High Arctic, Greenland and Canada – August/September 2024: Part III

Wednesday 28 August: Devon Island – Sylvia

As we were eating dinner yesterday I was looking out the window and spotted a few killer whales towards the stern of the boat. Unfortunately there weren’t any naturalists around so we didn’t stop for a closer look, which was a shame as the sun was glinting off their dorsal fins beautifully.

I started the day as usual with the stretching class on deck 8. I am enjoying this as a way of preparing for the day ahead. Afterwards we headed for breakfast. We have been asked about the food on board. Breakfast is generally a buffet with a range of fruit, yoghurt and cereal, breads and pastries, cheeses and cold cuts as well as scrambled and boiled eggs, sausage, bacon and some cooked vegetables. You can also order omelettes and eggs cooked to order.

During breakfast we arrived at Dundas Harbour on Devon Island. After the expedition team had scouted the area we suited up and headed down to deck three to board the zodiacs for the short trip to shore. I joined the long hiking group and Roger the photography group.

This area was once a Royal Canadian Mounted Police base and had the remains of their camp – a few run down buildings and a cemetery. It must have been a huge shock to the system for the men who were sent up to this inhospitable place from the cities further south. One of the graves in the small cemetery was from a man who had committed suicide, the other there was less clarity on how he died. Some said he died hunting walrus, others surmised another suicide or perhaps even something more sinister.

My group headed up the hill behind the camp, eventually reaching a point where we could see the ice cap in the distance. We then climbed up another small ridge to get a good view back over the camp and the ship. I have been amazed at the variety and density of the fauna here. With the permafrost the ground is quite spongy. The ground is strewn about with lichen-covered boulders. It is all very picturesque.

We headed back down the ridge to a small tarn, where two red-throated loons were swimming, then made our way back down to join the rest of the group at the old camp, and from there back to the ship for lunch.

Lunch is usually a la carte with several choices but today was a barbecue buffet with burgers and grilled wahoo as well as a range of salads and different toppings for the burgers.

During lunch and the early afternoon we cruised further up Devon island to Cuming Inlet. At 3pm we had another very informative presentation from Wade about the Inuit hunting traditions. He is a very good storyteller and shared some great insights.

I was just getting ready to go to the gym when we had a call over the loudspeaker that a polar bear had been spotted. I kitted up and headed to the observation deck. A thin-looking, probably young male, polar bear was walking slowly along the rocks on the side of the fjord. As with most of the wildlife sightings in the Arctic he was at some distance but I had a great view through the binoculars. A lot of our photos are a bit blurry as they are taken with a zoom lens and then often cropped as well.

After watching for a while I decided to carry on with my gym. I just had just gotten back to the cabin when another call came. Now there are Musk ox. These animals average 285kg and are quite impressive with their shaggy coats. I raced up to the gym and managed to spot them out the window.

I got started with my workout and was interrupted a couple more times – harp seals and then walrus were also spotted. What a great afternoon. And I was happy to be able to see them all and complete my workout.

I have been studiously avoiding the afternoon tea, which is served on the 8th deck observation area. There are always snacks available up there – tea, coffee, chilled and sparkling water, nuts, dried fruit and cookies. The afternoon tea seems to vary – scones, cakes, sandwiches etc.

Just after 6pm we headed back to the Ice Lounge for the recap and briefing for tomorrow. Recap always includes a number of short presentations on things we have seen during the day or that may be of interest. Yesterday one of the naturalists shared about oosiks (walrus penis bones). Today we had short talks about musk ox, the polar bear we had seen today, the part of the Arctic Ocean that we are in today that doesn’t get covered with sea ice, some Inuit food and a few other topics. The recap is always accompanied by cocktails and appetisers and leads up to dinner time.

Dinner is a la carte and is served in the main dining room. There are always three choices for entree, then main options include vegetarian, fish, meat and pasta and there are always steak, chicken and salad available. This is followed by the dessert of the day, or ice cream, sorbet or cheese plate. Tonight I had chilled lobster entree and the vegetarian Poke bowl main. Roger had the roast vegetable and tomato soup and venison loin. We both had the lemon tart. Unfortunately I only remembered to photograph the desert. In general I think the portion sizes are not too large, which is good as there is certainly no shortage of food. This evening we shared our table with one of the cultural ambassadors and his wife and a couple of the staff and had some interesting conversation. It was great to get a bit more insight into the Inuit culture.

After dinner, more excitement. We cruised into Blanket Bay and spotted another polar bear, more walrus and a bowhead whale. It was great to be up in the Observation lounge or on the bridge watching these incredible animals.

All in all a fantastic day!

 

Thursday 29 August: Beechy Island, Radstock Bay – Roger

We are floating just off Beechy Island, with a thick fog surrounding us as Doug gives us a briefing on our trip ashore to visit the grave site of three men from the Franklin expedition of 1845.

Around 1000 hrs we headed out, in groups of 20, over to the island to check out the graves, two from HMS Erebus and one from HMS Terror. The fourth grave is from HMS North Star, which was part of an expedition sent out in 1850 to look for Franklin’s Expedition. There are also many interesting fossils embedded in the limestone rock on the shore.

As the zodiac landed, in light snow, there were armed sentries strategically placed around the grave site just in case a hungry polar bear wanted an easy feed. It’s a rather barren beach with stones ground to shingle over many years. The well-preserved, frozen bodies were exhumed a few years ago to find out why they died. Apart from high lead levels, which were common for the time, the results were inconclusive. Apparently the three bodies were reburied somewhere further south.

It appears that the Franklin expedition was somewhat ill-prepared with too large a group and clothing not suited to the climate. Many expeditions from the US, Europe and Britain perished, through not learning from the Inuits, who wore clothing that was both fur lined and had fur on the outside. They lived in small groups to be able to find sufficient food. This is an extremely harsh and inhospitable environment.

The HMS Northumberland expedition of 1850 was one of the many to come searching for Franklin. They wintered here on Beechy Island. Of the 5 ships joining the expedition, 4 were crushed by ice. A building was erected, a little further down the beach from the cemetery, from the shipwrecked remains, known as Northumberland house.  We could make out its ruins through the fog; apparently there are still hundreds of cans of food that came off the ships stored inside it.

After we were all back on board, with our boots washed and scrubbed to ensure nothing is transferred  to our next landing site (this is something we do after every landing),  we headed back eastward about 30kms, pulling into Radstock Bay. While we were transferring we enjoyed a delicious lunch – vegetable soup and Icelandic Lamb pie, with Linze torte for dessert. 

We stopped just off Cardwell Tower. Here in the 70s a guy had built a hut on top of the tower, which is about 250m high, and from there studied polar bears. The hut is still there. Erland, one of the naturalists, went up and took some photos of it, the hut being in the same state as it was left.

We headed across on the zodiacs, in reasonably heavy snow, to the shingle beach to go and visit the Thule sights, supposedly a one mile walk from the beach. It was in actual fact only a few hundred meters. There are a number of ruins of old Thule winter houses here, built some 1200 years ago. These houses had a tunnel leading in from below and Bowhead whale bones to form the rafters, with reindeer skins thrown over to make the roof. Here they survived the winter before heading off hunting and tenting in the summer.

There are rings in the shingle that run back hundreds of meters from the beach here as the land is raising about a metre every 100 years. This is the result of the glaciers melting and the land raising without the weight of the ice,  the ice having disappeared from this part of the island after the last big ice age. From there Sylvia and a few others went on the ‘long walk’ up a shingle slide onto a ridge and then around the tower, returning back along the beach.

A few million years ago an asteroid hit Devon island about 100kms northeast of here, leaving a crater about 1.6kms wide. The area is now used by NASA to trial Mars vehicles and prepare astronauts for an eventual Mars landing as it is similar terrain to what is expected on the red planet.

Back on board, at 1745 we had the daily round up where Lars, the Inuit from Greenland, gave a great presentation on how tasty the various hunted foods are. This was followed by a presentation from Anne Hedlund, the chief diver on board, who had been out diving and studying the sea life around the coast here. She had some great footage of sea angels consuming sea butterflies, and some jellies with hairs protruding from their clear body propelling themselves through the water.

We enjoyed another delicious dinner and some more great company before heading for an early night to catch up on some sleep.

Friday 30 August: Phillpot Island, Baffin Bay – Sylvia

We arrived at Phillpot Island, off the east end of Devon Island, while we were enjoying breakfast. Out the window, with gorgeous orange early morning light, we could see many seals and sea birds in the water around the icebergs that dot this area. A large ice sheet reached all the way to the water off in the distance.

At about 9:30am we suited up and headed out for a zodiac cruise. They have this working like a well oiled machine. The 15 zodiacs can be unloaded and in the water in seemingly no time. We all head down to base camp, and get loaded up to the zodiacs.

The icebergs have fantastic shapes and colours and we cruised around them. The light was quite flat and the photos do not do justice to the vastness of the ice sheet. As we were cruising the cloud lifted a bit and the mountains behind the ice sheet started to appear. This is a truly beautiful place. Several Arctic Terns flew around and landed on the icebergs creating some additional interest. Roger reached over the edge of the zodiac at one stage and hauled in the remains of an iceberg.

Returning to the ship we headed to the Ice Lounge to listen to a presentation from naturalist Carlos Navarro about the polar bear. It was accompanied by some spectacular photographs that he has taken over the years. The males of this magnificent species average about 800kg and the females about 400kg. They are incredible well adapted to living in the polar environment with two layers of hair plus thick blubber. The outer layer of hair is hollow, potentially providing additional insulation and/or assisting with buoyancy. The largest polar bear on record was more than 3.8m tall. They can swim 4-6km/hour and have been seen 400km from the nearest land. They are basically walking noses and can smell the breath of a ring seals some 3km away.

We enjoyed lunch up on the 8th floor observation deck as we slowly cruised to the other side of the island. This area is not charted so we had to take a wide berth. During this time Wade Davis gave an interesting presentation on the history of the European exploration of the northwest passage.

Once we arrived we suited up and headed out for another zodiac cruise. A few walrus were hauled out on some of the icebergs. We also saw (and heard) one of the larger icebergs calve and then roll, which was impressive. We had the two biologists on our zodiac and watched while they collected plankton samples for later analysis back on board the NG Endurance. As we were cruising around, we approached one of the other zodiacs to find some of the ship crew dressed as vikings and polar bears handing out hot chocolate, plain, or laced with various liqueurs. A pleasant treat in the cold afternoon.

Back on board, Roger headed for a massage while I blogged and sorted photos, then we met in the Ice Lounge at 6pm for the daily recap. Today Ralph shared some photos from the trip so far. Along with some more photographic tips, we had a short presentation on the migration of Arctic Terns, a bit about the sea ice we might expect to encounter as we head north, Lars shared some cultural insights and Wade shared an interesting story about knives forged from frozen human faeces. Then Bud provided a brief overview on what we can expect from the next few days.

This evening we had been invited to dine at the Chef’s Table. This is an intimate private dining space for about 20 guests. We are all invited there once during the trip and treated to an incredible 7-course meal. As if that wasn’t enough, hand-made chocolates were waiting for us in our room when we returned after dinner.

Saturday 31 August: Jones Sound, Fram Fjord, Ellesmere Island – Roger

When we woke we were parked up in Fram Fjord, off Jones Sound, at the south end of Ellesmere Island. Surrounded by snow covered mountains, a thin layer of grease ice covered the water. At the end of the sound there is a small hut with a couple of quad bikes outside. Hunters that live at Grise inlet, about 30 miles west of here, leave these here so they can arrive by boat and head off hunting musk ox or polar bears.

After breakfast the kayaks are set up on the port side.  Two by two we head off to explore the sound, pushing easily through the thin layer of ice.

Scouts had been sent out to check out if it was safe to go walking. They had spotted a mob of musk ox over a small ridge, not too far from the shore.

After lunch we were ferried to shore in groups to go for a stroll. Sylvia went off up the valley with the long walk group. I plodded along int he snow covered tundra with the medium group.  The fog had come in again and the musk ox had moved on. Hence we just strolled around on the flats above the water. Sylvia and the group she was with did spot a mob of tiny brown dots grazing about 3 miles distant. We also spotted some arctic fox tracks but that was as good as it got in terms of wildlife.

Tonight we are heading up to spend the night in the starboard igloo, one of two on the top deck at the stern of the boat. Bud warned us at the briefing this evening that we might hear some loud bangs and feel some shuddering as we hit some of the sea ice drifting down from the north through the Nunavut passage towards us. 

After dinner we took the night’s necessities to the starboard igloo. Then it was into the spa pool, with a fantastic view of where we have come from. After cooking in there for a while we headed to the sauna on the port side, where we enjoyed the heat and a fantastic view of the Ellesmere Island.

As we lie here writing this there are some clear skies on the horizon but a layer of cloud above us. We are now just over 76 degrees north.

 

High Arctic, Greenland and Canada – August/September 2024: Part II

Saturday 24 August: Disko Bay – Sylvia

Overnight we continued heading north along the west coast of Greenland. Unfortunately I didn’t sleep that well, despite calm seas. At about 4am I peaked out the window just as we were sailing past some quite large icebergs so I pulled back the curtains to enjoy the view as we sailed past many more of them. The day was overcast and gray and this seemed to make the icebergs even more spectacular with their bright white sometimes tinged with blue or marked with black stripes.

At 7am I joined a fairly gentle hot yoga class in the studio up on deck 8, just as we arrived at the southern end of Disko Island, our destination for the morning’s activities. After a light breakfast we headed to the Ice Lounge for the mandatory briefing on polar bear safety. We are now well into the Arctic so have to be well-prepared.

Initially a walk had been planned this morning but the cloud was too low to get a good look to ensure there were no polar bears around. Instead Lauren, one of the photographic experts on board, shared some tips on taking photographs with a phone camera. Next we all suited up and boarded the zodiacs for a cruise among the icebergs. They are incredibly beautiful with their different shapes and colours. At one point, we got very close to one that is in its final stages of life, all broken into very small pieces. It was fizzing and popping as the carbon dioxide that has been stored inside for thousands of years is released as the ice melts. We also cruised along the coast of Disko island, admiring the columnar basalt that has been built up over years of volcanic eruptions here.

The expedition team had hoped that the fog might clear and we would be able to get out on shore but this was not to be. In fact the fog closed right in. Instead we were treated to an excellent and inspiring talk from Wade Davis on culture. He has been living with different cultural groups all over the world for the last 40+ years and provided incredible insights into the diversity and genius of some of the different cultures, punctuated by some outstanding photographs. He oozes curiosity, empathy and love. I wish I could have heard the same talk 5 times to be able to take it all in.

Later, while we were underway towards the northeast coast of Canada, we heard from Lars Abelson, the Cultural Expert on board. A native Greenlander, he shared about the different migrations of people into Greenland. Then, during the daily recap at 6pm we saw footage from the dive the undersea specialists took yesterday in Sisimut, heard from the biologists on board, who shared more about the work they are doing with diatoms from the phytoplankton, and Lars shared some Greenlandic language. Bud, our Expedition Leader, gave a quick overview of what we can expect tomorrow as we arrive in Canada. We will have the immigration people on board for a bit doing clearance procedures before we have the chance to visit a local Inuit community.

