Seen parked near the Pyramids in Giza.
April 6, 2008
April 1, 2008
What I didn’t know about the rose red city of Petra
I knew Petra would be stunning. I’d seen pictures.
And probably hot.
I didn’t know much else about it.
I do now. (Oh, for the day when I’ll travel with my handy-dandy Web and find answers to my questions as they pop up instead of waiting until I get home to research.)
When I write up my notes with my pictures (all 130+ of them), I’ll weave the research into what I saw and what I was told.
What surprised me most about Petra and what was totally unexpected was how stunning Petra would’ve been in its own right, without the caves and carvings. The setting is amazing. The sandstone is swirls of color. As a natural wonder, Petra would’ve been on the map.
Alight at the parking lot and walk a ways to the crack in the wall and enter al Siq. … or ride a horse or grab a two-wheeled cart …
As the way in is down, we were encouraged to ride the horse on the way back, if ride a horse was on the agenda, and it seemed it was, by golly. We were told we’d already paid for a horse ride and might as well take it. (Tip the horse handler $2 or 3 Jordanian dinars, but tip him at the end of your ride, if you don’t want to be dropped off prematurely, we were also advised.)
How did someone ever find that crack in the wall in the days before Petra was “built”? No aerial reconnaissance to give you a heads-up that there might be something interesting if you walked down this narrow path. … A curious, wandering someone must have headed down the path to see what there was to see.
Find the crack in the sandstone cliffs and walk down the path, through the narrow gorge with steep walls, through al Siq. These days the path is worn and crazy Bedouin drivers in horse-drawn carriages careen down the track, in a hurry to drop off their passengers and turn around and pick up more.
Forty-five years ago a flash flood trapped and drowned folk in this narrow gorge. Since then work has been done — a dam blocks a side gorge and diverts the water — to avoid a repeat. Not a cloud in the sky, though, so no worries.
Look up and see the cracks through the walls caused by earthquakes. Take pictures of the small carvings in the walls and then round a bend and there it is: the Khazneh, the Treasury, the first seen and most photographed/pictured building of Petra, carved into the sandstone walls many many moons ago. Worn after all these years, damaged by man and by earthquake. Still spectacular. Beautiful
Walk further and you enter the Wadi Musa, the wide open area of Petra with more carved buildings and spaces, the marketplace, the amphitheatre, tombs, places to climb and, of course, opportunities to buy trinkets and postcards and water. Tea, sodas, even a buffet lunch are available to keep your strength up.
More pictures to follow. Yes, 130-plus.
Beautiful. What an amazing site to see.
March 27, 2008
Felucca on the Nile
So I asked him, why the Brazilian flag? (I have a little heart pull when I see the Brazilian flag for no reason except a five-to-seven-year-old’s love of where she happened to be. … It is a lovely flag, though, isn’t it?)
Ordem e Progresso. The Auriverde. sigh
He answered (through a translator), “Why no questions about why there’s no American flag flying?” and he had his young guy (the one who worried about unfurling sails and such) unfurl an American flag.
I explained the heart pull for the Brazilian flag and he said, “Someone who rode in my felucca gave it to me. I like to fly it.”
More pics of him and his barefoot style of sailing later.
Feluccas are lovely under sail. These days it’s not financial feasible to use feluccas for anything but tourist transport from the Aswan (or wherever) side of the Nile to whatever sight-seeing the tourist(s) want to see.
The feluccas are beautiful under sail. Really really divine.
Our guide at the monastery: Dier Al Anba Bishoy
Dier Al Anba Bishoy at Wadi el-Natrun of Egypt on our way back from Alexandria to Cairo (for our flight home).
Charming guy. Well-spoken.
And! knew of which he spoke.
He’d been living at the monastery for twenty-seven years. He had the best voice, cadenced, mellow.
Does he believe that St. Bishoy’s body (on view in the church) has really been preserved through the graces of Our Lord for the past seventeen hundred years because Our Lord promised St. Bishoy?
Tradition has it that …
Where in the world was Sal the Wanderer?
from comments:
No, it’s not Corfu, which has a distinctive shape. Looks like Cephalonia lower down in the Ionians, which is where you’d be if you were coming from Cairo and were “past Greece”. But you don’t give anything specific, not even a bearing for the plane, so I’m going to go for Cephalonia/Zakinthos. But I could be wrong.
Bearing on a plane? Please.
I barely even knew where we were going. The “maps” airlines give in their mags or on their little maps on their screens of their route are rough at best.
