Jamaica: Montego Bay
This North Coast city isn’t just about beaches and all inclusives — it brims with gourmet eateries, swank bars, swishy spas, golf courses, shopping and sizzling nightlife.
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The last part of the ride along Lac Léman before the train reached Geneva was amazingly beautiful with a view of mountains and snow-covered peaks on the other side of the lake.
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i love the sound of the spanish greeting, its so….hot.
anyway, let me finish telling you about amsterdam. we went to the red light district again on our last day and walked around and saw a few deals being done, i wanted to take a photo but then i thought ¨why¨so i didnt. umm, i brought myself a couple of ´souvenirs´but clitz confiscated my batteries (she is afraid of buzzing in the night) so sadly i have yet to test out my purchases. but get this (dan and juzzy you´ll love this), one of them is called THE POCKET ROCKET. heheheheeee.
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It’s hard to believe we’ve been here almost 3 months and are on the cusp of our first big vacation! Time has flown by very fast, which I suppose is a direct result of how busy we’ve been. So I figured it was a good time to send out an update and tell some stories of our exploits to date.
We finally moved into our house on October 28 after 7 weeks in a temporary guest house. It’s funny as we meet people here, how many of them also stayed in that place! It’s like it’s a rite of passage here. It was perfectly adequate but not having a yard was getting old with Ozzy, the “devil dog”. Also, there was a professional “party house” (really a patio) across the street which hosted events, usually with live VERY LOUD music, almost every Friday and Saturday night. Angolan parties usually go until dawn. It’s amazing anyone has their hearing left here.
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What an adventure! 33 days, 4 continents, 9 countries, 19 flight legs… Whew, we made it. Sounds like “The Amazing Race”!
The voyage got off to an inauspicious start right from the get go. Exiting a West African country is never a picnic and is typically good for some stories in itself. We arrived at the airport over 3 hours in advance of the flight time (Flight 1: Luanda - Lisbon) and then waited in line for over an hour just to get to the room where you check in where we got to watch the Portuguese/Angolan fine art of line cutting at its best. Another 30 minutes in a second line and we were finally checked in. Luckily passport control and security had no line - everyone was still in the first line. Steve’s years of transatlantic flights and United 100K status got us into the lounge where were at last got to relax. Of course the flight was late - there was no way all those people could get through the line in time. Initial panic about making our connection in Lisbon was relieved when our Lisbon - Zurich (Flight #2) flight was also late. However, Steve’s suitcase still did not find its way onto the connecting flight. The fellow at baggage assured us that it would be delivered to our hotel in Delhi. Steve would have to make do with 1 change of underwear and socks until then. Flight leg #3 had a shaky start the next morning as the airport folks directed us to the wrong line where we waited for an hour before informed of “our” mistake - we then rushed to the correct counter, managed to get checked in on time but alas, not sitting together. We finally made it to Delhi for the beginning of our Indian adventure.
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Rick and EvaAfter a leisurely brekkie, and fond goodbyes to some of the departing group, Eva and I asked at the desk about getting to the intersection of YongKang Rd, Taisay Rd, and Fenyang Rd. These correspond to Remy Rd and Rue de Lestre of 55 years ago. It was quite cool and dry this morning, and never got above about 18C. We took a taxi at about 10am.
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Marco Daprile
Sokone Fish Market
After weeks of metropolitan comfort spent between Bamako and Ouagadougou, the mere idea of hitting the devastated road of Africa again on vehicles that common sense would have scrapped two or three decades ago, seemed just depressing. And, as always happens in these cases, when one must choose between a present of lazy convenience and the promise of an unsafe future, the latter continues to be delayed indefinitely. And how different can look the very same city when cruised with people who live more or less permanently in it! At first call, travelling east, Bamako had seemed to me like another, unfortunate, huge urban agglomeration of Africa, but now, among less nomadic friends, it looked more like a big, chubby town where people find (plenty of) time to fill up the Continue Reading »
Whilst I took a break from revising I wanted to write this in Boyana .Wouldn’t accept password so went into my supergran addres.Never read blogs once on the net but couldn’t resist a look over them. Fascinating what you forget!!Nice to have permanent reminder - but in reading them I discovered that i Continue Reading »
John Bridges
Auckland at Night
I can’t say that I slept particularly well what with the city traffic, Friday night revellers and jet lag, but I did stay in bed until 08h45. One look outside at the blue sky sparked me into action - and to define the day’s events.
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