By this time I was too tired for dinner and fell into bed, even though we will gain two hours during the crossing of the Davis Strait. I fully expect to be awake very early tomorrow morning.

Sunday 25 August: Qikiqtarjuaq – Roger

Overnight we steamed, oops electriced, or is it motored, from Disko Island in Greenland towards Baffin Island in Canada. There is a three hour time difference between the two.  The ship is working on a two-hour difference only. Hence we were awake quite early.

We headed to the gym at around 6am to find many others had the same idea so I left Sylvia to it and headed up to the bridge. The bridge is somewhat like a Star Wars set with lots of screens, dials and knobs. There are a couple of big armchairs up the front for the drivers. There are always two people on the bridge, who spend lots of time looking through binoculars for clinkers (small submerged icebergs that hardly break the surface but are very hard). As we cruise along Bud, the expedition leader, informed me that the icebergs we are passing are the size that sunk the Titanic. The radar and sonar pick up the icebergs and the person at the wheel (oops joystick and buttons) adjusts the course to avoid them.

Four diesel generators that power the ship and the ship’s engines

One of the many displays giving the ship’s officers all the details needed to both run and navigate the ship.

The six mile iceberg radar. The commander on the bridge manually steers the ship around these.

The navigation system by which the auto pilot works. Lots of the sea around here is not on digital charts so the old style manual ones are used.

There is a control on each side of the bridge for docking. Interestingly when we stop off shore they don’t drop an anchor but push a button and the ship is held to within 0.8 of a meter using the props and thrusters. This is called dynamic positioning and avoids any damage to the sea bed.

The docking control. There is one of these on each side of the ship.

Model of the propellor pod. There is one of these on each side of the ship and there are also two bow thrusters. These support dynamic positioning of the vessel.

There is a blue and yellow screen that plots the depth and course of everywhere the ship goes. This system is called Olax and is used by hundreds of ships world wide. All the info is fed back into it and it is gradually charting the uncharted waters of the world. Many of the waters in this area do not appear on digital charts so the courses are plotted manually. They even have a kit they can put on the Zodiacs to plot stuff closer to the shore.

The OLAX system

Icebergs calve off the glaciers on the west side of Greenland, many from around Disko Island. The warm currents coming up from the Atlantic take them north up the west side of Greenland. They are then picked up by the cold currents coming from the Arctic and taken down the east coast of Canada.

During the morning we had a great presentation from Ralph Lee Hopkins, The National Geographic Photography Expert. He share some great tips and showed some of the impressive photos he has already taken on this trip. At one point while he was speaking we passed quite close to a large iceberg.

Late morning we arrived off Qikiqarjuaq and waited for the arrival of Canadian immigration who had flown in. It was late afternoon when we finally received clearance for the ship and mounted the Zodiacs to head into town.

On arrival we were guided up to the town hall for a welcome. One of the elders lit an oil lamp in a soapstone bowl as a traditional welcome. Speeches were made and then a couple of women did some throat singing, which was definitely interesting. The different sounds they made were quite impressive.

After this we went for a stroll through town and up to an observation point. All the buildings are built off the ground to stop the heat from the building melting the permafrost, which would cause the foundations to collapse. Lots of ATVs and pick-up trucks raced around the streets and the people we passed were very friendly. We headed up to a lookout point then back to the beach. On the way back I ducked down a side street to check out a polar bear skin we had seen from the ship.

Soon after returning to the ship it was dinner time, at which we, once again, enjoyed the company of some pleasant, interesting people. With 102 passengers and 102 crew on board we are now sailing to the northeastern end of Baffin Island.

Monday 26 August : At Sea off Baffin Island – Sylvia

We woke this morning after a fairly good night’s sleep. I did notice a bit of rolling at one point but generally the passage has been fairly calm. I headed for the stretching class at 7am before meeting Roger and heading to breakfast. We then spent a bit of time on the bridge, scanning the horizon and marvelling at the variety of icebergs as we continued north.

At 9:30 we headed to the Ice Lounge where Peter, one of the cultural ambassadors on board, shared a presentation about the Thule Inuit people. Then Jonathon Fuhrmann gave a very informative lecture on glaciers. The lounge is incredibly well set up with screens all around to ensure we all have good visibility to whatever is being presented.

After another delicious lunch – today I opted for the Icelandic fish and chips – and a short break for digestion purposes, we headed to the gym. It is not huge but well kitted out. At 2:30pm Dan Odess, one of the Nauralists, presented another fascinating lecture with more details about the archaeological history of the Arctic. The people who have lived in this area over thousands of years have been incredibly hardy. It is definitely not a hospitable area. For the first time on any of these cruises, I opted to listen and watch on the TV in my room as I was a little hot sweaty after the gym.

The sailing has been smooth. Most of the time we have been able to see Baffin Island in the distance. Icebergs of varying sizes, shapes and colours floated past, and we have been followed by a variety of sea birds including Norther Fulmars, Glaucous Gulls, Arctic Terns and Thick-Billed Murres.

Later in the afternoon we reached Buchan Gulf at the northeastern end of Baffin Island. What a magnificent sight as we cruised slowly past towering cliffs, streaked with red from the pyrite. Glaciers hung precipitously from the mountain tops, some reaching all the way to the water line. It was hard to tear our eyes from the views, even while eating dinner. The photos really don’t do this place justice.

We headed up to the top deck again after dinner to soak up more of the views, Roger in his shorts and jandals, while the rest of us donned multiple layers, hats, gloves and parkas. Just as we were about to head down to bed a narwhal was spotted in the distance. Honestly, I could just make out a speck and the ripple of movement on the water but nice to know they are around.

Tuesday 27 August: Buchan Gulf, Baffin Island – Roger

Bud’s slow drawl sparked over the PA at 0540 as narwhals had been spotted from the bridge. We had slowly worked our way up to the end of the Buchan Gulf last night. Heading to one of the forward decks we spotted the narwhals surfacing close to the steep cliffs that line the fjord. The size of the cliffs made them look quite close; in reality they were a kilometre away. Not surprising we couldn’t see the narwhals too well.

After breakfast we headed out on the kayaks for a paddle around the bay. On several occasions we saw the narwhals briefly break the surface, just enough to take in air, before heading for the depths again. We paddled over to a nearby waterfall, seeing many more narwhals break the surface around us.

Back on board we ate lunch as the ship made its way back towards the fjord entrance. We stopped in Feachem Bay and, after the expedition team had scouted the area, we boarded the zodiacs for a run ashore.

We chose the long hike option, along with some 15 others. Lead by Erland Folstad, a former Svaallbard policeman, we headed up past some old Inuit houses, which had been constructed by digging a hole with a tunnel below the floor level as an entrance to keep the cold out. Reindeer skins, sewed in such away they are waterproof, are put over a frame to make the roof.

Recently laid polar bear and arctic fox tracks put Erland on the alert as he lead the way up the nearby ridge with his 308 Tikka Rifle on his back and flare pistol on his belt. The idea being if a polar bear comes too close, the flare is fired first to try and scare him off. To date none of the guides have had to shoot a bear.

As we wandered up the ridge we had a good view looking back over the bay. On reaching the top of the ridge about 130m above the bay, we looked down on a tarn, watching a flock of Barnacled Geese (Canadian Geese) land. We followed another ridge back down to the shoreline where, on the beach, there were old gin traps and other materials lying around.

Around 4.30pm we headed back to the ship and soon set sail in the mist for Devon Island. Just now we are around 71 degrees North.

 

 

 

High Arctic, Greenland and Canada – August/September 2024: Part I

Monday 19 August – Roger

Arriving at Auckland International Airport, we picked up our boarding passes. Yes – no bags to check as we are travelling again with just carry on. We stopped at the Duty Free pick up to collect a new Nikon 28 to 400 lens. With our new Nikon Z7ii being a full frame camera, this lens should work for photographing most wild life. That’s assuming I can remember how to use it; the technology in these things is getting more and more complicated.

Just after 1230 we were in the air and on the 16+ hour journey to Qatar. The business class section is well designed, particularly in the centre rows, where there is a partition that drops down with the seats becoming a double bed. If travelling as a group or family one can open a partition up to the next row of seats. Good for keeping the brats under control.  A few chapters of a book and seven movies later we landed in Qatar.

With over a hundred thousand people passing through this airport every day it is always busy. We headed to the first class lounge for a shower and then to the restaurant for an a-la-carte dinner. Not only is this place spacious but it has a high standard of food and service. I went for a stroll at one stage to get some new compression stockings, which were a bit hard to find in my size. I had clocked up 3kms when I finally returned to the lounge with the mission accomplished. We had managed to book a quiet room for the last four hours of the 10 hour stopover. This was like a luxury hotel room with twin beds, crisp white sheets and an ensuite bathroom.

It was daylight when we boarded the business class bus for the several kilometre journey to the plane. With a sign on the side of the bus calling out the bus team’s mission: “COBUS – performance, purpose, passion” it delivered us to the right aeroplane. Quite an extortionate task with the distance, traffic and number of aircraft we passed on the way.

In the air we headed northwest over Baghdad and Mosel, then across Turkey to the Black Sea. Looking at the flight map the route was to cross the Black Sea and over Crimea, passing just east of Odessa and across Kyiv. Thinking ‘that looks a bit interesting’, I paid attention, only to find that as we crossed Turkey the route changed, taking us more to the east across the Black Sea then up the east side of Romania.

Landing in Oslo we just had time to grab a bite at the lounge before boarding the IcelandAir flight to Reykjavik. A 50 minute taxi ride over the rather uninteresting volcanic plains, and we arrived at the Grand Hotel, well ready for an early night and some decent sleep.

Wednesday 21 August: Reykjavik- Roger

After a leisurely breakfast we headed out on a large comfortable bus along with a number of others, mainly from the US, that will be joining us on the tour of Greenland.

First stop was the Perlan Museum. Originally a number of hot water tanks which provided heating to local homes and businesses, some of the tanks have been turned into a museum. We headed up to the fifth floor cafe, where breakfast was again being served. We strolled around the observation deck which provides great views over Reykjavik. It must be impressive on a fine day, but unfortunately the weather today was pretty gray, drizzly and cold. We headed to a planetarium style theatre back on the first floor, where a spectacular 30-minute video about the northern lights was played. Next, in another auditorium, a video on the many local volcanos played. We then watched a short video on the glaciers, followed by a walk through an ice cave. At minus 10 degrees, this was well done and quite realistic.

After looking at some interesting displays on the animal, bird, fish and insect life in Iceland, it was back on the bus for a short trip to Nautholi restaurant for a tasty 3 course lunch, including the local Atlantic Cod, a very tasty fish.

A short bus tour of the downtown part of this small, young city returned us to the hotel around 3 pm. We had a quiet afternoon, catching up and resting before joining the rest of the guests and the crew of the National Geographic Endurance for a quick briefing on hat to expect tomorrow when we head to Greenland.

Thursday 22 August: Reykjavik to Kangerlusssuaq – Sylvia

We slept pretty well again last night and are slowly recovering from our jet lag. We were up early for breakfast and then had some time to catch up on things before our first excursion. The Grand Hotel Reykjavik certainly wouldn’t be anywhere near the list of top hotels I’d recommend. Unfortunately we haven’t been able to get internet in our room despite numerous requests to reception. The water temperature in the shower is extremely variable and the breakfast is fairly average. On the plus side,  the bed at least has been comfortable and at the end of the day that was important. We have spent a bit of time sitting in the reception area so we could catch up on emails and news etc.

At 10:15 we boarded the coach for the short drive to the Iceland national museum. Our local guide is one of those who seems to feel a need to talk. My highlight was when he explained that a female or male staff member at the museum would give us a briefing….

The museum does a good job of showcasing the history of this country from the initial settlement by Vikings in about 870 AD, through until the end of the 20th century. Initially the country was pagan, worshipping Thor and other Viking gods. After about 130 years it became nominally Christian after a committee meeting agreed that the country would be publicly Christian but individuals could continue to practice their pagan religion privately. Later, the Lutherans arrived with their preaching of hellfire and brimstone and this became the dominant religion. It must have been a pretty tough life for the early settlers. The climate here is pretty harsh and there have been numerous volcanic eruptions, plagues and famines.

We explored the different exhibits for a couple of hours then back on the bus and back to the hotel for a buffet lunch. After lunch we were back on the coach, heading to Keflavik airport, the main international airport in Iceland, about 45 mins from Reykjavik, to check in for the charter flight to Kangerlussuaq. The check in was painless and we made it through security with plenty of time to spare… lots of hurry up and wait as is normal with travel these days.

It was an easy flight just over two hours to Kangerlussuaq. This is the main airport in Greenland, originally built by the US airforce. It is about 120 miles inland at the end of a long fjord, apparently to be more sheltered from the weather.

Another bus took us for a short drive to the small floating dock, where we boarded zodiacs to take us to the National Geographic Endurance, which will be our home for the next 23 days. It was a remarkably efficient process but I was happy that it was not too cold, especially as we hadn’t yet received our parkas. It must be a bit challenging if the weather is not so good.

We checked out our parkas and rented boots for size, attended the mandatory lifeboat drill and had a light buffet dinner. After dinner we explored this beautiful ship. She is absolutely stunning with some gorgeous lounge spaces and a bridge that looks like it would be right at home on the Star Ship Enterprise. It is so good to have free access to the bridge on these trips. From the bridge, we watched as all our luggage arrived in a container on a barge and was then rapidly unloaded and distributed to the cabins. After unpacking and getting settled in it was nice to settle in for the night.

We have already met some very interesting people among the other guests. By far the majority are from the US, many are retired, and all seem to be very well-travelled.

Friday 23 August: Sisimut – Roger

It’s early morning when the ship finishes its 120km journey down the Kangerlussuaq fiord and slips into the Labrador Sea for the journey up the coast to Sisimut. I had woken at 0300 and not really gone back to sleep. At 0730 I headed to the gym for a short exercise program. The gym is at the stern of the boat with great views. There is a yoga room and a spa on the deck above.

We headed for a late breakfast then off to a briefing  and introduction to the huge range of experts travelling as part of the National Geographic team. One in particular is Wade Davis, who has written ±25 books, some of which have been turned into movies. Many of the people, including naturalists, photographers, divers, geologists and scientists have been associated with Lindblad and National Geographic for over 30 years. There is even a professor and a PhD student from Finland excited to be here studying phytoplankton.

Around noon we crossed into the Arctic Circle and then arrived at Sisimut. There was another boat at the wharf so we waited in mid-harbour. After enjoying a rather nice lunch of cauliflower soup followed by swordfish we pulled alongside the wharf at 2pm.