I flew … from Cairo over Greece then France/Belgium … Normandy Coast (I think), White Cliffs, Ireland and then a lot of ice (LOTS of pics of ice forming and clumping and ice capping and thawing …) and down through Nova Scotia and Maine and on to JFK.
I’ll get the pictures set up and you can see Greek Islands and Mountains and then more and then Flatlands and then Normandy and then Ireland and maybe then you can tell me what I was seeing.
I wished I’d had a real map soze I could take sights on markers and figure out where I was at a given time.
Oh, lah. I had a whale of a time taking pictures of land masses and rivers and weird coastlines and such until I started to worry about the fact I was down to my last ten pics on my last SD card. I needed to save some pics for the JFK->SFO route!
But I’d forgotten that piece would be mainly in the dark and my camera wouldn’t pick up lights on the dark plains easily. I could’ve taken eight more pics (what was then remaining on my SD card) of ice structures and frozen rivers and thawing lakes! If only I’d known …
Still, 2311 pics: Petra, Jerash, Valley of the Kings (and Queens), Abu Simbel, Alexandria … pictures of the guys with guns who hung out with us, camels, pyramids, the Coptic Monastery of St. Simeon, Philae, Haoeris/Horus (oh, I have stacks of pictures of Haoeris), piles of spices, trinkets, food, the Aswan Dam, loads of pics of feluccas and the Aga Khan’s mausoleum. … camels, donkeys, more guys with guns, pictures from the train window en route from Cairo to Alexandria, pictures of the library, pictures. …
… and all of $65 spent on trinkets total including postcards, a galabea for me ($9) and for he ($10) for a see-and-be-seen galabea party (really!), a nice scarab painting on papyrus (we already had papyrus bits from a previous trip but the scarab painting was nice and “support the local economy” and all that), a set of David Roberts prints of Petra, more postcards, two $2 hematite necklaces, a $2 carved bone letter opener …
Oh, spendthrifts are we. …
Our biggest expense used to be developing and printing the pictures I took on trips. Now, with a digital camera and handy reusable SD memory cards, we spend next to nothing beyond the trip itself.
Home again, home again, riggety jig
Up at 4A for a 5:40A ride to Cairo Airport for a 9:15A departure. Flight to JFK took twelve hours or so. Customs and immigration at JFK and a wait for a 6:40P departure for SFO. Arrival ~ 10:30P PDT. Elapsed time from wakeup to landing ~ twenty-seven hours. Ouch.
Egypt Air served two full meals and snacks during its twelve-hour flight. Delta’s seven-hour flight to SFO included gratis soft drinks, coffee and/or tea with peanuts, cookies and/or crackers. Ah, welcome home.
Schmutz on airplane window. Weather was lovely for the most part but missed Belgium due to cloud cover and could barely see the White Cliffs of Dover through the mists.
This shot is just past Greece, I think. Is that Corfu down on the right? Anyone?
January 21, 2008
Duende Travel
Coming along, eh?
Pretty pictures. Content. Near to finished except for “useful information” and “links.” The “booking form” is off to Peter for vetting.
Paying forward.
Personal blurb: Peter Watson and Duende Travel are like the best. The food and wine are always great. There’s a lot of thought behind the itinerary.
There are gem moments: The hotel bar in Derry (North Ireland) — just John Hume, his nibs and me. He’d sung Danny Boy to all of us during his lecture, but the others had gone back to rooms or whatever. Would you go back to your room while John Hume was hanging out? Or would you hang out too?
Drizzly picnic lunch in the ruins on Iona (Scotland).
Drying out from a soaking in the rain in a sheepherder’s hut in Andalucia (Spain).
Petrarch’s last home in Arquà Petrarca (Italy) and his cat’s skeleton … maybe …
Walking in van Gogh’s footsteps in Arles (France).
Hiking up the slopes of Vulcano (Sicily).
The Long Room at Trinity College, Dublin. (died and gone to Heaven)
… So many memories. So many good times.
Peter cares about where he takes you. He wants to make sure you understand the locale and the people. And the food. And the wine. And the history.
The walks are memorable. The views, the food, the wine, the settings, the memories are sublime.
‘nough said? There’s a reason I’m fussing over his Web site. …
January 11, 2008
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Seems Firefox was complaining because some of the .jpgs Duende sent — which I was trying to add to the site — were in CMYK (print) instead of RGB (screen display). Makes sense. Duende’d sent the photos used in prior years’ brochures.
