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22 May 2009

Atlanta – Parting Shots

The absence of late equals getting settled in for the moment back home while I await the sale (fingers crossed) of my town house.  Pretty much everything is in storage or sorted out.  So, I finally had some time to edit the last few photos from my Peachtree walk.

The excitement of a big city for a lot of people is that there’s always something new.  As I wandered up Peachtree, I was struck by how many new buildings there were.  So many new office and condo towers that weren’t there a decade ago.  This one, of which I know little, is The Mansion on Peachtree.  If nothing else, it cuts a nice figure against a moody sky.  This is viewed from the Lenox Marta station.

Urbania - The Mansion on Peacthree

Urbania - The Mansion on Peacthree

It’s fitting my last shot was one of the first buildings I remember really noticing and liking when I lived near Buckhead lo those many years ago.  It was almost brand new then and had few new buildings surrounding it and certainly nothing like the Mansion only blocks away.  I used to think maybe the roof was truly hinged in some way but learned soon it was fixed permanently, but I still like the look.  It gives the building a sense of motion or energy or something I can’t quantify but appreciate.

The Pinnacle on Peachtree

The Pinnacle on Peachtree

As pretty much always, these are just a few photos I’ve added to the Urban World gallery -be sure to check there for more if you’re interested.

That’s about it for news for the moment.  I hope to get out and take some more rural shots soon.  Maybe some light local traffic, but mainly I’m just hoping to get my house off the market so I can head overseas for a bit.  But the break has been nice.  It’s amazing that it feels like only  a few days have passed not weeks but it’s a great pause in life to reflect, etc.

22 Mar 2009

Goodnight Nicaragua y Costa Rica

The thing with journeys is they pretty much all end.  Obviously Nicaragua and Costa Rica ended months ago now.  But I carry these trips with me for awhile longer as I pour through the photos, editing and culling the ones that I most want to share.   And in the process, reliving the moments, remembering new friends, recalling all those little moments of connection with the larger world that made me go and made me sorry to leave.

This is my way, of course, to say that the Costa Rica and Nicaragua album is complete.  It’s filled up with memories that I hope you enjoy and maybe it will encourage someone else to make the leap to leave their warm cozy beds and see a little more of this wide world.

Masaya Mercado

Masaya Mercado

This was where we had lunch on our last day in Granada, a little market near Masaya Volcano.  Although you saw tons of locals, the market was filled with trinkets for tourists.  It’s actually an old market but it was destroyed during the war in Nicaragua in the 70’s and 80’s and was recently resurrected.

Granada Cementerio

Granada Cementerio

Having seen the main cemetery in Granada twice from a van,  I had to find my way back to it one afternoon before we left.  I didn’t have nearly enough time to really take it all in.  If you’re ever there and the least bit into cemeteries, check it out, it will not fail to amaze.

I also had to check out what I was told was the oldest church in Granada before I left, and I just made it there at dusk.

Dusk at Iglesia de San Francisco

Dusk at Iglesia de San Francisco

The colors were very nice especially against the dusk sky…

Judy Wants A Close Up

Judy Wants A Close Up

Judy was pretty much a pet.  She flew free but she knew that Daniel and Olivia who ran the eco lodge would feed her and take care of her.  We had been watching her and Olivia got her down for us for some close up shots from the paparazzi.  Solentiname was a beautiful and challenging place.  I definitely saw that I could only live without some of the western basics for so long while staying here, but I still look back on it happily as a very cool life experience.  Why is it so  often that those are the experiences we wouldn’t be so keen on repeating??

Things to do while on Solentiname

Things to do while on Solentiname

Tranquility - Sunsets over Solentiname

Tranquility - Sunsets over Solentiname

Goodnight Nicaragua!

Goodnight Nicaragua!

After leaving Nicaragua, we had two nights in La Fortuna and then a final night after a late arrival into San Jose.  Believe it or not, I hardly took any photos.  After a week in Nicaragua, a gorgeous place with some truly nice people, La Fortuna seemed so touristy that I just didn’t see anything I wanted to shoot.  Instead, I did a canopy tour and soaked in the hot springs at Baldi every chance I got!  I basically did the bum thing for two days before the long drive to San Jose and the early morning rise to the airport.  Still here’s a shot of one of our group, Chrysta Brown, a photographer, who bungee jumped and the most photographed church in Costa Rica (apparently because of the volcano behind it).