Hopping on the bus I get the impression there is only one in town. We headed to ‘Dog Town’ on the edge of the main town. With a population of around 22,000, the town had a dog problem with the some 1000 plus Greenlandic dogs roaming the streets and living among the houses. Around 20 years ago they moved the dogs to the edge of town, put in some kennels and tied up the dogs letting the young pups run loose. These dogs came from Siberia around 1,000 years ago and have been used as sled dogs ever since. During winter many sled races take place all over the country. It is illegal to import a dog into Greenland north of the arctic circle to prevent cross breeding of these unique dogs.

From dog town we took a stroll up a shingle road, which leads back to Kangerlussuaq. This is the famed Arctic Circle trek, a walk of about 150km with significant changes in elevation that usually takes walkers 8-10 days to complete. The record for the shortest time was recently broken and now stands at about 32 hours. There are no roads between towns in Greenland. All travel is done by plane, helicopter or boat. This is the only connecting route between two towns. They have been working for a number of years to make it accessible for ATVs but it seems that is still many years away. The terrain here is pretty unforgiving.

After climbing a small hill on the road we then headed back to the bus, which dropped us off in the town centre. From there we strolled back to the boat after checking out some local food: snow crab caribou, salted cod and capelin.

Everywhere one looks here there is another photo opportunity. It’s really a picturesque place. After a chat with some local kids we wandered back to the boat.

Early evening we had cocktails in the Ice Lounge with an address from the captain. He explained that the NG Endurance is a Polar Code PC5 Ice class vessel. (There is only one passenger boat that has a higher class.) It has pod type drives that can be turned 180 degrees to back the ship out of trouble should it get stopped in the ice. Let’s hope we get to experience that.

We enjoyed a dinner with two other extremely well-traveled couples, like many of the guests on this expedition.

Mediterranean Cruise Oceania Marina – Part III: Santa Cruz de la Palma to Lisbon and Home

Monday 10 June: Santa Cruz de la Palma: Roger

After another night of smooth sailing we arrived at Santa Cruz de la Palma. La Palma is another volcanic island; with its base 4000m under the sea and rising to over 2400m and with sea clouds giving it plenty of rain, it has a good supply of fresh water flowing for the cultivation of many crops. With a population of ±85,000, bananas and tourism are its main sauce of income. Since 1470 there have been 8 volcanic eruptions on the island, the last in 2021. One can see by the size of the drains here they get some big rains.

We had decided to have a relaxing day, spending most of our time on board, only wandering into town for a couple of hours late morning. The centre of town has cobbled streets, and lots of shops, pubs and nice old buildings.

At the northeast end of the town is a replica of Cristopher Columbus’ ship Santa Maria, which houses a naval museum. It has an interesting collection of memorabilia from the 1400s onwards. The Germans had submarines based here during WWII  even though Spain was supposedly neutral. A life jacket is on display from a British pilot, John Carr, who, after running out of fuel, splashed down in the sea after the carrier he had taken off from was sunk by a German submarine. He was rescued by some fisherman when he washed up on the island, eventually making has way to Gibraltar and getting back into the fight again. 

The museum also highlights the various raids of pirates on the island – at one point a major hazard for those living here.

There is an old fort at the waterfront and like the other islands there have been a few scraps here including an invasion by the French after which a few locals banded together and sent them packing.

During the 1500’s it was the one of the busiest ports in the world, as traders stopped here on the way to and from the Caribbean and the Americas. Tobacco seeds were bought here from Cuba and the island still  produces cigarettes and cigars.

As we wandered back along the waterfront the emergency services were packing up after a static display, including army, police, ambulance, search and rescue, and the fire service.

Back on board we enjoyed a long relaxing lunch and a relaxing afternoon. Just after 1700 again we headed out to sea. There is now quite a strong wind blowing so the smooth sailing may be over. We opted to try out the room service and enjoyed a delicious dinner from Jacques, the first of the specialty restaurants we had eaten at, while watching an old Western on the TV.

 

Tuesday 13 June – Madeira: Sylvia

After a very quiet day yesterday we were back into full touring mode. After a quiet and relaxing light breakfast in the main dining room, we met our guide (from Guide Madeira) for a full day tour of the island. While it has similarities to the Canary Islands, Madeira is much more fertile and has a real charm about it. We quickly decided that this was our favourite stop of the cruise.

Our first stop, a little west of Funchal, was the small fishing village of Camara de Lobos. Winston Churchill spent time painting in this village after WWII and we took the obligatory photos with his statue before wandering around the town. Fishermen apparently pray at the small ornate church close to the harbour before heading out to sea. Once they come back, after a week or so fishing, they sit around in one of the squares playing cards.

There is a festival coming up and the town was festooned with lots of decorations made from recycled trash. There is a permanent installation of a sea lion on the wall by the harbour, again made out of recycled junk. I found this super clever.

Driving a little further westward, we arrived at Riberia Brava, another small fishing village. This one has a really attractive church in the centre. We had a Quick Look at the fruit and vegetable market, did a spot of souvenir shopping, and Roger even had a couple of cups of coffee before we moved on.

Like in Tenerife, the road infrastructure on this small island is super impressive. There is a vast network of tunnels that makes it fairly easy to get around the rough, volcanic terrain. Again, the roads are well maintained and lined with concrete blocks.

We headed north, over the mountains to the other side of the island. It had been lovely and warm and sunny but as we gained altitude the clouds rolled in and the temperature dropped. We stopped in the Chao de Louros Picnique, a picnic spot in the Laurel forest. Our guide had very kindly packed some local bananas and a rather delicious local specialty of Madeira spice and honey cake for us to have for morning tea.

We arrived at Sao Vicente on the north side of the island, where a small chapel has been built into the rock. In the town we visited Justino’s Madeira wines, inside a beautiful stone building, where we tasted three different types of Madeira wine, 3, 5 and 10 years old. Then Dave and Roger each tried the local poncha, a drink made with fresh fruit, sugar cane, honey and rum. Roger had the traditional regional citrus one and Dave had one with passion fruit.

Heading west again, we reached the small town of Seixal, with its very narrow streets leading down to the ocean, a black sand beach and the first of several natural lava swimming pools we would see. At one point people had made lots of little piles of stones on the rocky beach.

We continued further west stopping to look at the different pools, with varying degrees of naturalness. At Porto Moniz, the busiest area, it would feel like swimming in a goldfish pond there were so many tourists wandering around taking photos (including us). And the last pool was man made rather than natural.

We headed back east, passing several tall narrow waterfalls, and stopping for lunch at the Cataplana restaurant, where we tried the local bread (delicious) and Dave sampled local specialties of limpets (chewy) and the beef skewered with laurel (very tasty).

Lunch over we headed back south to the sunny side of the island, where we stopped at a glass viewing platform 580m above the sea. This provided great views over the coast back towards the city of Funchal, where we had docked this morning.

It was time to head back, to make our all aboard time. We had one last brief stop for Dave and Roger to take photos with the statue of Ronaldo before heading back on board. We were all still pretty full from our late lunch so settled in for some R&R before attending the very good show, Dancing Fool at 9:15pm, followed by a salute from the crew. It was quite impressive to see many of the crew filing on stage… it is no wonder the food is so good when you see the number of chefs on board… they made quiet a site in their chefs’ hats. As we left the theatre, the crew were all lined up on either side of the hallway applauding us!

 

Wednesday 12 June – At Sea: Roger

Surprisingly after heading to bed last night in what were quite strong winds we woke having had a relatively smooth nights sailing. I chatted to a guy at the bar last night, who is the cooking instructor on the boat, who told me that when crossing the Atlantic a few weeks ago the sea was so rough he had to cancel 3 days of classes. We have been really lucky with very little rolling on board through the whole cruise.

Today is a sea day and night as we make the last leg to Lisbon in Portugal. After a late, light breakfast we headed to the Horizon room on deck 14, where Sylvia and Debbie were having another crack at the line dancing. Me, the spectator for just long enough to take a couple of pictures as the instructor called the steps and the participants went mostly in the right direction.

 

There is a great view out the front of the ship from this lounge. Photos taken as I headed to the gym to try and burn off some of the excess food consumed over the past few days.

We had a light lunch and spent the afternoon relaxing in the cabin.

Later at the bar I chatted to a couple of nice blokes from Florida, one of which showed me photos of his massive camper bus he travels around the US in.

Dinner was back at Polo Grill, favoured for its great steaks, seafood and variety of tasty deserts. 

 

Thursday 13 June – Embarkation, Lisbon: Sylvia

We arrived in Lisbon at about 7am this morning and had to be out of our rooms by 8. We had been scheduled to disembark at 8:455 so met Dave and Debbie for our last breakfast on board at 8am in the Terrace cafe. Unfortunately the pilot had been late coming on board so everything was delayed. We were quite relaxed, enjoying a long, leisurely breakfast and a chat, but many people were obviously anxious to get off as we had repeated announcements from the Cruise Director suggesting we didn’t need to all be queueing in the atrium. I also felt bad for the crew who already have a lot to do on a change over day. We eventually disembarked just before 11am.

We caught a Uber to our hotel and dropped our bags off before heading out to explore the city. We headed first to the Belem Tower, not realising it was a holiday here and a few of the attractions, including the tower, would be closed. No matter, we enjoyed wandering along the water front, past the huge explorer monument and the Jeronimo Monastery (also closed), where we collected our Lisboa Passes (tickets that provided access to all the attractions plus public transport). We then headed to Pasteis de Belem, famous for its Portuguese egg tarts. There was a bit of a queue for a table inside so we headed to the takeaway line and bought some tarts and bottled water and sat in the nearby botanic gardens to eat them.

Back in an Uber, we headed up the hill to Castelo de Sao Jorge, This is a pretty large castle overlooking the oldest part of Lisbon. It was fun to wander around the ramparts while enjoying the view. A partly white peacock wandered around quite unperturbed by the throngs of visitors.

After exploring the castle, we wandered down the narrow streets, back towards town, stopping briefly at the main square and again at the Pink Street to take photos. We headed to Time Out, a huge indoor, gourmet food court that was absolutely buzzing. After waiting and hovering, we eventually nabbed a few seats as some diners left and then took turns choosing and ordering our lunches. It was a difficult choice with the different stalls selling many local delicacies. I eventually settled on a Portuguese steak sandwich, which was delicious. Deb and I then finished our lunches with a couple of extremely delicious eclairs, one salted caramel and one passion fruit and raspberry, which we shared. YUM!

Lunch over, we grabbed another Uber and headed to Campo Ourique, the starting point for the famous No 28 tram. The older, traditional model trams run on this line winding their way through the narrow cobblestone streets. We were able to get some seats at the back of the tram and enjoyed a different way to see the city.

When we were in Barcelona we had done a bit of shopping at a Decathlon sports store and Dave was keen to find another ne here so this became our last stop for the day. Roger tried out a computerised machine that measured his feet, and asked a few questions about the type of shoes one wanted. He was very pleasantly surprised when the recommended shoes fit him perfectly – they are now in his suitcase.

We headed back to the hotel and up to the rooftop bar to relax and rehydrate before retiring for a quite evening of catching up and blog writing.

 

Friday 14 June – Lisbon to London: Roger

After a relaxing night at the Porto Bay Liberdade hotel, we headed by Uber back to the Jeronimo’s Monastery a National Archeological site. It had been closed yesterday. Sylvia and I had been here in 2019 but thought we had only visited the church part. As we joined the 130m plus line we were looking forward to taking a look through the rest of this huge, ornate building. After over an hour in the queue we finally entered the building to discover we had been to this small part of it before; the majority of the place is closed to the public. Curious as I am to see it I don’t think I will be joining the local priesthood any time soon, or later for that matter.

We headed back to the hotel, then to the airport and onto an Air Portugal flight to London. The big thing here is sardine shops, of which there are many very well presented ones, including at the airport. Immigration and customs in London now are pretty much a walk through with everything electronic – the US could learn a few lessons here. Unlikely I know.

An hour and a half in a van and we arrived at Sylvia’s favourite Charlotte St hotel in Fitzroy, Central London. Here we were joined by Dave’s son Luke and his wife Ashley, who are living in London and enjoying experiencing travel around Europe.

Over dinner we heard about their recent trips to Majorca and other places, while enjoying a nice meal.

Saturday we fly back to NZ.

Mediterranean Cruise Oceania Marina: Part II – Casablanca to Santa Cruz de Tenerife

Thursday 6 June – Casablanca: Roger

At 0800 we disembarked the ship on the port side. On arrival at  Casablanca the ship  turned around just outside the port and backed in. We strolled through the customs area unchallenged as the ship takes care of all the immigration side of things. We just had to show our passports briefly.

Outside we were met by our guide Abderrahim and his driver. We headed through the busy streets of this city of 6 million onto a motorway heading northeast along the coast to the capital Rabat. Passing the king’s palace we arrived at Hassan Mosque. Built in the 12th century by Abu Youssef Yaacoub al Mansour, it was at the time one of the three largest Mosques in the world, one of which was in Spain. In the 15th century a large earthquake demolished it, the minaret which was never finished still stands. At the west end of the site is a mausoleum that was built as a resting place for king Mohamed VI. As we arrived a rather sloppy changing of the guard took place with the group of six soldiers not even marching in step. A man sat at the end of the chamber reading the Koran. I asked what happens when he gets to the end, “ he says a prayer and starts again”

From the steps we looked down to a large modern theatre and across to a very tall building just being finished that no one knows what it is for.

We drove through the streets, passing some more palaces, stopping at the kasbah, a walled city with lots of white buildings behind the pinkish walls. Built also around the 12th century, some descendants of the original family’s still live there. Now with lots of little shops, picturesque doors and outdoor cafes and some nice gardens it is a tourist attraction. The west end of the fort overlooks the Bou Regreg (river) with cannons defending the entrance of this navigable river.

Visit over we headed back to Casablanca, firstly visiting the Houbous quarter. There we entered a mosaic tiled passageway to a bakery with a large selection of Moroccan delights. After purchasing a few nibbles we headed across the alley to the bake house, which contained this huge oven where the baker used a long paddle to place and extract a large variety of bakery and meats all cooking together.

Wandering through a few alleys we came across an area where locals were selling second hand goods to each other; lots of shouting was going on in what seemed like an auction.

Next was an olive market where there were more varieties of olives than I had ever imagined. A few more alleys and it was back in the van for a tour down the coast and through some upmarket areas. We passed the building where Churchill, Roosevelt and DeGaulle met in early 1942 for the planning of operation Torch, which took place in November of that year.

Finally we visited the huge Hassan II Mosque. Work commenced on this building in 1986; at a cost of 585 billion euros it was completed in 1993. The building can cater for 25,000 worshippers with men in the main hall and woman on balconies above at each side. A further 80,000 worshipers can pray on the large cobbled grounds outside. Underneath there are large fountains where worshipers can cleanse themselves before praying. The place is huge but only the 14th biggest mosque in the world.

I don’t think even the photos will do justice to the uniqueness and size of this place with its 20,000 square meter footprint and  210 meter Minaret, complete with laser light pointing to Mecca. It was paid for by a tax levy placed on all purchases at the time, as well as donations and loans from European countries.

