The Konkan is India's west coast. Locked between the Sahayadris - the Western Ghats- and the sea this small stretch of land runs from Kerala in the South to Gujarat in the North.
Sunset at sea of the coast of Aruba.
Napali Sea Cliffs on Kaua'i. This shot was taken from a helicopter. A bit of Editorializing. Take one of these tours, they are fantastic you see things you would never get to see otherwise.
During our visit to Norway's Lofoten Islands, we stayed at a hostel in the town of A. This image of the hostel's porch door both reflects the sea behind me and affords a view through an interior window.
Tuesday it was time to say farewell to Kinsale and head west, to the fabled Ring of Kerry. Again, we had plans for spending the next two nights in one place: Kilarney. With an early-enough start, we were able
to drive much of the Ring on Tuesday, traveling clockwise so as to avoid following the tour buses. Here it is time to point out that driving in Ireland
is not for the faint of heart. The roads are very narrow, one lane in each direction hemmed in on either side by a stone fence or a hedge, yet marked as 100 km/h (about 60 mph). Often you have buses or trucks coming at you from the other direction that are wider than their lanes. I realized that this is why all the buses go the same direction around the Ring of Kerry (clockwise): otherwise, they would never be able to pass one another. Then there are driveways, and people come
to a complete stop to turn left into a driveway and there is no way to go around them. I'm sure it does not help that so many of the other drivers are Americans, just as inexperienced as I am in driving on the left side of the road. There is no theme park ride as terrifying as taking one of those blind curves quickly and having a vehicle suddenly materialize, coming at you from the other direction, seemingly on the wrong side of the road. "EEEEP!" was a frequent exclamation on this trip. Anyway, the beautiful views of the fields and cliffs and sea were just incomparable,
with yet another beautiful scene just around the next bend. Stopping for ocean vistas and to explore ring forts and castle ruins quickly filled the day, and it was after dark when we
rolled into Killarney and checked into our hotel. A short walk brought us to the Danny Mann pub, just in time to get a great table for dinner and a live music performance by The Irish Weavers, a traditional Irish folk music group that puts on a very entertaining show.
Wednesday we woke to beautiful blue skies and sunshine. This was our day to explore the Dingle Peninsula. We were scheduled to meet Tim Collins, who runs Sciuird Archaeological Tours, at 10:30 in Dingle. Thankfully we got an early start, as we were hardly out of Killarney when we ran into a road construction detour. Or at least a roadblock indicating that our chosen route was closed. We ended up driving here, there and everywhere on backroads trying to find
our way back to the main highway, but eventually we made it with all of about three minutes to spare. Tim drives a sixteen-passenger van, so the group is small and flexible, and he gives a very informative and enjoyable tour, with time to get out and explore the
sights and even stop for tea along the way. The sights on the Dingle Peninsula are every bit as beautiful as on the ring of Kerry, and it was great to be able to enjoy them with local commentary. We joined one of the other couples on the tour for lunch afterwards in Dingle and swapped travel stories. On the way back to Killarney, we had to stop at the Inch Strand, a beautiful and inviting stretch of beach that seemingly goes forever. It was the middle of October, but I rolled up my pants and waded into the surf and shared the scene with a sparse group of people playing on the beach and surfing the waves. The water was warm enough that I would have gone all the way in had it not been for the fact that I would still have an hour to drive in wet pants.
Thursday was to be our last full day in Ireland. I woke up early enough to go for a run in Killarney National Park, part of which was just across the steet from our hotel. After breakfast we headed first on the road towards
Kenmare, so we could stop and take the tour at Muckross House. Muckross is surrounded by beautiful gardens, and the tour and history of the house are very intersting.
Stops at Torc Waterfall and Ross Castle allowed for more photo opportunities, and then it was time to head back towards Shannon.
Along the way, we stopped in Adare to do a little exploring and enjoy another pub dinner. Adare is a quaint town with several picturesque thatched-roof buildings. We enjoyed a d
elicious Shepherd's Pie and a pint of Guinness, and then it was time to head towards the airport. Our final night was basic lodging at the Park Inn across from the Shannon airport terminal, which made our final departure much less hectic than other trips I've experienced.
We are left with many wonderful memories of this trip, and are already wondering how quickly we can go again. Delicious food, beautiful sights, fun music, informative tours, friendly people, and learning about the history of this unique place. But one of the best experiences was also one of the simplest, as we got to listen in on two locals in a country store as they introduced themselves to each other. I just wish I had had a tape recorder with me, as these two women, formerly strangers, discussed the quality of products in the shop in language that was polite, respectful, and so musical in its quality that it could have been a song.
