Barbara's Travel Blog

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So how's that trip to Argentina coming along, you may be wondering? Well, funny you should ask...

After further research and careful consideration, we ending up taking Argentina off the table (for this trip only; definitely still want to get there some day). It came down to a combo of cost (we couldn't get there on my existing frequent flier miles, at least not on the same airline), and temperature (December/January is apparently not a great time to visit, unless you're looking to go far south to see glaciers).

Discussion ensued, and we decided to consider various countries in Central America, where we knew we could stretch our economy-weakened dollars further, and go the distance on frequent flier miles alone.

Mexico quickly rose to the top of the list, and we were soon dreaming of road-tripping down the Baja peninsula, just us, a rental car and the open highway, sandwiched between days in hammocks with tequila drinks and ocean views as far as the eye can see.

But still, we were open to other options, so I decided to post an inquiry on Lonely Planet's Thorntree forum to see how people felt about Baja vs. the Yucatan peninsula. And oh, did I get an earful:

Hello, my thoughts are thus: You can do a road trip from Tijuana to Cabo, but your car is going to get car-jacked, and then later, you're going to get killed.  Still, you will die with a tan, so good times.  But I would lean towards the Yucatan. Not to be overly-sarcastic, but can I recommend maybe investing in a newspaper subscription?  They've run a variety of articles on the problems in the border towns, which involve the deaths of 6,000 people last year.  The U.S. state department just put out a travel advisory for the entire north of Mexico.  These are good details to know.

I'm generally not one to put too much weight on US state department travel alerts, since I've done plenty of travel in places they deemed dangerous, but the sarcastic gentleman had a point. My research says it's not as dangerous as most Americans make it out to be, but really, is it worth the risk?

 

So we started looking further south, and eventually landed on Panama. Rumor has it it's the Costa Rica of 20 years ago, before the tourists and surfers took over and prices skyrocketed. Not to mention, my Mom has been there and loved it.

 

Which brings us to today: We are officially booked to go to Panama for 3 1/2 weeks, leaving December 21. We're planning a mix of lazy days in hammocks overlooking the Caribbean ocean, road tripping along the Pacific coast, and soaking up the atmosphere in Panama City.

 

I'm sure I'll be writing more as the trip gets closer, but in the meantime, here's a photo I found online for inspiration:

 

Oh, the places we'll go...

So we (Dave & me, that is) are pondering a possible trip to South America next winter... current contenders include Argentina, Brazil and Uruguay, but I'd love to hear suggestions if anyone has them. It would be in the December/January time-frame, so weather is a factor, since that's the peak of summer for the far southern part of the continent. We're looking for culture, history, food & drink, a sprinkling of nature/adventure, and a portion of the trip spent on a beach in a hammock.

Welcoming all recommendations...

Onward and upward

I know, I know... 17 months between posts is a bit long. Sadly, I just haven't made time to blog (or to do any serious traveling) since going back to work in June '07. Just a brief update for anyone who might still be checking up on me here - this week I am starting a new job at Waggener Edstrom, a much larger PR agency than where I was last. I'll leave it at that, as there's no place for boring work details on a travel blog. But if anyone's curious for more details, feel free to drop me a line.

And FYI, this technically counts as a travel post, as I am in Seattle today and tomorrow for my first two days in the new job. I didn't bring my camera, but feel free to imagine the stereotypical Seattle space needle shot.

Saddle up, we're going back to work

As many of you know by now, after eight glorious months of traveling, volunteering and being a lazy bum, this week I returned to the working world. I am now an account director at a small PR and marketing firm in the Portland Pearl district, working on a non-profit account that I'm very excited about.

Many of you have asked if I plan to keep blogging. As when I worked before, I may blog occasionally when I travel for work, but mostly I'll blog when I'm on vacation or sabbatical. For those of you who've been loyal followers, I'll try to give you a heads up when I take a big trip.