Chrysta Jumping!

Chrysta Jumping!

Iglesia de la Fortuna y Arenal

Iglesia de la Fortuna y Arenal

There’s a ton more of course, but that’s all in the album for the adventurous ones to hunt through.  I’ve no idea where the wind will take me next but it it’s even half as much fun as this trip was, I’ll be a happy camper.

8 Jan 2009

Back From Beyond

When last reporting from Granada, I was getting ready to return to the midst of nowhere in Lake Nicaragua.  I’ve definitely had my share of remote places for the moment.

We took a van to Managua airport.  The actual airport is quite a bit nicer than expected, but we were flying out of the small end of it which is for local destinations.  We were flying to San Carlos.  Quick lunch in the Subway in Manaqua International Airport where I learned that Atun is Tuna.  I was so hunrgy I didn’t much care.

We then hopped on our little 12 seat plane.  My first flights were aboard propeller planes, although slightly bigger, so I can’t really say they scare me, but I don’t find them at all comfortable or overly assuring.  I prefer jets when given the choice.   Actually, I have to say that anytime they weigh not only my bags but me, I’m not comforted.  They weighed us all, and all our bags.  My bag was 10 pounds over the limit (but 10 under for the US).  But luckily the group weight was what counted for our flight, so no extra charge.

A wee bit later we had flown over Lake Nicaragua and landed in the tiny burg of San Carlos.  We watched our bags get unloaded and were told we couldn{t collect them until we were inside the hut.   I cannot call this small building next to a single dirt runway a terminal.  It was simply a hut.  Once inside we watched another group pile into the plane returning to Managua.  It was about this moment that one of our group realized her bag was not there.  Yes, it had never been unloaded…

It was at one funny and tragic.  Our guide spent half an hour bartering with the people at the desk.  In the end, there was no way to get the bag back same day.  They were putting it on a plane for the next day. I really felt for her, luggage lose, even for a day is no fun at all.

We took taxis to the docks at San Carlos and then boarded a boat to our “Eco Lodge” on one of the islands of Solentiname.  The location was, I have to say, beautiful.  A gorgeous little piece of island shaded by a variety of trees and plants.  The couple who run it, Daniel and Olivia, were incredibly friendly.  The islands are sparsely populated, maybe 1,000 people we were told.

The place is remote enough that the power is solar, so limited.  The cabins only had a light.  I had to recharge my phone at the main building.  Not that I got a signal there, just that I needed it for an alarm.  They do have a phone there for emergencies, but not for general use.  Apparently it’s a bear to call out.

The first night, I shooed a gecko out of my cabin, another guy had spiders, and another group had bats.  This should give you an idea just how out there it was.  During the day, you quickly forgot, but at night, the warm temps and the critters made me want civilization badly.  I really think only Ometepe or only Solentiname would have made the trip better for me.  I’m hard pressed to pick one over the other, but I have reached my limit of backwater for the moment.

On our first day, our fellow traveler’s bag arrived (at a cost of $100 – which with luck her insurance will pay for) and a boat had to go back to San Carlos with her to get it.  A few of us went back for lack of anything else to do.  Sure, I could have laid in a hammock, but I had a better time in the hour long boat ride and 20 minutes meandering through a small market where they rarely see tourists.   I got some cookies and thought the guy said they were 30 cordobas, when they were actually 13 (yes, my spanish is that bad).  To his credit, he refused to accept my error.  There are 20 cordobas to the dollar right now, so we aren’t talking a lot.  I just have to give a shout out to the honest locals of San Carlos, Nicaragua!

