minutes later. I think the sly grin
on my face gave it away. I told Lisa that I couldn't
believe what a holistic lavatory episode I had just
experienced. She laughed and said "Oh yeah, we have
one at home too!" When we returned to her place, I
asked to borrow her digital camera to procure evidence
of this Japanese technological marvel for my doubtless
unbelieving friends in the West. But wait -- Lisa's
home commode went one step better: It included a
remote control!! I asked, dumbfoundedly "Do you ever
bother to LEAVE your bathroom when you're at home???"
I half expected to find a burger & fries button on the
remote control unit! My, my, my, we in the West have
such a long way to catch up!

As promised, attached are two digital pics which
provide proof of this plumbing miracle.

Vive la WC!

Mark


Travelogue - Penguin Parade (February 2002)

It is a beautiful, blue sky, sunny, COLD (25degrees F)
Saturday here in Zurich. Just returned from attending
the Penguin Parade at the zoo up the hill. It occurs
every day at 130pm - as long as the temperature is
below 40 degrees F.

Attached are two pics I took with my digital camera.
They are King Penguins from Antarctica - with the
beautiful red/orange band around their neck - and
today was perfect because of the snowcover for them to
walk on. They are so cute as they strut right past
you - only a foot or so away. Thought you guys would
enjoy.

Mark


Travelogue - Weekend Safari (May 2002)

This past week, I learned that I would have a
last-minute business trip to Johannesburg, South
Africa. Given my interest in, and familiarity with
the country, I gladly looked forward to the trip.

Luckily, the business meetings were on Friday, so a
colleague and I agreed to spend an extra day and enjoy
the local surroundings. We decided to head to the
Pilanesberg National Park – a safari park two hours
northwest of Johannesburg, adjacent to the Las
Vegas-esque Sun City. Given our limited time, we hired
a car and driver for the day. We set out early on
Saturday and headed west. En route, we passed a
beautiful boat-speckled reservoir and some incredible
wide-open vistas. It was reminiscent of parts of W.
Texas / New Mexico / Arizona.

We arrived at the park by 930am and began our
adventure. Pilanesberg is a fenced enclosure of
50,000 hectares (500 square km), and includes a
natural sampling of all of the typical African
wildlife. It’s convenient, because it’s so close to
Jo’burg, coupled with the fact that you can drive your
private car throughout the park on the well-marked
paved and dirt roads. Also of note is that
Pilanesberg lies in a malaria-free area, so it’s a
great introduction to safari life for those who are
squeamish about truly roughing it.

It was a beautiful, sunny, late autumn day. Not a
cloud anywhere to be seen. Even with the shortened
daylight hours, the brilliance of the sunlight on the
landscape was fascinating. We entered the park at the
Kwa Maritane Gate, then proceeded along dusty dirt
roads, passed beautiful outcrops, and through
amber-colored grasslands. Occasional trees and bushes
were enhanced with the beauty of fall foliage – set in
contrast against the stark blue sky. Incredible!

We came across a few antelope, springbok and bushbuck
– all deer-like animals. Our first big find was a
solitary hippo, wallowing in the comforts of a cool,
refreshing pond. Around a few more bends, and past a
few ruddy-looking warthogs, we encountered a group of
five giraffe – gracefully walking through the sparse
shrubbery, pausing occasionally to nibble on some
high-level leaves. They are such amazing creatures –
definitely one of my favorites in the African bush.
Next was the central reservoir of the park, which
included a resident troop of a dozen or so hippos,
along with a number of beautifully-colored wading
birds (herons, hornbills, etc.). Encountered a couple
groups of baboons as well.

After four hours of meandering along the dusty roads,
we stopped by a game lodge within the park for lunch.
We elected to dine on some local delights. I stuck
with a freshly grilled ostrich fillet, while my
colleague Rainer chose a three-skewer platter of
grilled ostrich, crocodile and Kudu (a large deer-like
animal – also the national animal of S. Africa, and
abundant in supply). I sampled the croc and kudu as
well. Not too bad!

We hit the road after lunch and proceeded to the
western part of the park. A lone road to the top of a
high outcrop revealed a breath-taking view of the wide
open valley and rolling hills below. En route, we
spotted a white rhino mother and her baby at a
distance from the road (sorry, too far for a good
pic!). By 430pm, the autumn sun was quickly falling
in the western sky, and we headed south to exit the
park. We saw a group of 4-5 cars on the side of the
road, and were delighted to see a gang of four young
male lions, casually making their way through the
rolling grasslands.

Just past the southern park gate is the resort of Sun
City. It’s a Las Vegas-esque entertainment and casino
complex. Sun City was the focal point of protests by
entertainers from around the world during the former
Apartheid days, who proclaimed ”I’m not gonna play Sun
City” back in the mid-80s. We stopped by for a few
minutes to take a look. It is a lush oasis in
contrast to its arid surroundings. The highlight was
the high-end hotel called The Lost City – truly
beautiful architecture – with immaculately designed
landscapes, waterfalls, lush palm groves, etc.
However, this man-made Disneyland can in no way
compare to the natural beauty of Pilanesberg National
Park – just over the hill behind the resort.