After being dropped back to the boat we had a snack and soon were at sea again. We headed up to the top deck and attempted to play pickle ball. With quite a breeze blowing and the ship heading into it at 16 knots it was rather difficult but did give us a lot of laughs.

We opted for a light casual dinner and a quiet evening to round out the day.

 

Friday 7  June – Agadir: Sylvia

We had a leisurely start to the day today, heading to the gym at about 8, then meeting Debbie and Dave for breakfast. We docked in Agadir at about 9am. It was impressive to watch the manoeuvring. We came in now first, then swung around to port and using bow and stern thrusters parked perfectly against the wharf, using ropes on winches to close the last few metres. A large white mas ah stands on the top of the hill along with two incongruous looking planes with their noses pointing out over the cliff edge – no, they have not overshot the runway, they are there as a novelty type of restaurant!

At 11 we headed down to deck 5 and disembarked, meeting our taxis and 9 other guests for the short transfer to a camel riding place just out of town. I had arranged this as the other three had never ridden camels before and were keen to have a go.

Agadir was almost completely destroyed by an earthquake in 1960 and has pretty much been rebuilt from scratch since then. It is clean and seems modern compared with the rest of the country with mostly 4-5 storey buildings, painted white and embellished in different ways. The king has two palaces in the city, including one massive one near our destination, but apparently he hasn’t been here in about 7 years.

When we arrived we were met and kitted out in traditional Moroccan dress and headwear, before mounting our camels. They start kneeling and when they stand up it is quite a rocking motion. Our ‘camel saddles’ had almost handlebars in the front for us to hold on to. We were tied to each other and proceeded caravan style for about an hour, passing the king’s palace, with guards spaced at regular intervals – happy to wave as we went past. A large, very green golf course on the left looked incongruous in the dry sandy area. Eventually we arrived at the river, quite close to the coast. Apparently they often have flamingoes here but not today. After a brief stop and more photo taking we headed back the way we had come. The young camel wranglers were quite hilarious, keeping up a bright pattern, regularly checking to make sure we were all okay and taking lots of photos of us with our phones or cameras. Debbie was at the back of the caravan and had a young ‘trainer’ camel tied behind her. She would get quite nervous anytime a car came past and nuzzled up to Debbie, sometimes even putting her head in Debbie’s lap, causing quite a bit of amusement.

Arriving back where we started, we dismounted and were offered a refreshing mint tea.

We had decided that we wanted to visit the Souk el Had, a large market primarily frequented by the locals. The driver gave us some story about it being closed for prayers and took us first to a Berber Artisinal bazaar and then to an Argan oil factory. Both were interesting enough and Debbie and Dave bought a few trinkets and a beautiful necklace. Eventually we made it to the soul and wandered around. It is massive! We only saw a small part of it before we decided we had had enough and returned to the boat.

We are quite enjoying the decadent afternoon teas on board (sort of like a late, light lunch), although Roger is preferring to go the cigar bar and have a G&T and a cigar instead.

We spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing, then headed to Red Ginger, the Asian specialty restaurant on board for our dinner at 7:30. It is incredible on this ship to have so many different specialty restaurants. And they are all excellent. We all enjoyed a very good Asian inspired meal, then spent some time relaxing in the Executive lounge and chatting with  a few other cruisers before retiring for the evening.

One thing I have not mentioned on the blog before is our stateroom. We had opted for a Penthouse Suite and it is fantastic, about 8m by about 5m with a balcony about 1.5m by 5m. We have a large bathroom with a very roomy shower and even a walk in wardrobe! We have a butler, Ram, and two very friendly room stewards who keep the place absolutely spotless.

 

Saturday 8 June – Areciffe, Lanzarote: Roger

After another night of smooth sailing heading southwest, we arrived at the Spanish island of Lanzarote. We sat on the back deck enjoying another great breakfast as the ship cruised into the harbour, reversed the engines to bring us to a stop, then did its normal spin around in its own length and sidled up to the wharf using its powerful bow and stern thrusters.

After breakfast we disembarked and headed to the carpark to meet Justo, from Vulcan Bikes here on the island, our mountain bike guide for the day. Heading into the centre of the island we parked up and Justo extracted and assembled the electric, full-suspension mountain bikes from the back of the van. We rode along a rough track for several kilometres, passing many wine growing farms –  note I have not called them vineyards as each plant grows as a bush, mainly in a little pit surrounded by stone walls to protect them from the island’s vicious winds. It seldom rains here. All the houses are painted white to reflect the sun; their nearly flat roofs collect what little rain there is and store the water in large stone tanks.

A bit of history: The eruption of several volcanos created the island some 15 million years ago. Around 1000 BC the Majos tribe of the Guanches in Africa arrived, living in caves dressed in animal skins as Stone Age people. It wasn’t until the 14th century when Genoese navigator Lancelotto Malocello came across the island that he named it Lanzarote after himself.

The Castilian Crown granted the lordship of Lanzarote and the neighbouring islands of Fuerteventura and El Hierro to nobleman Diego de Herrera in 1454, and it would remain a feudal system under him until 1812. Despite Spanish claims to the islands, they would continue to be attacked by French, Moroccan and British pirates.

The following centuries were marked by instability, crisis and drought. If life wasn’t hard enough on Lanzarote, nature would intervene and make it worse: from 1730 to 1736, the island was hit by a series of massive volcanic eruptions. For six years ash and lava spewed from Timanfaya and other volcanoes. This blocked the sunlight, covered up to a quarter of the island and destroyed some 11 villages. Much of Lanzarote’s archaeological remains were buried under the eruptions.

The event forced mass emigration of Lanzarote’s inhabitants to Cuba and the Americas, but those who remained would find that the eruptions had left rich and fertile volcanic soil behind. After a few years, the island stabilised again and the city of Areciffe began to gain political and economic importance. Its port made it a hub for commercial activity, and in 1852 it was named the new capital of the island. By this point, feudalism had ended and the Canary Islands had been designated a single Spanish province.

As we rode along, Justo explained how the rich black fertile soil absorbs the moisture from the high humidity at night into the wine pits and the black soil some how stops it evaporating during the day supplying moisture to the plants. From the photos you will see the traditional circular stone walls that surround each plant . The modern way is to build the walls in straight lines so machines can be used to cultivate the ground and harvest the grapes. It still intrigues me how man is able to adapt to growing crops in the many different environments that we have seen in various parts of the world.

Drinking water is now produced by an oil-fired desalination plant and most of the power by an oil -ired plant. The many wind turbines produce nowhere near enough power to support the islands 140,000 people, let-alone the 2.7 million tourists that visit the island every year.

We stopped at a volcanic cave, which people book out for parties with another smaller adjacent cave to crash in when one has drunk too much.

Just after that I fell off while taking in the vast volcanic scenery. It’s been many years since I rode a bike and never a mountain bike so from that part on I had to concentrate on staying on the bike. Apart from a few kms on a sealed road most of the ±30kms we biked were spent on tracks often with deep volcanic ash on them.

Apart from grapes they grow a number of other crops on black flat cultivated paddocks. Justo did a really good job of pointing out the many volcanos and giving us the history of the island. After completing what was a big circle we arrived back at his van, loaded up the bikes and headed back to the boat for a late lunch, a relaxing afternoon and a quiet dinner on board, followed by a show covering the songs of Peggy Lee.

 

Sunday 9 June – Tenerife: Sylvia

We wanted to make the most of our day in Tenerife so were up fairly early and after enjoying breakfast while the Marina docked, were off the boat by 8am. We had arranged a rental car with Cicar, who have a depot at the end of the port. It was an easy process to pick up the car and we headed out to explore. I had planned out a route that circumnavigated the island with stops at several scenic points.

We headed off on the wide, smooth, 6-lane highway, marvelling that such a small island can have such good roads. The population here is only about 950,000 but they receive about 5 million tourists a year. Like Lanzarote, this is a volcanic island, but much larger, with higher mountains and more vegetation. There are natural water sources on the island too.

Our first stop, after heading south for about 40 minutes, was the Arco de Tajao, an area of desert with lots of rock formations from the erosion over the years, including a large rock arch. Debbie and I stood on top for the mandatory photos, while Dave and Roger admired a large pipeline that crossed the desert nearby.

Back in the car we headed south, then west to Acantilados de los Gigantesque, a picturesque village with stunning views of some giant volcanic cliffs running down to the sea. Large areas of banana plantations stand out, often surrounded by what look like hessian wind-breaks. We stopped for coffee and some postcard shopping at a lovely wee cafe with stunning views of the area.

Next we headed off the main road onto very windy, but extremely well-maintained road up into the volcanic peaks. (We continued to head westward but in a very round-about fashion). The road was lined on both sides almost all the way along with large concrete blocks, painted an apricot colour. They clearly do’t want tourists going over the edge. Again, we marvelled at the cost. While the road was very narrow, there were pull outs at regular intervals to allow for the safe passing of oncoming traffic.

 

 

We were headed for the small village of Masca, which is perched high in the volcanic mountains, surrounded by terraced gardens. The amount of labour that goes into the cultivation of these lands is really inspiring. The landscape is dotted about by huge peaks in all different shapes. Unfortunately there was no parking left at the little village (it is fairly limited) so we drove on, stopping at various points to take photographs.

Eventually we wound our way to the north side of the island, stopping for lunch at Garachico, a picturesque coastal village that has twice been destroyed by volcanic eruptions. The last eruption on the island was about 300 years ago.

Continuing north along the cost, then heading slightly east inland, we headed to the Rural Parc of Anaga, which apparently has the highest density of species per square kilometre of anywhere in Europe. We would our way through some beautiful forest, sometimes creating arches right across the road.

Our last stop, right on the northern end of the island was the Playa de Benijo, a beautiful black sand beach, with lots of rock formations that reminded us a bit of the Great Ocean Road in Australia, only in a different colour. Dave enjoyed some body-surfing in the water while Debbie and I sat and watched, enjoying the warmth of the sun. Unfortunately Roger has been plagued by some extreme pain so he sat in the car.

We then headed eastward and arrived back at the port just after 5. It was a great way to see the island.

This evening we had dinner at Toscana, the last of the four specialty restaurants on board. Roger spent some time being tended to by the medical team on board and was feeling much better when he joined us, a little later but not s much to miss out on a great meal.

Tomorrow, the last of the Canary Islands, La Palma…

Mediterranean Cruise – Oceania Marina: Part I Rome to Gibraltar (Cadiz)

Saturday 1 June – Embarkation: Roger

We had a late relaxing start to the day. After sitting around chatting for a while, we took a stroll around the Fortezza Michelangelo and along the sea wall to Pier 12, where the Oceania cruise liner, Marina, was docked, having arrived early this morning and disembarked the passengers from the previous cruise.  We are joining Sylvia’s sister and husband Dave on this 12 day cruise.

At 238 m in length with a beam of 32m and a draught of 7.3 meters, this boat has a crew of 780 to cater for 1250 passengers. With 16 decks there is plenty of space: deck 5 houses reception, a theatre and a few other things; deck 6 is the Grand restaurant, bars and a casino; decks 7 to 11 are accommodation; decks 12 to 16 are all entertainment related with a pool, bars, restaurants, sports and more. It would be really interesting to have a look below beck 5 and see the inner workings and the ending that drives this floating holiday home.

The boarding process was very well organised and the crew very welcoming. First we headed to our evacuation assembly area on deck 5 where the life boats are for a safety brief. While the rooms were being cleaned we were directed to a restaurant on deck 12 for lunch. Here the selection of food was outstanding with large serveries, which staff stood behind and placed whatever one desired on one’s plate.

After lunch we caught up in our cabin and drank the bottle of complementary bubbles that had been left in the room. After a tour of the ship investigating lots of different places including a mini golf course near the bell on the top deck, lots of restaurants, spa area and swimming pool, we sat at the stern of the boat as we cleared the harbour and headed out into the ocean.

In the evening we headed to the Grand Dining Room where we enjoyed a rather delicious four-course meal. Next we headed to the theatre up the front of deck 5 for an introductory show with some not very good singers followed by a dance act which was a little better.

The day over we headed off to bed.

 

Sunday 2 June – Saint Tropez and Port Grimaud: Sylvia

I woke this morning after the best sleep I have had in a long time. The curtains here must completely block out the light. The room was cool and dark, the bed incredibly comfortable and the gentle rocking motion just topped it off.

We met Dave and Debbie up at the Terrace cafe and after a very leisurely breakfast we headed down to deck 5 and caught a tender into Saint Tropez. It is all very efficient with each lifeboat used as a tender taking about 150 passengers for the ±15 minute ride to the port.

We had decided to walk to ±8kms to Port Grimaud and wandered along, at times side a very busy roadway. Port Grimaud is a gorgeous seaside town with loads of little canals and marinas, and lots of colourfully painted buildings. Today being Sunday, there was a market happening as well. A great place to stroll, browse the shops, eat gelato (beautifully served up looking like an flower) and people watch.

After some time we bought tickets for the water shuttle back to Saint Tropez, and enjoyed some great drinks at a lovely little bar by the water before boarding a funny almost open at both ends boat. This only took us out to the end of the Port Grimaud marina, where we had to get off and get on a larger, more sea-worthy boat for the ±10 minute ride back to Saint Tropez.

After buying some more cigars for Roger, we wandered back to the tender area and headed back to the Marina.

Dave, Debbie and I enjoyed a light lunch while Roger enjoyed a cigar and a G&T. Roger and I then wandered around parts of the ship we hadn’t seen yesterday including an impressive library, barista coffee bar and lovely afternoon tea lounge, complete with strong quartet – will have to try that another day.

We had booked massages so headed up to the spa to enjoy some R&R, in a room with a fabulous sea view, before meeting Dave and Debbie back in the Grand Dining Room at 8pm. Unfortunately it was full so we ended up having dinner at the Terrace Cafe buffet upstairs. It was delicious, but as is often the case with a buffet, we probably ate too much.

We headed back to the main show area for a much better production this evening featuring music from the 50’s and 60’s before retiring for what will hopefully be another good night’s sleep.

 

Monday 3 June – Barcelona: Roger

We wandered down to the grand dining room for breakfast as the ship did a tricky 180 degree turn to berth at the dock.

A short while later, a taxi dropped us at the America’s Cup base, where lots of work is going on to improve the area before the races later this year.

Many statues on the buildings around here are wrapped in nets, maybe someone’s worried they might try to escape, or maybe they’re in poor repair and it’s to stop pieces breaking off and landing on passers by.

We headed up Las Ramblas, then into a local food market. They really know how to display goods in these places; from the meat to lollies the stands are all very attractive.