Back to the eco lodge and a lazy afternoon.  We spent two days eating (great meals) and the only exercise I got was walking to “town” the second afternoon.  Even by Ideal, Georgia standards, this was not a town.  Chickens and ducks and a room in a couple of houses with groceries or clothes.  If quaint is what you’re after, Solentiname is your place.  While there, a Brit who is travelling on a world ticket for a year briefly joined up with us to eat and share stories.  She’s travelling alone and on the last two months of her year abroad.  About my age and quit her job and sold everything to do it.  Much jealousy.  Although I’m not sure you’d ever find me wandering off to plaves like that wee island on my own.  I need a bit more city to stay sane it appears.

I likewise think that I see I’ll never do peace corps.  The cold showers have completely worn thin.  Granada was at least luke warm.  Solentiname was back to cold and bitter.  I guess I could get used to it, but I’m not really sure I want to.  That’s apparently a creature comfort that I’m hard pressed to give up.

I think I’ve complained enough, lest I sound like I’m completely having no fun here.  I cherish every moment that I’m getting to see a little more of this wide world.

Today was back to Costa Rica day.  We had breakfast at 6:30am and boarded a boat to San Carlos.  We went through immigration there to exit Nicaragua and boarded a collectivo boat heading south on the San Frio River to Los Chiles, Costa Rica.  Passports stamped and sat on the boat.  As it’s a collectivo, it only leaves when it’s full.  As we were first in line, we sat on for over an hour.

Just about time to shove off, it began to pour rain.  A theme for the day.  The roof of the boat had about a 100 leaks and one was, of course, over my bag.  Drip, drip, drip…  My bag is water resistant, not water proof, but it appears it was never enough to seep through luckily.  It was a drizzle that alternately poured all the way to Los Chiles where it stopped just enough for us to load our bags on the van for the next leg luckily.  As soon as the tarps went up over our bags on the roof, the sky opened again.  We crowded in the building to get our passports stampd for re-entry into Costa Rica for a bit before boarding the van.

The van was a two hour ride and we were all determined to make no stops.  Every time a stop was offered, we said no thanks.  The only stop we really made was sitting on the side of the road looking at monkeys playing in the trees outside our windows.  Still, no one budged, we were determined to make good time to La Foruna.

La Fortuna is a totally touristy town.  I hope to explore it a bit if just for some tacky souvenirs, maybe tomorrow.  Maybe the next morning, we’ll see what works out.  Today we still didn’t have time for a lot.  We got in and unloaded.

I happened to turn on the news (trying to catch up)  just in time to see that there had been a 6.1 earthquake here in Costa Rica.  It was felt here in La Fortuna even though it’s 5 hours away from San Jose.  The epicenter was apparently a bit north of San Jose, where there were two deaths and a bit of damage.  Hard to tell how much as the news thats doing much coverage is all in spanish.  At any rate, we felt nothing on the road on the way here and are all well.  As far as I know, this changes nothing about our travel plans or leaving here on time next Sunday.  If you’ve seen the news and wondered, though, all is well on my end.

In the evening today, we took a bus tour out to see lava flows from a viewing spot for the local volcano – forgive me I’ve forgot it’s name.  It was somewhat disappointing, the rain returned and we only saw a few brief flares that were bright enough to shine through the thick clouds.  The town is close enough we might still see something tomorrow night, though, so fingers crossed.

From there we went to Baldi hot springs, a natural hot spring that’s been totally turned into a resort.  Tons of hot pools and two huge slides.  I had immense fun plummeting down those hot water slides because I had to use both hands to hold my glasses on, it was like being shot out of a gun at max velocity!  Some of us are totally considering a return trip tomorrow.

My only definite plan tomorrow is a canopy tour at 10am.  Otherwise, maybe some sightseeing around town and a little chill time.  The next day part of the group is going whitewater rafting.  Three of us not interested are staying in town until noon and will be picked up and taken to re-unite with the rest for our trek back into San Jose.  So, yes, the trip is in its final days now!  WAAHHH!!!!  So, yes, I’ve complained a little, but you see now that I’ll still be sorry to leave.