Odessa is the administrative center of the Odessa Oblast (province) located in southern Ukraine. The city is a major seaport located on the shore of the Black Sea and the fourth largest city in Ukraine.
A black sand beach on the southern coast of the Big Island has plenty of sea turtles.
A warped lonely log in adrift in a sea of sand
Seeing penguins in the wild is an amazing experience. We woke up at 4am and our guide took us to the Otago Peninsula, where we trekked up and down sand dunes with "torches" (or flashlights) to get in place to watch about 10 penguins climb down the rocky hillside and go out to sea to feed. Along the way the penguins had to get past a sea lion hanging out on the rocks...but they didn't seem too worried.
I had never been to Death Valley before and was only familiar with the name from the 1950's TV show "Death Valley Days" (yes, I did watch it). I was impressed with the beauty of the emptiness and desolation, the distant blue mountains with the expanses of flat sand, dotted with lacey, brownish 'plant life'. The salt flats of Badwater Basin (lowest place in the US at 282ft below sea level) were intriguiging and a gret place to do ultra close-ups of salt formations, but what made me fall in love withn the area was absolutly marvelous, drop-dead gorgeous array of colors of the minerals. These images represent just some of what turned me into giggling school girl at every turn (please don't take offense).
Found mainly along hwy 190, between Badwater Basin and Stovepipe Wells, the sand (or gravel) consists of so many colors you have to name them descriptively. Chocolate, carmel, turquoise, mustard, vanilla... on and on. Some of the absolute best displays are found along Artist Drive. A curvy, dippy ride thru the colors of creation.
Driving back from Badwater I spotted some flashes of solid color along the side of the road. Scretching to a stop I discovered it was a small bolder containing pockets of mineral deposits before they are turned into graceful flows of luscious flavors. I shouldn't admit this, but if that bolder was any lighter, it would have a special place in my home right now. Oh! To posses a piece of God's pallet.
I had never been to Death Valley before and was only familiar with the name from the 1950's TV show "Death Valley Days" (yes, I did watch it). I was impressed with the beauty of the emptiness and desolation, the distant blue mountains with the expanses of flat sand, dotted with lacey, brownish 'plant life'. The salt flats of Badwater Basin (lowest place in the US at 282ft below sea level) were intriguiging and a great place to do ultra close-ups of salt formations, but what made me fall in love with the area was the absolutely marvelous, drop-dead gorgeous array of colors of the minerals. These images represent just some of what turned me into giggling school girl at every turn (please don't take offense).
Found mainly along hwy 190, between Badwater Basin and Stovepipe Wells, the sand (or gravel) consists of so many colors you have to name them descriptively; chocolate, carmel, turquoise, mustard, vanilla... on and on. Some of the best displays are found along Artist Drive, a curvy, dippy ride thru the colors of creation.
I had never been to Death Valley before and was only familiar with the name from the 1950's TV show "Death Valley Days" (yes, I did watch it). I was impressed with the beauty of the emptiness and desolation, the distant blue mountains with the expanses of flat sand, dotted with lacey, brownish 'plant life'. The salt flats of Badwater Basin (lowest place in the US at 282ft below sea level) were intriguiging and a great place to do ultra close-ups of salt formations, but what made me fall in love withn the area was absolutely marvelous, drop-dead gorgeous array of colors of the minerals. These images represent just some of what turned me into giggling school girl at every turn (please don't take offense).
Driving back from Badwater I spotted some flashes of solid color along the side of the road. Screeching to a stop I discovered it was a small bolder (the size of 2 basketballs) containing pockets of mineral deposits before they are turned into graceful flows of luscious flavors. I shouldn't admit this, but if that bolder was any lighter, it would have a special place in my home right now. Oh! To posses a piece of God's pallet.
During an evening stroll in Saranda, Albania, Leigh and I stopped in a small store, where I started to browse through a book with aerial photos of Albania. A picture of a small island, with a hide-away cove, caught my eye. When I looked up the location of the island, I found it was only a few miles south of Saranda. The next day, I took a taxi to the town of Ksamil and wandered along the waterfront. In late October, it felt deserted. All the beachside restaurants were closed, with beach loungers neatly folded away and the shutters down. I could see the island about a quarter mile away, and I briefly thought about swimming to it. But since i had a small pack with a camera in it, I discarded that idea. Continuing along the coastline, I stumbled upon the Restaurant Rilanda, where the owners were enjoying a snooze in the sun. They were more than happy to rent a kayak, so I was able to make it out to the island after all.