We wandered a bit further down the street and caught a taxi to the Sagrada Familia. I think the taxi driver may have been related to Gonzales as he spread through the narrow streets. Arriving at the church it was just as ugly as I remember from a visit 10 years ago. And what’s more it’s still not finished a state, as it has been since1882 when construction started. Gaudi, the architect, was hit by a tram in 1926 and died of his injuries. When we were here 10 years ago they told us it would be finished in 10 more years, now they are talking 2026, only 100 years after his death. To be fair, inside the main hall looks pretty much done with its spiral staircases at the southeast end along with an interesting looking spiral staircase and an elevator . Colourful stained glass windows are interesting and give lots of many spectacular colours on the stone as one looks around – too hard for me to describe so hopefully the photos will help tell the story. There is a Darth Vader character overlooking the main auditorium above a large Glory Door. This is a reproduction of the central door on the Glory Façade, the temple’s main façade, which tells the story of humanity and the paths to eternal happiness. The door, created by Josep M. Subirachs, features the text of the ‘Our Father’ in Catalan, surrounded by its central phrase in fifty different languages, as an expression of brotherhood between cultures.

Underneath the cathedral there is a museum to Gaudi, with the story of the many buildings he designed prior to this one, which at one stage when someone gave him a bunch of money he completely redesigned. There is also a picture of the stage the cathedral was at in 2018 and an artist’s impression of what it will be like if ever finished. Large construction cranes are, at present, just starting some new towers. Next we headed up an elevator in the Nativity Tower and then walked across a bridge with some good views across the city. Across the bridge we entered another tower for the 400-plus step journey down. Along the way, through various windows, we got to view of the fruits on top of towers; apparently Gaudi got a lot of inspiration from nature. The best part was the spiral staircase, with a well-worn stone hand rail on the inside.

Back on the ground we took a taxi back into the old town. We stopped in at a tapas restaurant, which just happened to be a Michelin star restaurant in the Ohla Hotel where we had stayed last year. After a rather delicious light lunch we wandered some more narrow streets with many stunningly displayed shop windows.

Back on the ship we enjoyed a high tea at the Horizons Lounge, where a guy played the piano as we ate cakes and drank tea and coffee.

Back in the room we watched the fuel bunker boat, that had been tied up on the starboard side all day, leaving with a pilot being dropped off and a tug on the front as it headed to tie up alongside the next cruise liner. I am always intrigued by the logistics that take place to keep a ship like this at sea.

We finished the day with a delicious meal at Jacques, one of four specialty restaurants and then watching a rather interesting comedy magician show.

 

Tuesday 4 June – At Sea: Sylvia

We had a very leisurely start to the day, meeting Debbie and Dave in the Terrace Cafe for a light breakfast at 9:30. After this, Debbie and I joined the line dancing group up on the 15th floor and had a bit of a giggle, while at the same time getting a bit of exercise. We then met up with the guys on the very top deck and played a round of putt putt golf. Unbelievably, after 18 holes we all ended up with the exact same one-over par score. This is despite me being 5 under par after the first 9!

We are cruising down the coast of Spain, probably some 20-or-so kms from the shore. So today has largely been one of rest.

Roger and I went to the fairly well equipped gym. Then, after a very light lunch in the Aquemar Terrace (this is the healthy restaurant on board), we spent some time sitting by, and even dipping into the swimming pool before meeting back with Debbie and Dave for some afternoon tea at 4pm, with an unfortunately too loud string quartet. This is definitely a pretty lazy existence, but certainly not an unpleasant one.

After another enjoyable dinner in the Grand Dining Room (we are certainly not lacking for food on this boat), we enjoyed a John Denver tribute show by Chris Bannister.

 

Wednesday 5 June – Gibraltar (Cadiz): Sylvia

We had sailed through the strait at Gibraltar at about 2am this morning. Despite some interest, I decided to prioritise sleep so missed seeing it. We docked at the ancient Spanish port of Cadiz this morning. This city has been continuously settled since the Phoenicians settled here in about 1800BC, making it one of Western Europe’s oldest cities. We had decided to visit Gibraltar and had arranged a driver for the day.

After a quick coffee and pastry in the Barrista coffee bar overlooking the pool deck, Roger and I disembarked just after 8, only to realise that I had my times wrong and our driver was not coming until 9. A quick phone call and he was very accommodating and came a little earlier. (Debbie and Dave had decided to do a ship excursion, cycling through some of the small villages and some forest in the area.)

We set off on the ~90-minute drive to Gibraltar, initially along the waterfront of Cadiz. Soon we were in the countryside. This looks like very productive land, gently rolling hills, well cropped with different grasses and lots of fields of beautiful sunflowers, as well as the odd cow farm and lots of windmills. Little villages are dotted about with almost all the buildings painted white, really standing out on the hills.

Continuing on we drove through more scrubby, mountainous areas with large bands of exposed rock in places. We passed through Algeciras, with its white houses and large refineries before turning off on the A34 to Gibraltar. It is easy to see why it is known as the rock – it is quite an imposing sight.

Arriving at the border, our driver gave us instructions on where to meet our guide on the other side and we wandered through the very easy passport control. We were picked up and whisked up to the upper rock, where we would spend most of our time.

Apparently Franco closed the border from 1969 to 1985. In order to visit one had to go via a ferry from Morocco. Now ±15,000 people cross the border from Spain everyday to work in Gibraltar.

This area has an interesting history. Tarik was one of the first settlers to arrive in 711. Originally from Morocco, he built the Moorish Castle that still forms the walls of the city today. Spain ruled the area from 1462 until 1704 and since then it has been in British control – more or less. John Lennon and Yoko Ono were married here in The Rock hotel.

Our first stop was the Pillars of Hercules. From this view point we could clearly see Morocco, some 24kms away, as well as Spain and Gibraltar, the Mediterranean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean.

Next we stopped at St Michael’s Cave. This is a huge natural limestone cave. During WWII it was prepared, but never used, as an emergency hospital. It would have been a rather damp place for a hospital. Today it hosts a light show that plays every seven minutes. Rumour has it that if you go deep enough and far enough you will end up in Morocco.

Three hundred Barbary apes live on the rock. While rumour suggests they came from Morocco via the underground tunnel, it is much more likely that they swam across. Today, they are fed and vaccinated by the park staff and, while wild, are well habituated to humans. As we exited the cave we saw a female and male pair with a tiny ±2-day old baby.

We spent a bit of time on the skywalk, a small glass platform hanging off the side of the rock, giving excellent views. More Barbary apes hung around and a couple even climbed up and sat on me!

Our last stop on the tour was the Great Siege tunnel. This was built in the 1700’s, a time when many wars were fought between the British and the Spanish, sometimes with the help of the French. The tunnels were also used in WWII although their exact purpose is unclear. There were many more tunnels built during WWII as well, to house the 16,000 men stationed here, but lower in the rock and we didn’t get to see them. There are apparently 52 Kms of tunnels in Gibraltar, which only covers and area of 6.7 sq.kms.

Tour over, we had a light lunch in the main town area before wandering back across the border to meet our driver again for the return trip to our ship. This meant walking across the runway – must be the only place in the world you can do that.

Back on board we enjoyed a delicious steak meal in the Polo Grill specialty steak restaurant, followed by a show featuring several broadway show tunes. Tomorrow we hit Morocco…

Mediterranean Jaunt – Part III: Cinque Terre and Tuscany

Tuesday 28 May 2024: Roger

Last night Barbara, at the La Toretta Hotel in Manarola, explained that the walk to Corniglia should take two-and-a-half hours, starting with 1200 steps taking us up to the first village of Volastra. After breakfast we set off, following the path, or should I say rough steps, up the hill. First we checked out the creek that runs under the road down to the village here as we had heard the water running under the street as we walked back from the waterfront last night. The engineering in these small European towns has always intrigued me. As we started up the steps we had some great views back to Manarola. A short walk around a track gave us a good view down the coast, and of the cemetery on the peninsula just north of the town. Wild poppies grow alongside the path in many places, along with other flowers. Each village has a stone church.

I didn’t count but eventually, after a lot of up, we arrived at Volastra. Blokes were doing a bit of work on one of the buildings using a rubber tracked motorised wheelbarrow. This town has been here since 177BC and even has reticulated gas. There are little monorails running up the many of the vineyards used for transportation of grapes and goods up and down the hills (photo copied off the net).


At 350 meters above the sea below it was good to see that the track mainly sidled around the hill still with a few ups and downs. Next we arrived at the village of Porciana. It’s pretty amazing to see the work that goes into maintaining the many vineyards along the way with lots of men carting spray packs and wearing masks as they spray the grapes. These are very hard working people. Next small village is Case Pince as the track sidles along at the 500m mark. It is amazing to see the infrastructure of pipes and irrigation these people have put in here.

Two hours later we arrived at Corniglia, a beautiful old town dating back to 1351. After wandering the streets we came across Ristorante La Lanterna, where we enjoyed a lunch of Sylvia: Pulpo salad and Caprese, and me: mussels and a beef main, followed by a fair bit of water to rehydrate.

We decided we should try the next leg of the walk and followed the track out of town, soon to be stopped at a toll booth where we showed our tickets for the next leg of the journey. A bloke in front of us got turned away as he was wearing sandals (shoes only on this track!) The track here was better maintained with lots more people on it. There were restaurants and bars along the way, one with a vineyard for a roof, where people dined under the grapes. Rising to about 250 meters it was a bit easier going than the previous leg apart from the holdups of the odd large group of French walkers, who seemed to be oblivious that people were behind them and wanting to pass. After a steep down hill we arrived at the old town of Vernazza. The place was packed with people. We sat on someone’s doorstep and enjoyed some gelato before wandering through the town to look at the waterfront area.

For the next leg we caught the train that went through a continuous tunnel to the beach town of Monterroso. This place was more of a beach resort with hundreds of rentable chairs and beach umbrellas. Many people just lay on the beach lapping up the sun with a few swimming. After a brief look around we headed back to the station and platform 3. Oops- this train was an intercity and not stopping at the Cinque Terrre stops so we headed for platform 2, hurriedly boarding a train only to be told “this train is broken down go back to platform 3”, which we did. A train pulled in, we got on, found a seat and off we went back to Manarola. Getting off the train the platform was packed with hundreds of people; we had to queue to get down to the underpass, eventually making it through the tunnel to the town centre.

After climbing back up through the town to our hotel I sat on the deck enjoying a beer while watching a squirrel helicopter bring in, what I presume are bags of fertiliser and dropping them half way up the 1200 step hill. I presume from there some hard working individual has to spread cart the stuff up and down to fertilise the vines. On the hill people worked away with motorised weed eaters as a number of tourists came down the steps, obviously having started the walk from Corniglia.

We had walked just over 14 kms and gone up and down I don’t know how many steps. No I still wasn’t counting…

 

Wednesday 29 May: Sylvia

After a leisurely breakfast on the terrace at La Torretta, we headed off to Pisa. Last time I was in Italy I had planned to visit Pisa but had been unable to due to a train strike. Roger passed through a few years ago but was happy to visit again. We parked just outside the main square area and wandered in. I was immediately impressed. In real life the she area is so much more imposing than in the photos. I was rather bemused by all the people taking photos pretending to hold the tower up…

La Spezia

I went and bought tickets; we were able to climb the tower at 1:30, so started by wandering around the area. When Roger was here last someone had been singing inside the baptistry and the sound was amazing (he had sent me a video). Unfortunately the baptistry was closed for renovation today. We started instead in the Camposanto, a huge mausoleum with many marble tombs and the most amazing frescoes on the walls. There were several people doing cleaning and restoring work and Roger stopped to speak with a lovely lady called Anna, who was restoring the marble with a tool like a dentist’s drill.

We next visited inside the cathedral, which was also impressive and decided against visiting more of the museums, opting rather to go an enjoy a delicious pizza while we waited for our time to climb the tower.

At the designated time, I went to the cloakroom and was impressed by their very efficient locker procedures (absolutely no bags allowed up the tower, not even my tiny little one). Right on time we were ushered into the tower, and after waiting a short time inside, were invited to climb the marble stairs. Work started on building the tower in 1173 and was eventually finished in the mid-fourteenth century after work had to stop due to subsidence in the land. I am always impressed with the many years of history when we visit Europe. New Zealand is such a young country. The marble steps were well worn, showing the years of people climbing up. It was actually quite a disorienting experience – for me anyway – climbing up the tower with its five degree lean. And the wearing of the marble shows how people follow the lean of the tower as they walk up the spiral staircase. The views from the top are quite impressive.

Back down again, I collected my bag (just as efficient) and we headed back to the car for the short drive to Lucca. We had a short time to enter the city by car to drop off our bags at the Grand Universe Hotel, then had to drive out to park. We wandered back in through a pedestrian only entrance up onto the walls, that were built during the Renaissance period. We are planning to walk the walls tomorrow – the are quite wide with trees planted along. Once inside the walls we headed strate to the Duomo de San Martino, another rather impressive cathedral (there are many in Italy it seems).

We then spent a lovely time sitting in a small restaurant in the Piazza dell’Anfiteatro, where Roger enjoyed a cigar and some Chardonnay to celebrate his birthday. This oval shaped plaza is one of the older parts of Lucca, having been built on the site of the Roman amphitheater back in the first century BC.

Wandering back towards the hotel we came across the Church of San Michele. It was less elaborately decorated inside, despite having a beautiful facade. It was first built in the 8th CEntury ADand contains the

Back at the hotel, we sat on the terrace and enjoyed people watching while Roger indulged in another cigar… Got to make the most of these birthdays…

 

Thursday 30 May: Roger

After a leisurely start we headed down to breakfast at the Grand Universe Hotel, behind the walls that were established by the Romans in 80BC – the walled city of Lucca.

After breakfast we wandered a few blocks south and took a path up onto the wall. After walking a little while we came to a building over the west gate that had a museum about the origin of the city, which included a very informative silent movie.

The city was established by the Romans, with a wall around, it in 80BC. Around -00 AD they built an amphitheater outside the walls and later the wall was extended to encompass that. Around 1450AD towers were added to the walls, and in the then in the 1500s it was turned into a wide embankment with the arrival of gunpowder and canons. There were many structures jutting out from the embankment where cannons and troops could be located to give covering fire from one to another. There are large caverns under these structures to house troops, cannons and provisions. In the 1500’s this area was its own republic, as was Florence and many other areas in Europe at that time.

Next stop was the mint museum, with a large collection of coins and other interesting objects from this area.

Looking back into the town there are lots of walls within the walls, many towers, nice gardens and also, like in any town, buildings undergoing restoration. By the time we had completed the 4 plus ks of the wall complete with road and lots of trees, we cut back through the town to the place where we had enjoyed a drink last night. There, we enjoyed a nice lunch before taking a leisurely stroll past the many well presented shops to the hotel where we spent a relaxing afternoon

 

Friday 31 May: Sylvia

We left Lucca just after 8:30. We had a lot planned for the day. We wound our way for about 90 minutes through pretty countryside, passing through several picturesque small villages. At one point we came across a funeral procession with a lot of people in black walking behind the hearse. One day I’ll come back and spend a bit more time in Tuscany, getting off the tourist path and exploring some of these little places.