6 Jan 2009

Back To Nowhere

Ah, about to head off to another anonymous island in Lake Nicaragua.  After Ometepe, I think I´m over the middle of nowhere now, but maybe this stop will surprise me and be stellar.  But after getting into Granada and getting to be in an actual city a few days, I am really not itching to go back. Apparently the next place, Selentiname (sp?) is pretty remote and unvisited and this is the last GAP tour going there, so maybe it´s pretty cool to get to go.

I spent a good chunk of my day exploring the small town of Altagracia on the isle of Ometepe on my own as reported part way in last time.  I took a local bus out and got in some net time during the rain and wandering around the small town.  I eventually found a local cemetery, which is on my list of cool things – seeing the different burial practices and all.  Similar to Yucatan but not as colorful.   There were horses and a bull grazing in this one.  I didn´t realize about the bull until I was quite close but he seemed content to eat and really didn´t care.

Afterwards, I got a ¨quick¨ lunch in a little restaurant.  It was the slowest meal yet – over an hour to get food after ordering.  It really is slow time down here.  I missed several buses back to the hotel while waiting on lunch.  Finally got it and woofed it down and made a run for the central square to find a bus back.  Lucky me, the bus that should have left 15 minutes earlier was still sitting in the square, jam packed with people and boarding more and more.  I´ve been on a couple of ¨chicken buses¨in Mexico, but this was much more crowded.  Lots of kids, so maybe school was out.  Not sure, but crowded.  Standing room didn´t even really exist.  I was one step up from the exit on the stairs.  Oh, and it was an old Bluebird school bus made in Fort Valley, Georgia!  Surprise, right up the road from home!

The bus finally shoved off, and then stopped several more times to take on more passengers, never dropping any off.  I have no idea how they kept squeezing them in.  One mother got on the bus, handed her baby to the ticket collector, climbed over everybody and then had her baby passed back to her.  It was really a neat experience ONCE!

After getting back, the group re-gathered and most of us went to a rodeo.  I won´t go again.  Seeing them get the bull riled up once was quite enough.  Several of us left early and waited outside for the rest.  I´ll try to be neutral and accept it as not my culture, but it was not fun.

Next morning, we made our way up to Granada!  Granada is a lot like Merida, Mexico.  And in January, it´s as hot as Merida was in May!  Whoa!  It´s a colonial spanish city like Merida, so that´s where a lot of the similarities come from.  In two days, I´ve wandered a lot of the streets and gotten some (I hope) great photos of old spanish architecture, peeling paint, and all.

Yesterday was a tour of Massaya Volcano.  There have been several chances but all involved hours and hours of hiking.  This is a park and you can literally drive to the crater.  Perfect!  It was quite a site.  No lava visible in the day, but you could see and smell sulfur smoke rising from the crater.  Apparently no eruptions since 1772, but still active.  We walked around there a bit and then visited a nearby town market and a pottery shop/school.  There were some great bargains to be had, and now I just have to hope they can make it home in one piece!  Think good thoughts!

After we got back, I walked to the edge of the old city to a giant old cemetery I´d seen on the way in.  Fantastic!  A half hour walk, but totally worth it as I got there in the best afternoon light.  There´s really no way to describe it.  I think it may be similar to New Orleans.  Tons of mausoleums.  Crosses and statuary dotting the cemetery´s skyline.  I really could have spent a day there but it was late and I wanted to get back to the centro historico before dark.  There were tons of guards in the ecemetery but there were also people sleeping amongst the graves!  Not a full fledged city living in the cemetery like we saw in Egypt, but none the less they were there.

This morning, got up early and tried to re-pack everything.  We have a charter cessna to ride from Managua to Selentiname island this afternoon.  There are weight restrictions for both checked in bags and carry-on.  I´m worried about hitting the weight limit on my carry-on since that´s all my camera stuff.  So, I tried to re-distribute to the pack anything I wasn´t worried would break.  I may have to pay for overage in the checked bag… oh well.

Anyway, that´s it from Granada.  I could easily stay here a few more days.  Nice city, nice people, but just a taste of it on this trip.  Maybe back one day, maybe not.  You never know.