Turns out ’tis simple enough to pull the .jpg into Photoshop. Go to the Image pulldown menu IMAGE->MODE and save the JPG as RGB instead of CMYK.
And Bob’s your uncle.
Would that most of the world’s problems were so easily handled.
September 18, 2007
Derry, Ireland (a wee bit of trip report)
Hands Across The Divide statue (by Maurice Harron) located in the middle of a roundabout west of Craigavon Bridge in Derry.
I shot the photograph through the window of a vehicle wheeling through the roundabout. There are much better ones to be found on the Web. The statue is supposed to portray a Catholic and a Protestant tentatively reaching out to each other in peace.
We had a few hours touring around Derry after our transport set us down close to the walls. John McNulty, the guy walking us about, covered Derry history far past (Siege of Derry, 1688) and new past (the Troubles and Bloody Sunday, 1972).
McNulty had been in Derry in 1972 — although not in Bogside on that Sunday — and had a lot to say about Bloody Sunday and the Troubles. He also told us that after much work and testimony, the results from the Saville Bloody Sunday Inquiry are due out some time soon-ish. Maybe early next year.
At great cost, I might add. According to Shaun Woodward, Secretary of State, Northern Ireland Office, “The cash spend on the Bloody Sunday inquiry was £178.264 million at the end of April 2007.” with more costs sure to be added as the report gets written. Yikes.
We took a walk along the walls of Derry, spent time inside the Apprentice Boys of Derry museum,
toured the murals by the Bogside artists
and the Bloody Sunday memorial
and visited the Guildhall before coming back to our hotel for a slightly drizzly picnic lunch on the grounds.
Later on in the afternoon, John Hume joined us and gave a free-wheeling talk about life, the peace process and the universe. He wrapped up his talk by telling us what a fantastic president Hillary would be and asking us to always call Derry “Derry” not “Londonderry.”
Then Hume sang the song he claims should be the American Irish anthem, Danny Boy. He claims the song is a lament of an Irish mother to her emigrant son. Oh, but his is a lovely voice and he sang the song with heart. No dry eyes here as the song ended.
After the talk, he retreated to the Beech Hill sitting room/bar and his nibs and I order up some Smithwicks and spent an hour or so with him and other fellow travelers, chatting in too comfy chairs, helping him kill time before he and his wife, Pat, joined the gang for dinner at the hotel. Man, has that guy seen a lot of history.
Derry was an interesting place. We spent three nights at Beech Hill, but only a day in Derry. (The other full day we had was filled with an absolutely glorious walk along the Giants’ Causeway and the headlands.)
I’m glad we saw the bits of Derry we did. Glad to have heard Hume talk on the subject. Derry isn’t a place I’d return to again and again but I’m glad we stopped there for the time we did. What we experienced brought the history of the place a bit closer to heart.
The history of that region is a sad one. Here’s to the future envisioned in Hands Across The Divide. Here’s to reconciliation.
September 17, 2007
Intellectual bling
In comments on “Stuff,” SourGrapes wrote
TA with all that, but I’d include books too. What are ya keeping them for? In most cases it’s not to refer to. They’re intellectual bling. It’s very very unusual to have a couple thousand books, but that guy forgot to say “in our class of people”.
I keep books I want to look at again. And the rest go off to subsequent readers. Books are made to be read, not to be shelved.
Ouch, pal.
There’s something about books and not just as intellectual bling. I’m happiest in a nest full of books, all that unrealized and unread or waiting to be reread potential.
Yesterday I was rummaging through my stash of travel books, looking for old books on London for someone who’s working on the animation for (don’t spew) A CHRISTMAS CAROL, due out in 2009. (Jim Carrey will be voicing Ebenezer Scrooge/Ghost of Christmas Past/Ghost of Christmas Present/Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come. I told you not to spew!)
Didn’t find any, but found some early 20thc. Baedekers covering London and GB, found some old books covering places we’d been walking in N Wales, got sidetracked by a book on Mount Athos. … All that roaming around and a very cozy afternoon reading wouldn’t have happened if I gave away my stash of books. (I am giving away some of the books, ones I know I’ll never need/read/want to see again. But …)
I just love the potential of masses of books, love libraries. I was absolutely blissed out this trip by the Long Room at Trinity College, Dublin.
I was || this close to settling in to help them keep track of the 200K books they have stashed away there. (And Good Lord, they should join the 21st century and start scanning that collection. If that room goes up in flames, a world of knowledge will be lost. Maybe Bill Gates would subsidize the project. I’d volunteer. …)
What a place.
Heaven.