In the meantime, here's a little tidbit from my commute this morning to tide you over. After parking my car in one of the exorbitantly priced lots near my office, I noticed a tiny horse tied to one of the old horse-tie rings that line the sides of the street in this neighborhood. Too cute!

Home sweet home

After five months of traveling the world, I have at last arrived home. The last few days I've felt exhausted and disoriented, and unsure what to do with myself with wide open days and no sightseeing agenda. Over the last several months I've had no problem settling in as I moved from place to place, but oddly enough, I now find myself waking up during the night confused about where I am, taking several minutes to orient myself.

Home is starting to feel more normal, but at first it was like a sterile corporate apartment, what with having packed up my personal belongings before I left to clear my condo out for the tenants I rented it to. I look forward to unpacking my belongings, and personalizing my home again with the treasures I've acquired over course of my trip – a hand-woven tree of life rug from India, lacquerware from Vietnam, a Kashmiri patchwork wall hanging, a wool blanket from Tibet, and more.

These five months have been an amazing experience, one that I struggle to adequately capture here. I have had the rare opportunity to travel for an extended period, immersing myself in different cultures and challenging myself with new and different experiences – and learning so much in the process.

Most of what I've learned is too complicated or personal to share here, but one lesson definitely warrants mentioning – how to make chai from scratch. Boil a couple cups of water with a piece of cinnamon bark, 2-3 green cardamom pods (smashed), 5-10 cloves and few slices of fresh ginger in for 5 minutes. Add 2-4 teaspoons of black tea and boil 2 more minutes. Add 1-2 cups of milk (depending on taste), boil 2 more minutes. Add sugar to taste, and serve. Yum!

By far, the most intense part of my travels was the two months I spent in India, an experience that was inspiring, frustrating, exhilarating, saddening, overwhelming and, most of all, eye-opening. I will always treasure my memories of volunteering in Dharamsala, and I am so grateful to everyone who contributed to my volunteer fund to help make that possible.

As for the question everyone keeps asking me – "What's next?" – I'm figuring that out as I go along. I have some leads on the job front, and endless offers of help if those don't pan out. Again, I'm so grateful for all the support I've received from friends and former coworkers who care about my well-being and believe in me. You'd think that getting laid off would be a blow to the ego, but in reality it showed me that I have more love and support in my life than I ever realized.

Whatever I end up doing next and in the future, I will do my best to continue to honor the wisdom of India's founding father, Mahatma Gandhi:

"You must be the change you wish to see in the world." 

Oh, the places I’ve been

For anyone who might travel in the future to the places I’ve been on this trip, here are my recommendations for and against the hotels I’ve stayed at.

Thumbs up:

Thailand

• Bangkok: Reflections Hotel – Funky hotel with lots of character. Each room is decorated differently. Great poolside restaurant. Located in a non-touristy neighborhood with lots of food stands on the streets in the evening. Easy skytrain access.
• Bangkok: Novotel Suvarnabhumi Airport Hotel – Lacking in character, but conveniently located within sight of the Bangkok airport, with a free van shuttle to get you there. Perfect for brief stopovers in Bangkok.
• Ko Pha Ngan island: Cocohut – Beachfront resort with cabins of varying prices, with the most expensive ones located right on the beach. Excellent hammocks, gorgeous beach. Youngish crowd, somewhat party-oriented.

Vietnam

• Hanoi: Hanoi Backpackers Hostel – Very clean, friendly owners, excellent vibe, good common areas. Beds are large and comfortable, with locked storage space underneath, and individual reading lights.
• Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon): Sofitel Plaza Saigon – Meets the expectations of a hotel in this expensive price range. Nice rooms with all the amenities, rooftop pool, good lobby bar and restaurants. Walking distance from a great sushi restaurant, The Sushi Bar. Located away from the tourist area.
• Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon): Empress Hotel HoChiMinh – An excellent hotel located reasonably close to the prime tourist area. Rooms are comfortable suites, with good amenities and wi-fi for a fee.
• Hoi An: Ha An hotel – Excellent hotel with beautifully decorated rooms, comfy beds, in-room DVD players, and a good restaurant. Free bikes for hotel guests’ use.
• Mui Ne: Little Mui Ne Cottages – The rooms are nothing special, but the grounds are very nice, with a pool and loungers lining the beach. Good happy hour in the bar, and free wi-fi.