Eventually we arrived at San Gimignano, our first stop for the day. San Gimignano is a medieval walled city and is known for its towers. Back in the day, the wealthy families battled it out, all aiming to have the highest tower. Of the original 72 towers only 14 remain today. It is a typical tourist town, filled with lovely little stores selling all manner of knick knacks, restaurants and gelaterias, and tourists everywhere, but it was still worthy of a stop. It sits on a hill in the midst of a large area of agriculture and vineyards. We wandered to the main square and visited the Duomo, or cathedral, with its amazing frescoed walls, and back and white striped marble columns. Then we headed up the steps of the Grosso Tower, which is attached to the city hall in the main square and is the tallest tower in the city. At the top there is only one ladder-type stairway leading to a few traffic jams. It was pretty windy up there but the views over the city and the surrounding countryside were spectacular.

I had read about the Gelateria Dondoli, which apparently makes the best gelato in Italy – of course we had to try some. There was quite a line outside but it moved quickly enough. I haven’t had enough gelato to know if it was the best but it was certainly good. We wandered back down the Main Street to a Torture museum Roger had spotted on his way in. These museums are dotted all over the medieval cities of Europe and I am not a huge fan but Roger didn’t think he’d been to one before so in we went. The capacity of human beings to think up new and more heinous ways to hurt each other never ceases to dismay me.

We headed back to the car for the short 40 minute drive to Siena. This is another medieval city on a hill, with an extremely long and interesting history. It contains the oldest bank in the world, the Monte dei Paschi bank that has been operating since 1472. I had researched out the parking and we found a place near the Duomo. With Siena being built on a hill, and all the parking outside the city, we were happy that escalators had been put in to get us from the car park up to the city area. We wandered past the cathedral and the impressive Palazzo Publica (main square) with its tall tower, eventually stopping for a bite to eat at a lovely Osteria in one of the small laneways.

We had purchased tickets giving access to the cathedral and all the related buildings and, once refuelled, we headed off to explore. The cathedral was built sometime in the 1200’s on the site of a previous church. It is certainly impressive with its heavily decorated black and white marble facade. Inside it is even more impressive housing numerous art works, sculptures and impressive marble floors, many by famous artists from the Renaissance era including Michelangelo. It is difficult really to describe.

To one side is a small room, the Piccolomini Library,  covered in large frescoes and containing large music books.

Work was undertaken in the mid 1300’s to extend the cathedral but this work was never finished. What was completed now serves as a museum and probably the best panoramic viewpoint in Siena. After waiting in the queue (they only let about 20 people in at a time) I climbed up and had magnificent views of the cathedral, Siena and the surrounding countryside from the two different levels.

We also wandered into the crypt and the baptistery, both housing more works of art. By this time Mr James was well and truly churched out and over Renaissance art so it was time to get back on the road, heading to Civitavecchia, where my sister had booked an interesting apartment for us for the night. We dropped our bags off and then headed to the airport in Rome to drop off the rental car and meet my sister, Debbie, and her husband, Dave, off their delayed flight from Dublin, before heading back to the apartment for the night.

Mediterranean Jaunt – Part II: Crete

Friday 24 May: Roger

We departed the Elysium hotel at 0645 for the 90-plus minute journey on the well travelled A3 to the Larnaka airport. After dropping off the rental car we headed through immigration and security before boarding our 1.55 hr flight to Athens. The crew on Aegean air have nice uniforms and are well presented and helpful. A short stopover in Athens and we boarded an A320 200 for Crete. These planes are a bit like the Boeing Max and have been extended to take up to 200 plus people. Unlike Boeing none have fallen out of the sky yet.

Landing at Heraklion airport we picked up a rental car from Alamo. It is an Opel, so bad to drive it only equals a Citroen . GM really lost the plot on this one.

We set off around the coast for what was a slow 2-hour drive, but with some nice scenery to be observed along the way. After battling a few one-way streets we found the Chainia Flair Hotel, parking outside on a one way street – the wrong way with Sylvia pointing out this is one way street and me “I am only going one way”. The hotel staff were not in the least concerned, “don’t  worry we will sort the car”. Google maps had let us down again.

After checking in with a glass of bubbles we headed up to the room and then to dinner. The menu was, to say the least, outstanding finished off by the dessert course that included an ‘apple pie’ in the shape of a green apple.

 

The restaurant had a great view to the west so as we dined the sun set, leaving an orange glow over the peninsula to our east.

 

Saturday 25 May: Sylvia

We were met at 8:30 this morning, (after a lovely breakfast in the downstairs restaurant) by our guide and driver for the day, Apostolis. We had arranged to spend the day with him learning more about the Battle of Crete. Roger is always interested in military history and the uncle of my step-Mum was killed here, so I had a real interest in coming to learn more and to pay my respects, to him and to all the soldiers who served, and who lost their lives here.

On May 20, 1941 Nazi Germany launched an airborne invasion of Crete. Allied forces, including many New Zealanders attempted to defend the island, well-supported by the local Cretans, much to the surprise of the Germans, who were expecting the Cretans to welcome them. About 10,000 airborne troops landed on Crete that day – many were killed before they even landed. Despite fierce resistance by 27 May the Allies were ordered to retreat. About 4,500 Germans and 1751 Allied troops, including 671 New Zealanders, were killed in the battle, and about 12,000 Commonwealth troops were taken prisoner.

Our first stop was the Tavronitis Bridge, very close to the Maleme airport and Hill 107, where a lot of the action happened on the first day. Apostolis had many photos from the battle and encouraged us to stand in the exact spots depicted in the photos. The bridge carries many battle scars. A German bunker was later built at the end of the bridge.

We stopped briefly at the RAF memorial, very close to the airport. Like all the other memorials we visited today there were wreaths laid and preparations being made for commemorative services in the next day or two.

Our next stop was the German war cemetery and museum. I was really impressed by the care taken with the language used to express what happened. “The war of aggression of National Socialist Germany led to a multitude of unprecedented crimes against the civilian population in Crete. In addition to ordinary soldiers, war criminals are also buried on his war gravesite…” “…the Maleme War Cemetery is a place of grieving for all victims of war and violence on the island. It is a call to peace, and a place of reflection and contemplation.”  “There can be no generalised attributions of blame: Most who fought did so in the belief that they were doing their National duty. Many were culpable. Others had no choice. A few resisted.”

The cemetery itself was well-tended and very peaceful with views out across the Maleme airfield. Row upon row of gravestones, each marking the burial plot for 2-4 soldiers are laid out on the hillside.

Just outside the cemetery stand groves of olive trees, all planted in neat rows. We had seen many of these from the car yesterday. Some even have a form of irrigation with hoses strung between the trees.

Next we visited the Museum of World War II in Platanias. This museum is in a shelter that was built by forced labour for the Germans shortly after the war began. It is a 200m long tunnel with ten booths, a shelter entrance and two exits. It was used as an ammunition store and also connected to a watch tower at the top of the hill. Today it houses many relics and mementos from the war. I had a good chat with the man who runs the museum. I had read the book Ned and Katina, by Patricia Grace, in advance of visiting Crete. It was recommended to me by one of Ned’s relatives and tells the story of his time in Crete as part of the 28th Maori battalion. He missed the evacuation and ended up hiding out in Crete, supported by many of the locals for several years before his eventual capture. During that time he met, and fell in love with Katina, a local Cretan woman. After the war, he was given special dispensation to marry her and they returned to live in NZ. It is a great read! Ned, and in general the New Zealanders were very well regarded by the Cretans. The gentleman I was speaking with had met recently with one of Ned and Katina’s sons and was extremely moved. A Vickers 3.7 inch anti-aircraft gun stands just outside the museum.

Our next stop was the memorial at Galatas. The 28th Maori Battalion were in and around Platanias and Galatas on May 23rd, the day my step-Mum’s uncle was killed. We also stopped at the 42nd Street memorial, the site of some heroic actions by the Allied forces, delaying the German advance to enable the evacuation to take place.

Our last stop for the tour was the Allied War Cemetery in Souda. This is a beautiful cemetery right next to the beach. The graves are beautifully laid out and marked. Many, many headstones mark the remains of unknown soldiers, some where even the country represented is unknown. I left a poppy on one of the unknown New Zealand soldier’s graves in special remembrance of Richard Teri Kaipara Mason. It was a privilege to be able to represent his family and do something small to honour him and the sacrifice he made.

Our tour over, Apostolis dropped us in the centre of Chania. We took his advice and found a great restaurant on one of the back streets, where we enjoyed a late lunch before wandering down to the harbour and back to the hotel for the evening.

 

Sunday 26 May 2024: Roger

We woke to a rainy day and a Greek war ship cruising past the town.

After a late breakfast we headed west about 40kms along the main road then turned south into the hills following roughly the route the Commonwealth forces took to the south side of the island to be evacuated to Egypt. Of the 32,000 fighting here only 18,600 were evacuated, the rest remained on the island many as POWs.

After heading up some switchback roads we crossed over a pass and headed down into a valley and the town of Askyfou where a rather unique museum is located. We were greeted by the grand daughter of the founder. The great grand father fought the Germans as a Cretan partisan during the occupation; his son, at 10 years old, started the collection by digging stuff up that was left behind; his son now runs the museum,  and guided us with total passion. In spite of of him not speaking English we got the gist of what he was saying. From the 88mm gun barrel of a German tank, the prop of a Stuka to a dentists toolset, this place has it all and was well worth the visit.

We decided to push on south to the coast, the road heading down a rugged valley with the steep Imbros gorge the troops evacuated through on our left. We stopped at the Panorama Cafe, which, at about 700m, along with a display of rusty Enfield rifles, had a great view into the gorge. The owner told us how he had collected these and other memorabilia in the gorge when still a child.

We continued down a steep switchback road to the coast. Interestingly every road sign had bullet holes in it, ranging from .22 caliber, shot gun slugs, pellets and large caliber rifle rounds. Gun ownership is very high here and military service is compulsory. As our guide said yesterday “Greece is not surrounded by nice neighbours”.

We headed west along the coast to the nice little village of Sfakion, with lots of restaurants and a ferry terminal. Deciding to find a different way home we then headed east along the coast to Patsianos, where we followed a narrow sealed road heading up the hill in the direction we wanted to go. It was quite narrow in places and a bit of concentration was required when meeting oncoming cars, particularly on corners, of which there were many. The road climbed 700m over a horizontal distance of 1800m.

It turned out to be a really interesting drive giving us a good appreciation of the landscape that hid many of the left behind kiwi soldiers, some for the duration of the war.

On arrival back at the hotel we headed down to the beachfront for a meal and to observe the goings on of the many people lying on the many beach chairs.

In the early evening we drove out to to the Maleme Military Airport where the Red Arrows were supposed to be putting on a demo as part of the 83rd Crete invasion anniversary. A crowd of over a thousand had gathered around the Memorial and some old fighter jets on display. After many speeches from the local military commander to the local council rep an F16 arrived and put on a demo including steep climbs, loops, barrel roles, upside-down flying, counter- missile flare drops, and  finishing off with a slow fly past, before putting the pedal to the metal and disappearing.

 

Monday 27 May: Sylvia

A typical travel day today… lots of hurry up and wait. We left the hotel in Chania at 07:30 for the ~2 hour drive to Heraklion airport. The drive was easy, along the main highway of Crete – mostly single lane. The drivers here tend to pull well to the left if they are slow and people will pass even on double lines. It didn’t take Roger long to get the hang of Cretan driving! The road follows the coast on one side and gorges come down from the mountains on the other so it is reasonably picturesque.

Heraklion airport is one of the, if not the, most chaotic places I have ever flown in or out of. After a short delay we took off for the short ~35 min flight to Athens. I am impressed that Aegean Air manages to serve a light meal and hot drinks on such a short flight.

More chaos and a short wait at Athens before we boarded the next ~2:15 flight to Bologna. I am extremely glad that we forked out for business class seats for all these short flights as we had decided to travel with carry on luggage only and they were assiduously weighing the luggage of everyone in economy. Phew!

We were very happy to get an Audi A3 as our rental vehicle in Bologna after having a very unstable Opel Cross lander with very bad suspension in Crete. After dealing with the expected Italian ‘efficiency’ and rental paperwork we headed west on a large multi-lane highway, through a fairly flat agricultural area. Based on the number of trucks on the roads this must be one of the main routes for transporting goods through Italy. Eventually we turned south and continued on a much quieter highway still with agricultural land on either side but now with mountains in the distance. We wound our way through the mountains and eventually arrived in the delightful town of Manarola.

We have a lovely room here at La Torretta, with a fantastic view over the town from the terrace. It was nearly 8pm by the time we arrived – we just had time to wander down the hill and back, and for Roger to enjoy a cigar and a glass of wine on the terrace before retiring for the night. Looking forward to exploring tomorrow.

Mediterranean Jaunt – Part I: Cyprus

Sunday 19 May – Monday 20 May: Roger

It was just 1300 when we pushed back from the gate at Auckland International Airport on Qatar Airlines for the 17-hour flight to Doha. Heading west across the Tasman, then across Australia, out over the Indian Ocean, then across the Arabian Sea, over Oman and Saudi Arabia before the touch down in Qatar.

The Airbus A350 parked up well away from the terminal with a bus taking us the last 25 minutes of the journey. There are aircraft parked up all over this huge airport. Nowadays they all seem to be operating, unlike during the pandemic times. The big airlines are back to making huge profits. Having flown quite a lot over the past years I am still intrigued by a couple of things. Firstly it is a real credit to mankind that one of these huge planes with two engines can make these long flights over and over without coming to grief. Secondly how does anyone know where all these planes are parked and who is supposed to get on each one.

Sylvia, now being a platinum member with Qatar, we were able to head to their huge first class lounge for the 10-hour layover.  With A La Carte dining, snack bars, quiet rooms, family rooms and its own duty free area it is impressive. Lots of SAMS and SAWS (stand around men-women) are available to give a helping hand or directions.

Just after 0700 we headed to our gate and back on a bus for another long bus ride to an A320 parked up on the other side of the airport. Once airborne we headed southwest across Saudi Arabia then down near the border of Jordan, crossing the Golf of Aqaba, then across the Sinai, heading out over the Mediterranean about 89km south west of Rafah in Gaza. This must have added nearly 50 % distance to what would have once been a journey across Iraq, Syria and Lebanon.

Heading north we were soon on the ground at Lanarca. The whole island of Cyprus is enveloped in a haze of dust at the moment, and has been since 26 April, caused by a low pressure system in North Africa causing the dust to make it up here.

Soon we were in our rental car and on the road for the 150km motorway drive to Paphos.  Cyprus, with history going back over 5000 years, was ruled by the British from 1878 to 1960 so they drive on the left.

The country is very scrubby, a bit like Croatia. Where the topsoil has been removed the land is an almost pure white underneath; it looks like limestone. Arriving at the Elysium Hotel we checked in and took a wander around the large grounds, where hundreds of people lounge on chairs beside the pools enjoying the sunshine.

 

Tuesday 21 May: Sylvia

I woke this morning after a remarkably good sleep. I had not slept much on the flights here so must have needed it. We wandered over and enjoyed a delicious buffet breakfast – including one of the best omelettes I have ever eaten.