In summary, Pilanesberg is a great daylong getaway
from Johannesburg, especially for those who have never
been on safari before, or just want a taste of
“safari-light”. Our only disappointment was not
seeing any elephants. They exist in the park, but we
didn’t see any. It’s all a matter of luck and timing.
There are no guarantees! Entry fee to the park is a
mere 20 Rand (less than $2 per adult). The South
African economy is not doing well right now, and the
Rand has devalued significantly against other major
currencies, resulting in some amazing bargains for
vacationers from around the world. South Africa is
such a beautiful and blessed country – full of natural
flora and fauna. I can’t wait to go back for a 10-day
holiday in late November!

For more information on Pilanesberg National Park, go
to:

http://www.parks-nw.co.za/pilanesberg/

Enjoy!

Mark

Travelogue – Santorini: Atlantis Rediscovered (June 2002)

Last week I had the wonderful opportunity to visit one
of the most beautiful and unique islands in the world
– the picturesque isle of Santorini. I last visited
Santorini, or Thira, as the locals call it, back in
1987, and eagerly awaited the chance to return. My
friend Brad and I decided to head to the Greek islands
for an early summer getaway. After a day of hanging
around Athens, climbing up to the Acropolis and
meandering through the myriad cobblestone streets of
the ancient Agora and Plaka, we headed out to
Santorini for four wonderful days of sun and sea.

Caught a quick 35-minute flight on Aegean Airlines
from the new Athens airport to Santorini. Countless
islands dotted the beautiful azure seas,
simultaneously baked by the direct summer sun and
cooled by the constant Aegean tradewinds.

Santorini is part of the Cyclades islands chain, and
the island enjoys a rich history of myth and lore.
Around 1650 BC, a cataclysmic volcanic eruption
occurred on the island, causing its center to
collapse, and leaving a hollowed-out caldera
surrounded by spectacular cliffs. It is truly one of
the world’s most dramatic geological sights. Some
archeologists suspect that the apocalyptic volcanic
explosion led to the demise of the entire Minoan
civilization (recall the ash and soot from the Mt. St.
Helen’s explosion in the early 1980s – multiply that
times 5 to get an idea of the distructive nature of
the Santorini eruption.) The island’s violent
geothermal past has given fodder to the imaginations
of writers, artists and mystics throughout the
centuries that have followed. Volcanic activity has
subsided greatly during the past few centuries, but
minor tremors are still common.

Fira is the capital, and lies at the center of the
island on the eastern side of the caldera. The small,
whitewashed village clings to the craggy volcanic
cliffs, some 300 meters above the caldera bay below.
The bay is, in fact, so deep, that ships are unable to
drop anchor, and instead must link to one of a couple
of buoys anchored near the manmade docks. We stayed
at a beautiful villa in neighboring Firostefani – a
short 10-minute walk north of the center of Fira town.
The villas were terraced, each with its own balcony
looking out westward over the impressive caldera.
Sunsets were, needless to say, breathtaking!

http://www.minavillas.gr/

We rented a car for one day and explored the island.
Some highlights included a stop at the black sand
Perissa beach, a hike around the lighthouse on the
island's southwesternmost tip, and a leisurely
afternoon stroll along the colorful alleyways of Oia,
on the northwestern tip. Enroute, we enjoyed drives
alongside beautiful orchards of olive trees and
vineyards. Greek Orthodox churches abound, and all
include the trademark blue dome that is so world
renown as typically Santorini. Eucalyptus trees
provided occasional shade from the blaring midday sun.
The brilliant flowers of bougainvillea bushes stood
out against the whitewashed buildings and
crystal-clear blue skies.

Another day we took a sailing trip around the caldera,
which included a stop for a hike on the volcanic cone
island at the middle of the caldera, and a neighboring
islet with natural hot springs. We subsisted most of
the week on wonderful Greek salads (tomatoes,
cucumbers and delicious feta cheese) and grilled
calamari. Yum!

One highlight was on our final morning on the island,
when we were searching for a place to have breakfast.
We saw this sign that read “Mama’s Breakfast Café”,
with the catchline “Mama loves you babies!” As we
took a picture of the sign, we heard Mama call out to
us “Hi Handsomes! Come on in!” We couldn’t resist,
and were soon greeted with a big hug and kiss by this
bubbly 50-something Greek woman. Brad returned her
kiss on the cheek, to which she promptly retorted
“This is all business here, Honey. I’m still gonna
take your money!” Mama then asked us what we wanted
for breakfast, and proceeded to whip up a feast for
us, her first customers of the day. We couldn’t leave
the place without receiving another hug and kiss from
Mama, along with her instructions to be sure and
return soon. WE LOVE MAMA!!!

June is the ideal time to visit Greece, prior to the
invasion of European sunseekers who throng to the
islands during the July/August peak season. The
weather was perfect – hot sunny days and cool,
comfortable nights. Amazing. Santorini is definitely
one place not to be missed!

Yassou!

Mark