India

• Agra: Hotel Amar – A good mid-priced hotel. Clean and comfortable rooms, a nice pool, and a good restaurant. Five-minute rickshaw ride to the Taj Mahal.
• Jaipur: Hotel Pearl Palace – Excellent budget hotel that feels like it should be much more expensive. Clean and comfortable rooms, funky décor throughout the hotel, computer room with wi-fi (for a fee), and a great rooftop bar/restaurant.
• McLeodganj: Yellow Guest House (Location: Bhagsu Rd; Phone: 21754) – Good budget hotel, with clean rooms, hot showers and an excellent location.
• Panaji (Panjim), Goa: Panjim Inn – A nice heritage hotel with lots of character. Rooms are clean and nicely decorated, and the balcony restaurant is good. 10-minute walk to the heart of town.
• Vagator, Goa: Leoney Resort – Clean and spacious cottages, beautiful grounds and a pristine pool. Down side is that the beach is a 10-minute walk, but there aren’t many hotels in Vagator located on the beach.
• New Delhi: The Residence Delhi – Very good business class hotel. Not a good location for seeing the tourist sights, but a great option if you have a reason to stay in south Delhi.

Italy

• Rome: Hotel Santa Maria – Excellent hotel in a great location. Rooms are a little on the small side, but the great courtyard, fabulous breakfast buffet, free Internet access and excellent location more than compensate.
• Florence: Hotel Cestelli – An amazing deal just blocks from the Ponte Vecchio bridge and the Uffizzi museum. Spacious and clean rooms, with very friendly staff.
• Venice: Locanda Orseolo – Very clean and nicely decorated (but small) rooms. Excellent location near San Marco’s square, with incredibly friendly and helpful staff.
• Rome: Hotel Teatropace33 – Good sized, clean and comfortable rooms very close to Piazza Navona. Breakfast is a little lacking, but staff is generally friendly and helpful and location is good.

Thumbs down:

Vietnam

• Hue: Truong Gian Hotel – No character, basic rooms are in a mild state of disrepair, and location is nothing special.
• Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon): Bed and Breakfast Ho Van Hue – Very bad experience. Rooms are located two blocks away from the reception & computer room, in a poorly lit building. Rooms have no character, and are painted prison green. Didn’t feel safe there. Neighborhood was far from the tourist area.

India

• Colva, Goa: Hotel Longuinhos – Horrible service undermined what was otherwise an okay hotel. I recommend avoiding Colva altogether if possible.
• McLeodganj: Asian Plaza Hotel – Very poor service, décor is outdated, and hot water didn’t function two mornings in a row.
• Sawai Madhopur (Ranthambhore National Park): Hotel Ranthambhore Regency – Nothing special, and overpriced for what you get. Room rate includes three meals a day (as with most hotels in this area), which was unfortunate, since the food was horrible.

Viva la Venice

After a couple days in Venice (my second time here), I once again have to say that any guidebook or person who tells you Venice isn’t worth visiting is nuts. Yes, it’s overcrowded with tourists. Yes, sometimes it smells bad. But it’s such a unique city with so much character and history – how could you not love it?

We lucked out again with our hotel, staying at the Locanda Orseolo, where the staff may be literally the nicest people on earth. My mom and I immediately developed a shared crush on Francesco, the sexy and charming front desk guy. Sadly, I was so dizzy with lust every time I was around him, I neglected to get a photo of him. But trust me, he’ll live on in my and my mother’s memories.

We did some obligatory sightseeing, wandering down narrow allies and across winding canals. We saw San Marco’s cathedral and square, where tourists and pigeons flock in seemingly equal numbers. We also saw the bridge of sighs, which was once used to transport prisoners between the courthouse and the jail. And of course, no trip to Venice is complete without a trip to the Rialto bridge.