It was time to start our exploration of this interesting country. First stop, just next door to the hotel was the Tombs of the Kings. This huge ‘cemetery’ dates back to the 4th Century BC and was in use until the 3rd Century AD for the burials of aristocrats. No Kings are actually buried here. It is a significant archeological site and has been a UNESCO World Heritage area since the 1980s.

The site covers a large area and there are eight major tombs, each containing nooks for several bodies. We wandered around and explored. Even relatively early in the morning it was extremely hot and there is limited shelter. I was really surprised at the open access. We could walk all around the area, down into the tombs. At one point Roger even climbed into one tomb and eventually popped out in another one.

We decided to head up into the mountains where it might be cooler. Our next stop was the picturesque town of Omodos, in the foothills of the Troodos Mountains. It is clearly a village that attracts a lot of tourists with its many little stores selling hand made lace and other Cypriot specialties. I enjoyed some delicious pita bread and halloumi cheese in a small square while we indulged in a spot of people watching. There is also a large monastery in the town. This area is also famous for its many wineries. Interestingly the grapes we saw were not splayed out on vines like in NZ or France but seemed to be grown on small bushes.

Next we drove up into the Troodos Mountains to see the southernmost ski fields in Europe. Clearly no snow around at this time of the year, but the ski trails were obvious. There is a lot of black pine around and I was fascinated by how the tree tops are quite rounded with many of the branches pointing down. We wondered if it is the weight of the snow in the winter that creates this effect? There is a large military area at the top of the mountain that cannot be explored.

Heading back to the coast we stopped at Aphrodites Rock (Petra Tou Romiou). Legend has it that Aphrodite was born here after Uranus’ testicles were cut off and thrown into the sea. (Longer story but you will need to explore Greek mythology yourself for all the details). There are a number of rocky formations and there were several people there, swimming and/or tanning on the beach.

We then headed back to the hotel to enjoy another quiet evening.

 

Wednesday 22 May: Roger

After a visit to the ‘not well-equipped’ gym and another great breakfast, we set off on the A3 motorway heading east to visit the sea caves at Cape Greco, which is the most eastern point in the EU.  After two-hours of driving through, what can be best described as uninspiring countryside, we arrived at the wind-swept beach, the North African dust still thick in the air. A small inlet with clear blue water housed a number of small caves at the bottom of a 10m cliff. A few brave and many not-so-brave people stood around the top contemplating whether to take the 10m plunge into the clear water. We stood on the other side photographing the game and not so game. A tourist boat with submarine painted on the side cruised past as we headed back to the car.

After a drive through a couple of beach-side villages, we headed to Ayia Napa so Sylvia could walk out on a rock bridge for a picture.

Avra Restaurant provided us with a very tasty Meze, making for a rather large lunch. The owner treated us both with a hand shake when we arrived and insisted on calling Sylvia ’Lady’. When the first course of the meal arrived he went on to explain that the traditional Cyprus Meze means coming together where we “eat, talk and drink” then “drink, eat and talk” then “talk, drink and eat” and so on.  As we sat and enjoyed our food many people passed by, some in the many stretched Merc taxies, lots on or in ATV’s such as side by sides, 4×4 quad bikes or dune buggies, all common on the streets here.

Lunch over, we headed west then up into the hills to the medieval town of Pano Lefkara. The navigation system guided us right into town where the streets were so narrow that Sylvia wanted to turn in the mirrors “they’re like cat’s whiskers” I explained ! We did make it through without a scratch but only just, hitting one of the mirrors very gently at one point. We parked up and Sylvia then found a sign saying no cars allowed in the town. A lady sitting outside a craft shop pounced, insisting we have a look inside. “The woman here do the embroidery and the men make the silverware”, she explained. We now own a set of hand embroidered placemats. A stroll through the streets revealed a very picturesque old town with a church on the hill dating back to the 14th century. It claimed to have the piece of the cross Jesus had his feet nailed to inside!

Heading back to Paphos, we stopped in to check out one of the many large dairy sheds we had seen from the motorway. Huge sheds not only housed cows but goats and sheep too. Complete with large grain silos and sheds of hay they are big operations.

 

Thursday 23 May: Sylvia

We started a bit earlier today, heading over to the restaurant for our usual, huge and tasty breakfast. It is lovely to sit in the terrace and watch the many people coming and going while we enjoy our food.

Our first stop today was the Archaeological Park of Nea Paphos. I was not overly impressed when I walked in to buy two tickets and was told that over 65’s were free… especially since Roger was behind me and not yet in sight. In hindsight I should have just accepted the free pass but I was too proud to do that.  I am certainly glad we started earlier as even at 9am it was extremely hot walking around the massive ruins. At one point I started to say “I am sweating like a ….” Roger chimed in quickly with “65 year old” just to make my day!

The park, a UNESCO World Heritage site is on what was once the main city of Paphos. It was founded in the 4th century BC and includes the remains of several Roman villas with elaborate mosaic floors. A more modern lighthouse stands at the far end of the park and just down from that are remains from about 2,000 years ago of a small Odéon and a large agora area.

We next headed to the port area to the Paros castle, dating back to the 14th century AD. It is a fairly small castle and formed part of the coastal defensive system of Cyprus. I was more entranced by the port itself, which housed a wide variety of craft from some new and impressive launches, to old-style fishing boats.

We then drove north towards the Akamas Peninsular, eventually hitting a very rough patch of road leading to the Avakas Gorge Canyon. Looking around the barren, dusty area I was bemused to read the description of the entire peninsular as having exquisite beauty. To be fair, as we meandered our way up the gorge, criss-crossing from one side of the stream to the other, sometimes clambering over the rocks and boulders, I definitely started to see the beauty of the place. Bushes with pink flowers provided bright pops of colour. As we made our way further upstream the gorge narrowed and at one point a large boulder was stuck high above us between the two sides of the gorge. We saw several wild goats, including a couple that came to drink from the stream. Lizards scurried about. Every now and then we heard a loud raucous sound and eventually identified it was coming from frogs – we saw a couple of them croaking at each other.

Back in the car again we headed further north, over the hills to the northern side of the island. We stopped at the lovely little sea-side port of Latchi, where we enjoyed a delicious steak lunch while enjoying the views and watching the various activities in the port.

Heading back towards Paphos we stopped to look at the Edro III shipwreck. This ship ran aground in September 2011 in stormy seas. It was deemed too difficult to move so after being made secure and ensuring all dangerous pollutants were removed it now adds a touch of interest to the photographs of visitors to Cyprus. It sits alongside an area of sea caves.

We headed back to the hotel – the last few days we have walked straight past the tearoom area with it’s tempting array of cakes and the like, but this being our last afternoon in Cyprus we gave in today and enjoyed an English high tea with sandwiches, scones with clotted cream, and an array of cakes. Very decadent!

Tomorrow we head to Crete.

The Kingdom of Bhutan: Part IV – Gangtey to Punakha to Thimphu and Home

Saturday 2 March: Gangtey – Sylvia

We had a leisurely start to our day, meeting Chimi and Singye at 9:30am after a late breakfast. As with all the other lodges, we started with healthy shots. I have been blown away by the flavours they are able to get into the food here. Every meal we have had has been absolutely delicious. Roger tried one of the local breakfast dishes with buckwheat noodles and yak meat. I was not so brave.

The do not disturb signs at each of the Six Senses Hotels. When the yaks head is tucked away, do not disturb.

The Six Senses Gangtey resort is set in the Phobjikha Valley, at about 3,000 m. This high altitude valley is dotted about by small villages and is home to yak herders and the rare black-necked cranes, which spend their winters here before heading to Tibet for the summer breeding season. A small serpentine river runs through the valley, which in the summer becomes a wetland. Legend has it that a pig and a snake had a race from one end of the valley to the other. The pig won because it went straight, and gave its name to the valley – Phobjikha means pig won – while the snake left its mark in the form of the river. It is truly stunning country and the views from the hotel are extremely peaceful and somewhat mesmerising.

Our first stop today was the 16th century, golden-topped, Gangtey Goemba, a large monastic institute and temple complex, encompassing a schools, meditation facilities and living quarters for the resident monks. It is another impressive complex. As we entered the ornate temple, we were offered the privilege of lighting some butter lamps – this is done to dispel darkness and ignorance.  Large piles of scriptures stood ready to be given to the monks for their studies. As we exited the temple, a gong was sounding and the young monks scurried to join the group in the upstairs room. One very young monk was being tended to by the disciplinary master. His robes were clearly not right and the look of love and compassion on the elder monk’s face as he helped the young boy was really endearing.

We left the monastery on foot and started the ±4.1km Gangtey nature hike, passing through  the small village before entering the pine forest. It is potato planting season here in this valley and we passed several fields which had been recently planted or were being planted. Stone walls have been built around many of the fields to keep the livestock and other pests out.

I have never thought of pine forest as being particularly attractive but walking here on the pine needle paths I am changing my mind. About 3/4 of the way through the hike we reached a shelter, where Singye met us with tea and snacks.  We had fantastic views back across the valley towards the hotel. While this valley is famous for the black-necked cranes, the majority have already left for Tibet and I was hoping to see some of the stragglers. As we were finishing our tea we spotted four of the majestic birds on the valley floor – good for viewing through binoculars, but not much more. We noted a small bird watching hut a bit closer so made our way down and had a great sighting of a family of two adults and two juveniles before they took off and soared into the sky.

We continued along the trail, passing prayer flags, prayer wheels and memorials as we entered back into open farmland. Cows grazed peacefully alongside a babbling brook. It is truly a peaceful place. We reached the car and had only gone 50m or so when we came across another family of four cranes about 120m from the car. We also noted many healthy looking horses grazing in the valley. Apparently someone has paid for these horses to release them from their labour, and has then transported them here and left them in the valley to go wild, much to the chagrin of the locals.

Six Senses Gangtey in the background; Black-necked Cranes in the foreground

We stopped in at the Black-necked Crane information centre, where they house two birds that have been injured and are unable to fly. They also have a very informative video presentation but unfortunately the power was out so we headed back to the hotel.

Six Senses do things really well and continually surprise us with small treats. Today they offered us complimentary 15-minute back and shoulder massages. Then at lunch they brought us beautiful glasses of pomegranate syrup with lime and sparkling water. I tried to photograph them but just didn’t do it justice. We enjoyed a delicious, flavour infused meal of grilled chicken with vegetables- something I would usually find quite bland. Whether it is the altitude, the fresh ingredients or the capability of the chef, I am incredibly impressed.

After lunch we headed back to see the video at the information centre. It was well worth watching, with some great footage of the birds as well as foxes and leopards, shot from the camera traps set up to monitor the habitat to protect the cranes.

The rest of the afternoon passed peacefully, blogging and enjoying the bucolic views before heading to the spa to enjoy 90-minute massages in the early evening. The spa at each of these Six Senses hotels offers a slightly different menu and uses a different crystal in their practices so I had booked a massage at each location so we could try them all out. We have certainly been enjoying them.

 

Sunday 3 March: Gangtey to Punakha – Roger

The lights in the houses of the potato farmers come on just after 5am in the morning. They are very hard working people around here. It was 7am when we fronted up at the spa for our light yoga (Sun Salutations) session. There wasn’t much sun about because the morning mist was still being slowly burnt off in the valley beyond. With three brass bowls in front of her, our instructor led us first through some breathing and meditation exercises before we launched into the sun salutation itself, which consisted of a few stretching exercises, like touching toes, plank position, downward dog to name just a few. We went through this several times, then sat on the floor while she played the singing bowls and chanted a mantra a few times. Suddenly the 45 minute session was over.

We arrived for breakfast just after 8am, with mist still hanging over much of the valley, as the waitress arrived with the morning ‘goodness shots’. Today ne was for good health and one was for digestion. Breakfast over, we were farewelled and, as at our departure from each of these amazing hotels we were given a small locally representative gift – today some buckwheat in a traditional pouch.

We mounted the vehicle with Chimi and Singye, and drove back up the valley. This Gangtey valley is becoming a really big tourist area with some 8-10 hotels already developed and more under construction. Most Bhutanese houses seem to have a large gap between the ceiling and the underside of the roof. Apparently this is used for storage and drying grains. In some houses it is left open and in others it is boarded up. We passed potato planters still working in the same fields as yesterday and wound our way back up to the Lawala Pass, where just below the top of the pass was a nomadic yak herder with a couple of tents set up below the road and another beside the road that they use as a stall. It is about this time of the year that the yak herders will start driving their herds up into the high country for the summer, having brought them to the valley for the winter.

We stopped at the stalls at the top of the pass, where I was given some yak cheese to try – not something I’ll be in a hurry to try again. There are a number of stalls here, most of which are manned by a woman with a baby blanketed to her back. We purchased a couple of yak wool shawls before starting our journey down to the main road, just over a kilometre further on. Stalls were set up at the intersection of the two roads at ±3,200m and from here we switched back and forth down through the valley, consistently losing altitude along the way. The pine forest rapidly gave way to mixed broad leaf forest with a lot of rhododendrons scattered about.

We passed through the town of Nobding at 2,600 and continued along the side of the valley 4-500m above the valley floor. There was a new service station being constructed on one corner with a small sign up saying ‘Men working’ but no evidence of any road cones like you would see in New Zealand. We stopped a little further down the valley to look at a group of bee hives hanging from a cliff above the road as a few yellow-rumpled honey guides flitted around. A little further on we came across a few grey langur monkeys with their light grey coats, white collars and black faces.

As has become the norm here, there are houses built in places that look really hard to access but people have terraced out the land and are obviously able to scratch out a living. Eventually we arrived at the city of Wangdue Phodrang at about 1200m above sea level.

We drove through the city and continued along the valley a wee way until we reached the place where the Mo Chhu (Mother River) and the Pho Chhu (Father River) converge to form the Punatang Chhu river, where the Punakha Dzong (fort) is situated. We drove into the carpark on the other side of the river and crossed a traditional cantilevered bridge to access the fort. Looking down from the bridge we could see a huge school of brown trout gathered below -apparently they are fed here and fishing from the bridge is forbidden.

As we climbed the steep front steps to the dzong, we looked up to see another honeycomb and bee swarm in the upper rafters. This riverside palace, which like the others we have visited, is truly spectacular. It was constructed in the 17th century and houses both an administrative and a monastic centre. We wandered through the various parts of the fort until we reached a large temple at the back. Gathered in the courtyard at the base of the temple stairs was a group of American students, here for three months at the courtesy of one of the non-profit organisations, studying environmental sciences. After they left we headed into the temple, which was, like all the others unique in its own right. The entire back wall was a series of drawings depicting the life of Buddha from his birth under a tree, to becoming a king, o walking away from his kingdom to pursue enlightenment and eventually to his death, and the coming of the second Buddha some 1200 years later. Chimi did a great job of explaining the intricate details to us.