This was a wonderful place to have lunch in Santorini in the Greek Isles
Panama, more than just a canal
My most recent trip in Panama was one of the memorable trips I have ever taken. We started with a well planned city tour on Sunday, first stop, the Miraflores Locks on the Panama Canal. We watched ships pass through the locks from the roof deck, had a chance to view a movie on the construction of both the old and new canal projects and spent some time in the new museum. After passing by the old military zone, now the ‘City of Knowledge’, we went to the Amador and an island owned by the Smithsonian. There you can learn all about Panama; how the land was formed, animals past and present, the American military presence, the flora, and all while enjoying the ocean views and maybe even spot a sloth in the trees. After a delicious and fresh seafood meal for lunch with the best view of the city skyline, we went to Casco Viejo. Beautiful cathedrals, colonial buildings, and cobblestone streets make this a perfect place to stroll away the rest of the day. Be sure to try flavored shaved ice in Plaza de Francia and seafood lovers won’t want to miss the famous fish market.
After a short flight Monday morning, we were in a different world, the Comarca de Kuna Yala! There are 365 islands (covered in coconut trees and many uninhabited) that make up the Archipielago de San Blas. The Kuna Indians govern the region with little interference from the national government and even used coconuts as currency until the late 1990’s. We spent two days soaking up the culture while mingling with the Kuna, shopping for their famous molas and watching the traditional dance. We also soaked up the sun on the white sand beaches and while snorkeling in the turquoise Caribbean ocean.
Back to the city to hop on our transport for the rest of the trip, we crossed the Bridge of the Americas on our way to El Valle. After about 2 hours, we were amazed at the change of scenery and climate. Located at about 3000ft, in the crater of one of the largest, extinct volcano’s, El Valle’s cool climate is great for hiking, spotting wildlife, and shopping for handicrafts. There is also a ‘mud bath’, square-trunked tree, and local zoo where you can see some colorful frogs and other exotic animals.
The Pacific beaches of Panama are another one of the many reasons to visit this wonderful country. Surfing some of the best waves in Central America, scuba diving in the national park compared to the Galapogos, or relaxing by a camp fire on the beach while listening to the sea and counting stars… our guide knew all the best spots!
I think the parts of Panama that surprised me the most were the mountains. We drove higher and higher into the bread basket of the country with farms clinging to these hills up to an elevation above 8000ft. The lodge we used had wonderful spa treatments, the freshest food, great view of Panama’s tallest mountain (Volcan Baru) and included a hike in the cloud forest. One day we hiked the famous Quetzal trail to Boquete and even were lucky enough to spot one of these elusive, emerald green quetzal birds. Boquete is a little lower and is well known for its flowers and coffee plantations but also has zip lines, white water rafting and rock climbing for the more adventurous.
Before crossing the continental divide, we stopped at some nice little hot springs and cooled off in the Chiriqui River. The views were amazing as we approached Bocas Del Toro. This is a perfect place to wind up the tour. We visited another national park, sailed with dolphins, snorkeled by the mangroves and enjoyed the Caribbean nightlife. Unfortunately, we also had to catch our flight back to Panama City and no one wanted to leave.
Our guide left the island the night before so he was there when we landed. We had plenty of time to test our siesta skills and freshen up before our last night’s dinner. The guide knew the perfect place with exceptional views of the skyline at night. Seeing that our flight wasn’t until late the next day, we decided to test out the cities legendary nightlife… we were not disappointed!
It is easy to see why Panama is becoming such a popular place to travel. Safe and inexpensive, friendly people and beautiful places, adventure and wildlife, culture and history all make this a place that everyone will enjoy. Thanks to Kevin, our guide with Panama Breezes (www.barefootpanama.com) we had a most memorable vacation and will talk about it for years to come.
As we were watching the sun set from the cliffs of Santorini, we turned around to see the true beauty of this small, circular archipelago of volcanic islands located in the southern Aegean Sea - with pure white houses lining the cliffs and gorgeous sail boats resting in the water below. Yet, with all its beauty, it did come at a price. While there, the country experienced the warmest weather since the 40's (i believe), reaching nearly well over 110 degrees F. Not even the darkness of night would cool the weather down!