But in truth, sightseeing took a back seat to the shopping bug we both caught as we saw shop after shop of gorgeous Venetian glass products. We spent hours visiting different shops to find the perfect purchases, though of course most of what we saw was way out of our budget.

Before we arrived, my mom had been reading up about La Fenice, Venice’s gorgeous opera house. We lucked out and managed to get tickets to see La Traviata. The inside of the opera house was beautiful, and the show was fantastic. The only down side was that it was in Italian, so our understanding of the story line was limited, as evidenced by the fact that we accidentally left early. Yes, you read that right. Apparently La Traviata has two intermissions, but at the end of the second there was so much applause, we thought it was the end, so we left. We felt a bit foolish when we realized it later, but enjoyed what we saw, and were glad to have beat the rush for dinner at the restaurant in front of the theater.

As always, I had my eyes peeled in Venice for the unusual and unexpected. It turns out the incident in Florence of the man in the lavender pants has become a trend, with sightings in Venice of men in lime green and coral pants (note that I didn’t realize until later that I’d captured the latter in a semi-compromising position).

Another more shocking sight was when we spotted a 20-something guy dive into the grand canal for a swim. Given the amount of garbage and raw sewage in the canal, I’d be amazed if he made it out without contracting something unpleasant. Blech!

More photos at http://babas.typepad.com/photos/my_gap_year_4/index.html.

Under the Tuscan Sun with my mom

For our last day in Tuscany, we rented another Smart Car and headed southeast this time, toward Arezzo and Cortona. We’d read good things about Arezzo in one of our books, and even better about Cortona, which was made famous in Frances Mayes’ Under the Tuscan Sun.

The drive to Arezzo took a few hours by back roads that wound through rolling hills of grape vines and olive trees, interspersed with villages, towns and castles. But as we navigated our way through the suburbs into the center of Arezzo, we realized it was much bigger than we’d anticipated. We weren’t interested in being anywhere large enough to have suburbs, so we nixed that part of the plan and continued on to Cortona.

Thankfully, Cortona was all that and a bag of bruschetta. Perched on top of a hill with stellar views, Cortona is cute and quaint personified, with winding little streets, window flower boxes, open-air restaurants, and tiny shops with friendly shopkeepers. I can see why Frances Mayes fell in love with the town.

Heading back to Florence, we opted for the faster route of the toll highway, zipping back to Florence in about an hour. We had time to spare, so we drove up to Piazzale Michelangelo, a peak with spectacular views of the city. We were so pleased we had time to stop there, but in the end it meant another race back to the rental car office in order to make the 7pm deadline. Thank goodness we don’t have any more plans to rent cars on this trip, because another one of those crunch endings might just be too much for both of us!

Planes, trains and automobiles (or in this case, trains, bikes, buses and segways)

In the last couple days we’ve continued to see the sights of Tuscany, while inadvertently testing out as many modes of transportation as possible.

Yesterday we hopped a train to Pisa to see the ever-famous leaning tower. I know plenty of guidebooks that will tell you it’s not worth the trip just to see this one sight, but I heartily disagree. This is my second time visiting it, and as before, I was struck by how dramatic the white tower (as well as the church and baptistery) looks against the blue sky, and how simply novel its sharp tilt is.

Upon the recommendation of our hotel owners, after going to Pisa we headed north to the cute walled town of Lucca. Our plans to ride the train there fell through when we couldn’t find a cab to take us to the station, but as luck would have it we found a bus line to Lucca instead. At the bus stop we met Diane and Gene, a friendly couple from northern California who proved to be a wealth of information as far as the bus and train schedules were concerned. Before long we were making plans to join them for lunch in Lucca, where they have spent a couple months a year for the last seven years.

After lunch we rented bikes (thankfully much more comfortable than the ones in Rome) and rode around the town on top of the wall that surrounds the city. The views of the town were lovely, and at one point we found ourselves joining a crowd watching a rooftop fire being extinguished.