The tour of the dzong over, we wandered up a track to the longest suspension bridge in Bhutan, crossing the Punatang Chhu River. At a bit over 200m long and bedecked in prayer flags, this bridge is quite spectacular and remarkably stable, to the point that even cows make their way across it.

From there we followed the Mo Chhu river for some distance, eventually heading up to the Six Senses Punakha “Flying Farmhouse” at abut. 1,600m above sea level. We were greeted with the banging of a drum, presented with yellow scarves and taken to the living room, which is cantilevered out over the swimming pool with an. Area of glass floor overlooking the pool below. We were then escorted to the restaurant, where we were served a delicious lunch; Sylvia had a seekh kebab and I had a local yak dish with some local vegetables and salad.

After lunch we were escorted to our villa and after settling in we joined Chimi and Singye at the. Archery range at the back of the complex. Chimi gave us a demonstration hitting the target on his first try. After some practice it was confirmed that neither Sylvia nor I were going to become Bhutanese archers. We moved on to try the hand thrown darts, neither of us doing particularly well at this one either, even when I tried to emulate the mantra type noise Chimi made as he threw his dart. The rather fun archery session over, we headed back to our villa to settle in for the evening.

 

Monday 4 March: Punakha – Sylvia

I left Roger in the hotel room this morning, catching up on some sleep and recovering from a cold. After the usual delicious breakfast, I met Chimi and Singye at 8am and we headed off to the other side of the valley to go white-water rafting on the Pho Chhu (Father River). This is a grade 3-3+ river and apparently much more aggressive than the milder Mo Chhu (Mother River). We had chosen to do the rafting to try and see some of the bird life in the area.

On the drive to the launching point we passed the school where peaceful volunteers train. They were doing their daily parade, resplendent in their orange uniforms as we drove past. At one point we came across a small herd of cows being driven down the road. Even when the farmer tried to get them to move over so we could pass they kept walking down the middle of the road so we ended up following them until they turned off a little further on.

This billboard shows the five kings of Bhutan. Current king is on the left, first king in the centre.

There were two specific birds that Chimi was keen to try and find on the rafting trip and we spotted one on the way, the endemic and highly endangered Pallas’s Fish Eagle, perched high on a tree on the other side of the river. This area is quite different from the other parts of Bhutan we have been in. The diversity of flora is quite impressive with many different plants, even including the Prickly Pear Cactus. Small termite nests hang from branches high in the trees. Where there are pine trees they are now Chiri Pine, with their cones standing up on the end of the branches, many sprouting new growth. The land has been extensively terraced and at present is planted with a variety of different crops including wheat, mustard, chilli and beans. Come the monsoon season it will all be planted with rice.

Eventually we arrived at the raft launching site and after a safety briefing and paddling instruction we headed off down river for the ±90minute ride. A small herd of cows wandered down to the river to drink as the briefing was happening. For safety we were accompanied by a smiling young man in a kayak and there were clear instructions on how to be rescued if I fell in. In reality the rafting itself was fairly easy – just follow the instructions and enjoy the rapids. We did see numerous birds including Great Cormorants, Crested and Common Kingfishers and lots of Ruddy Ducks.

At one point we had to take the very shallow and quite technical right hand path as with only Chimi, me and the guide on board we didn’t have enough paddle power to take the faster flowing left hand path. It was quite hilarious as we did end up a bit stuck on the rocks once or twice, but with lots of manoeuvring we made it through safely, passing under the long suspension bridge we had crossed yesterday and eventually finishing the trip just after the river converged with the Mo Chhu and became the Punatang Chhu, right by the Punakha Dzong we had visited yesterday.

We headed back to the hotel for lunch and to pick up Roger. Just before 2pm we headed down the hill again to a much smaller suspension bridge. We walked across and wandered our way through the well-tended, terraced fields, hiking up a hill to the Khamsen Yulley Namgyel Chorten, that was built by the Queen Mother in 1999 to bring peace to the world. Just yesterday Roger had been commenting that many of the temples we have been in have multiple floors but we never see beyond the ground level. Here, we were able to climb up through three levels of ornately decorated temple, eventually arriving at a large external deck, from where we had amazing 360 degree views over the surrounding countryside.  We then made our way back down to the car. By this time it was starting to cool down a bit and many farmers were out tending their crops, shoring up the sides of their terracing, weeding and other such chores.

Our last stop for the day was to the Chorten Nyingpo Lhakhang, a traditional 16th century monastery, high up above the valley floor. On the way up we passed a rammed-earth house under construction, with several women pounding the earth in a small section.We had initially been scheduled to have breakfast with the monks at this temple but there is currently a five-day event underway with one of the masters speaking. We felt incredibly privileged to be able to witness this event, hosting at least 1,000 people. We joined some in circumambulating the temple, before one of the monks starting ringing a gong to indicate the master was about to start speaking again. We watched as everyone settled themselves in rows on the ground under a canvas, monks started beating drums and blowing horns and the master started chanting. I felt like I was intruding on something very private but people were incredibly welcoming and friendly, smiling, posing for photographs and in at least three cases, offering us tea. They were even happy to let Roger take video. It was all a bit overwhelming and quite an emotional experience.

It was obviously going to go on for quite a while. There were bags and bedrolls stacked against the side of the temple so some people were clearly planning to stay the night. We had massages booked back at the hotel so had to leave. As we were driving out we passed a group of men playing some sort of gambling game at a series of stalls that had been set up at the entry/exit point to the temple. I found this an interesting activity to be taking place at a religious event.

 

Tuesday 5 March: Punakha to Thimphu – Roger

It was just after 8:30am by the time we finished packing up and went to the restaurant for another lovely breakfast. As per normal we got provided with three healthy shots, each offering different health benefits. The one of the left contains fermented cider vinegar and if I good knees, after drinking that I would be running up these hills. Next came the breakfast – I had Gongdo Datshi, which consistes of scrambled eggs, probably the nicest I’ve ever eaten, chilli on the right and some red rice. On top of that came avocado, a poached egg, and some garnishes on sourdough bread along with  pomegranate seeds, which give it a unique taste. I must say the food here has been outstanding. I even had a chicken dish the other day that was really, really tasty.

At 9:30am Chimi and Singye were waiting with the car and we headed off down the valley. In places people were working in the fields and the road went alongside the Mo Chhu river that runs through the valley. At one stage we passed a large number of horses. Chimi explained that the people that own these horses are like the nomadic yak herders; they bring their horses down here during the winter and in the summer they head back up into the high country where they forage for the Cordyseps Sinensis mushrooms that only grow at very high  altitudes. The horses are used to pack provisions up there for the summer as if they are able to gather these particular mushrooms they can become very wealthy.

We continued down the valley past the Punakha Dzong, where the two rivers join and followed the river along the opposite side from where we had been the day before, starting to head up into the hills. We turned off onto a very  narrow road that led us into a town full of penises. We dismounted at the carpark and strolled up the hill to the temple of fertility. This place gets its reputation from a bit of a rogue monk known as the divine mad man, who preached a little differently from the other Buddhist monks and roamed around the country in the 17th century drinking, partying and womanising, apparently even getting another man’s wife pregnant during his escapades. Many of his offspring are said to have become divine teachers. Chime Lhakhang is now a monastery of fertility where couples who are having trouble conceiving come from all over the world to be blessed. There is a photo album in the temple of many couples who have become fertile after their visit and had children so it looks like Drukpa Kinley, the ‘Divine Madman’ didn’t do too bad a job after all.

Out the back was a large structure that looks like an aerial for communicating with the aliens but is in actual fact a place where during festivals they hang a large tapestry. As we entered the monastery there was an old chap sat by the prayer wheel constantly spinning it and keeping the bell ringing. One of the orange-uniformed me sat reading from a prayer book. A couple, who already had two children, exited the temple as we were entering. Inside we found something a little different from the last temple – probably the reason I haven’t gotten templed out yet. Chimi when through his prostrations and went on to explain the many statues and drawings on the wall.

As we exited the temple there was a monk in the yard mixing incense and as we exited the courtyard another man sat spinning the prayer wheel to keep the bell ringing, and he had another small prayer wheel in his hand.

We wandered down to the village, entering one or two of the shops with their phallic symbols prominently displayed either painted on the buildings, in statues outside and as their main wares. This area is definitely all about fertility. We have seen these phallic symbols painted on buildings all over Bhutan and last night when I went to go to bed there was a small carved penis laying on the pillow, with a cord attached so I could hang it round my neck, along with a typed explanation, about how this symbol is revered in Bhutan both for fertility and to drive away evil spirits.

 

As we left the village on the very narrow road, we had a little trouble on occasions negotiating oncoming traffic and noted that in this valley there is a huge amount of construction of new hotels and residences being built to cater for the future tourism in the area.

Back on the main highway we wound our way up and up. People had cultivated every possible area with nice houses and contoured land full of crops. Along the roadside there were many stalls selling vegetables and other local produce. We passed a couple of broken down vehicles and were surprised by the amount of traffic on the road, including many medium-sized trucks carrying large loads up the hill. It was interesting, as we had come up this valley on the far side was a nunnery with 108 stupas around it and higher up the hill was a monastic institue. They seem to like to build these places high  up – it must be good for the nuns and monks to do all the walking.

Eventually we reached the Lamperi Botanical Park at 2,700m above sea-level. Established by the queen in 2008 to commemorate 100 years of the Wangchuck dynasty, this park apparently contains deer, tigers, red pandas, yaks and various other native animals. We wandered over to the pond and then Sylvia and Chimi strolled along the bike trail bird watching and I tagged along as the photographer. At one stage we saw a Sambar deer disappearing into the scrub up the hillside. Chimi played bird calls on his phone to try and attract some of the various bird life while all I wanted to do was see a tiger wandering down the track but no such luck. They did get to see some green-tailed sunbirds, which Sylvia studied excitedly and intently through her binoculars, and I tried rather unsuccessfully to photograph. I did have more luck with the Rufous Sibia.

After the bird watching was over we enjoyed a picnic lunch by the pond, after which we recommenced our drive to the Six Senses Thimphu. According to Google Maps we were only 13 kms away but the road signs indicated that there was still well over 30kms to go, indicating just how windy the roads around here are.

Reaching the top of the Dochula Pass, 108 stupas had been constructed, almost on the summit. Each stupa had images of such things as the first Buddha, the second Buddha and the unifier of Bhutan. Sylvia wandered off up the hill to take a photo of the stupas and temple from the other side of the road so I decided to wander up to the temple to get a good photo from there – despite the fact that my knees were right out of steps. Arriving at the temple I wandered around clockwise, having gone the wrong way  at the stupas and took some photos looking back over the stupas, took my shoes off to enter the temple just as Sylvia and Chimi arrived. The local monk unlocked the temple and reminded me no photos. I said ‘no shoes, no photographs’ and he smiled. While Sylvia and Chimi were doing their circumambulation the monk indicated a little room off to the side, which I entered and looked around, exiting just as Sylvia and Chimi arrived. Sylvia went to walk into the same room and was told ‘no’. Chimi very tactfully said ‘you’re not allowed in there’ but when I said I had just been in he had to explain that it is for men only.

We continued the drive down the valley, at one point passing a large group of vehicles, apparently at a crematorium where a funeral was taking place. The road wound its way down to Thimphu and then up to the hotel. Arriving about 4pm we were given a complimentary shoulder massage and then sat in the restaurant overlooking the valley and enjoyed a quiet drink while we watched the sunset. While we were enjoying our drink, Andrew, the General Manager for Six Senses in Bhutan, came over and had a yarn, telling us that there are less than 50 expats in Bhutan, most working for NGOs, only a few in the hospitality industry.  He also told us how one of his guests was recently on a flight out of Paro, who happened to have the King and his wife on the same flight. After the flight was airborne, the king got up and spoke to all the other passengers, and apparently anyone in Bhutan who asks for an audience with the king will get one. We then headed back to the same villa we stayed in at the beginning of our trip, which feels almost like yesterday.

As this is the end of my Bhutan story I have to say that this is the most friendly and enlightening country I have ever visited. I have never struck so many friendly and polite people anywhere else in the world and can only wish  that Bhutan maintains its present course into the future.

 

Wednesday 6 March: Thimphu to Singapore – Sylvia

We had a leisurely start to the day, meeting Chimi and Singye after breakfast at 10am, and heading first to the Bhutan Post Office in Thimphu, where we were able to buy some personalised stamps to send some postcards to our grandkids. Once again the staff could not have been more friendly or polite – not something I have always experienced at a post office.

We took the main road to Paro – even though we have done this road a few times now we still enjoyed the scenery and admired the architecture. We could see some good progress on some of the building sites since we were here last a couple of weeks ago. We stopped at one point along the way to photograph one of the oldest cantilevered bridges in Bhutan.

We arrived at the airport with plenty of time to spare and passed easily through the check in, emigration and security processes, and waited in the lounge for our flight. I had noticed through the window that a red carpet was being rolled out to the plane and thought it was a little odd. As we were boarding we noticed a full colonel at the gate and another serious looking officer at the top of the stairs to the plane. We were starting to get suspicious.  Not long after we had taken our seats at the back of business class, a cabin crew member came over and advised that the Queen, her thee children and three nieces would be on the flight and explained protocol (no photos, do not approach, use the toilets down the back!).

Several suitcases were loaded into the overhead compartments and then we watched as the queen walked down the red carpet and onto the plane, surrounded by her children, at least two nannie’s and several other people, who all took their seats and we took off. It was quite amusing to watch the cabin crew falling all over themselves – obviously a big day for them.

When we stopped at Guwahati, after about 30 minutes of flying, to let some passengers on and off, the Queen came down and chatted with us for about 5 minutes. She seemed really lovely and genuine, asking us lots of questions about our trip to Bhutan. She explained she was taking her nieces to see the Taylor Swift concert in Singapore, and how excited they were. During the rest of the flight we were impressed with how she interacted with her children, often carrying her 6-month old baby down the aisle, and at one stage stepping in to deal with her 4 year-old. Roger was quick to remark at the end of the flight that she was the nicest Queen he had ever met. Quite the way to end our holiday in Bhutan.

Arriving in Singapore, we were met by a hotel driver and transferred to the Raffles Hotel. We had decided to splurge and stay here as it had been being done up when we were living here and we wanted the experience. I had checked in on line and we were met at the car and whisked straight to our rather beautiful suite.

Bhutan has been an incredible place to visit – the people are humble, welcoming and friendly and the scenery is stunning. Visiting all the temples, monasteries and nunneries has  given me an insight into a different way of life and we enjoyed the different hiking and wellbeing activities. The Six Senses team have been simply outstanding; food and service were fantastic and Chimi and Singye went above and beyond to make sure our stay exceeded our expectations.

 

Thursday 7 March: Singapore to Home – Sylvia

We woke late and enjoyed a leisurely breakfast in the very stylish restaurant. I caught up with a friend from work and then we did a little bit of shopping before catching up with Mitch, a long-time friend of Rogers. He kindly dropped us at the airport for our flight back to Auckland. I will continue on to Wanaka and Roger will join me in about 10 days after catching up on some things in Auckland.