12 Jan 2008

Farewell To Cairo

Last night we had our final full group dinner.  Sam, the guide, will be at another hotel tonight getting ready for his next trip out.  So, it was easier to do it the night before than tonight.  Not sure what dinner will be and who it will be with if anyone.  But last night’s was neat.  We took several taxi’s over to another part of town, apparently where the “foreigners” in Cairo live (foreign is such an odd concept when you apply it to yourself).  Had dinner at this very cool little restaurant that was jam packed with locals and not-so-locals alike.  The restaurant was behind this massive pair of doors that from the outside gave no hint as to what was inside.  I had one last Egyptian meal of Koshary.  The third I’ve had.  Unfortunately the best was still the cheapest one in that little dive near the pyramids.  But I was still content to just hang there with everyone and soak in the end of the trip.

Came back and read for awhile before slipping into a nice sleep….

Wakened by the 5am call to prayer from the mosques but managed to go back to sleep again.  That will be my last call to prayer anyway (at least for this trip).

Back up a couple of hours later for breakfast and then off on our last day of seeing Cairo.  We visited a Coptic Christian Church carved into the side of a mountain and dedicated to Saint Simon.  Apparently, this mountain is the site of a couple of miracels, the first when St. Simon helped the local Christian leader prove Christianity to the Islamic Caliph in Egypt that Christianity was a real religion.  He did this by moving the mountain via Earthquake.  Although Christians are a small perecent of Cairo, they are afforded the same rights, etc.

On the way to the mountain, we drove through the city of the dead, a city where the poor live in shacks built around the tombs of an old cemetery.  Really a surreal sight.  And we drove through the garbage city.  Very much a shock to any one from the west.  The city’s garbage is all collected and taken there.  The lower stories are used for sorting the garbage, and the families live above it. I’ve never seen so much refuse before.  Just street after narrow street packed with it.  Through both locations, for the most part, we stayed in the van.

Our next stop, however, was in the garbage city, to see APE, a charity group that works to recycle some of the materials collected.  We saw paper being re-pulped and fabrics being re-worked.  They had gift shops that help support the project and some lucky friends or family are getting recycled gifts.

After that, on to the Citadel, apparently a must visit in Cairo.  It’s on some of the highest ground in Cairo, former home for the ruler of Egypt, and includes a centuries old mosque built by Mohamed Ali (not the boxer).  We got to visit the inside of the Mosque and learned a bit about Islam and Muslims.  Of course, it was information I had known before but long since forgotten and probably will not retain again unfortunately.  At least I correctly identified which way East was (Mecca).  I give myself brownie points for that if no one else will.

After that, another small caravan of Taxis to the Khan el Kalili (sp?) market.  We said farewell to Sam and Ola (our local guide who we met at the start of the tour).  And then everyone kind of split into their own directions to explore the market.  This one was a bit less pushy than Luxor at least, but I still love all the inducements to shop.  My favorite will always be, “let me take your money.”  At least it’s honest!

I managed one purchase while there, and I just rode on the coat tails of one of my fellow Americans, Lilah, who had managed to strike a bargain.  I asked if I could get the same deal, and he said only because she had such beautiful eyes.  Thanks again, Lilah, if you read this.  Our little group, Khan and Angela, Aussie siblings, and Lilah, Fran, and myself (the Americans), wandered on for awhile.  Khan was ready to go back and I was done shopping so we caught a cab together and left the rest to their shopping.

Tonight, re-packing and catch a meal somewhere before… not really sure yet… I have to be in the lobby at 2:15am to get my ride to the airport.  So, either, I shower and get all ready and sleep until 2am, or I just stay up and hope that I’ll be so exhausted that I find a way to sleep on the planes between here, Frankfurt, and Atlanta.

As I’ve said several times, it’s so incredible that I got to come here.  I don’t regret it in the least and would repeat it all again if given the choice.  But I am read for home.  I’m ready for a familiar culture where I know what something costs before I buy it and I don’t have to argue over the price.  I’m ready for familiar foods (unless I get sick tonight, I have avoided the “pharoh’s curse” as Sam called it – i.e. upset stomach).  And most ready for my own warm bed again.  Maybe one day I’ll let my gypsy urges take full control, but right now I’m happy to have some place called home to return.