Today we set out for a tour of the sights of Florence. We had debated whether my mom could handle a three-hour walking tour, what with her ankle still recovering, when we stumbled on what seemed like a clever solution: A tour company that specializes in Segway tours. Segways are a sort of electric scooter that you stand on, which meant we could zip around town without all the walking.

While the Segways were amusing and attention-grabbing (virtually everyone we passed was curious about them), they didn’t provide quite the relief we’d hoped for. We found our knees, ankles and feet just as sore (if not more) at the end of the tour than if we’d walked, since you tend to be a bit tense while learning the nuances of operating a Segway. It was also tough to get good photos, and the tour guide wasn’t up to par with the ones I’ve had on walking tours in Florence. Nonetheless, we had fun and I’ll definitely add that to the list of unusual and unexpected experiences I’ve had on this trip.

While on the tour, we saw most of the expected sights (visit http://babas.typepad.com/photos/my_gap_year_4/ for more photos), but my two favorite unexpected moments were spotting a man in lavender pants (I thought Italy was supposed to be a fashion capitol?), and finding out that Nero (or at least his statue) is as much of a hunk from the back as from the front. Now that’s culture.

Ees NOT imposeeblay!

We arrived in Florence a few days ago, where we have settled into our lovely (and cost-effective, by European standards anyway) hotel just a few blocks from the famous Ponte Vecchio bridge.

On our first night, we found a cute little trattoria just down the block for dinner, and my mom delightedly ordered the lobster spaghetti, which was listed at a mere 6 euros (approximately $9 U.S.). Unfortunately, what was unclear on the menu (but which the waitress was happy to explain after the fact) was that it was 6 euros per 100 hectograms (or at least that’s what it sounded like the waitress was saying, after I took issue with the 36 euro item on our bill). She laughed when I said we expected it to be 6 euros, saying “ees imposeeblay!” Grrr.

Yesterday we rented a car (my first time driving the cute Smart Car brand I’ve seen all over Europe) and headed south to explore some of the Tuscan countryside. But first we had a little tussle at the rental car shop, where I asked for a breakdown of the 34 euro rate (which was much higher than the 13 euro reservation I had made on their web site). I knew there would be fees, but more than double? When I mentioned the 13 euro base rate, again I was met with “ees imposeeblay!” I swear, if one more Italian woman tells me “ees imposeeblay,” it’s poseeblay I may get violent.

When we finally settled into the car (and after an embarrassing return to the rental car counter to ask how to put the car in gear) we tootled down to San Gimignano, a hilltop village dating back to medieval times. We enjoyed a delicious lunch overlooking the Tuscan hillside, and walked around soaking up the utter cuteness until we could soak no more. Most importantly, I bought I fantastic red leather shoulder bag for a steal – 60 euros, talked down from the 79 euros on the price tag. The guy told me he’d just make it up on his next sale to a Japanese tourist (Who am I to argue? The dollar is weak right now!).

Next we tracked down a winery to buy some wine we’d had over lunch, followed by a drive to Siena to visit a government wine shop that we’d read had afternoon wine tastings. Unfortunately, we didn’t time our trip quite right, and by the time we got to Siena it was already time to leave in order to make it back before the rental shop closed.

Between the traffic getting out of town and our fear of rush hour in Florence, I ended up driving the 60 kilometers back like a madwoman, going 120 km/hour in a 90 zone. My mother only gasped in fear for her life a few times (possibly a world record for her), and we made it back with just five minutes to spare. Phew!

Today we tromped down to the Uffizzi museum to learn about Italian of art over the centuries. There was some lovely art, of course, but we found ourselves raising our eyebrows and chuckling at the snooty voiceover on the museum’s audio guide. “Note how the artist has created an otherworldliness by placing the subject in a setting that transcends time and space” – imagine two hours of this nonsense! As we exited one of the halls, my mom cracked me up, saying, “Note how the architects have created a sense of relief with the placement of the 20th century benches.” (Upon which we promptly collapsed.)