Thursday, November 13, 2008

Yucatan 08






Nov. 11, Tuesday. 2nd day in Cancun

Continuing from my Cuba blog (See below): Sunday, we had shrimp cocktails with Abel and his family prior to our cab to the airport. Lots of hugs and pictures and promises to come again. Departure from Havana was uneventful, but at Mexican Customs we learned that, while each person can take 2 boxes of cigars out of Cuban without problem, they can only bring ONE box in to Mexico. Beyond 25 cigars, there is a steep tax. The Mexican Customs guy was nice. He said the alternative was to put the cigars in storage in customs, to be released to me as I leave the country. So much for mailing from Cancun to not worry about US Customs. We will mail the boxes we did get through and look for other empty, non-Cuban cigar boxes here in Cancun. IF they can find my stored Cohiba Esplendidos in Mexican Customs, I'll remove the rings and transfer them.




Yesterday morning, Kathy caught an early taxi to the airport. Mary changed her cell phone service to be able to make calls from Mexico. She talked with Kathy last night--she got home fine. After Mary got some sun and I played a couple of beach volleyball games (winning a bunch of points on my serve!), we took the bus in to Cancun, to Costco, where we bought food to fill the fridge here. We took it easy last night, soaking in the big Jacuzzi tub, napping, watching TV, including some CNN. It's great--to see images of President-elect Obama.

This morning, we walked the beach at sunrise, down to the snorkeling site by Club Med. A guy on the beach showed us a baby turtle he was holding. Yesterday morning Mary was given a baby turtle to release to the ocean. Water choppy this morning. We are still in recovery mode and may not do too much today. I just came back from beach volleyball--half an hour is about as much sun as I need. Mary's at the pool, working on her tan. Nap time for me.

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Wednesday, mid-day

On her morning beach walk to welcome the day, Mary found a baby turtle, on it’s back, in a trough in the sand, unable to right itself and get to the sea. She gave assistance.

I should have known better. We were picked up for our Mayan Palace breakfast and timeshare tour on schedule this morning. But, as we were signing in, we were informed that our debit cards, with MasterCard and VISA logos, did not qualify as the required credit card. I pointed out that wise travelers carry only debit cards, the ones that work at cash machines and cannot be used without a PIN number, if misplaced or stolen. No matter. They were not going to give us our Friday taxi to Playa del Carmen, the reason I signed on. The salesman asked me to not yell at him, smugly commenting that he wasn’t yelling at me. My response: If I was wasting half his day, maybe he WOULD be yelling at me. If I'd had a more moneyed look, instead of swim trunks and a tanktop, I expect they would have treated us better. I should have told the stuck up guy that I already have over a million timeshare points to use each year. At least they drove us back here to the Westin/Club Regina. And, we ate breakfast here in time for me to join the daily 11 a.m. volleyball game. Level of play is surprisingly good--for resort ball.

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Thursday eve

We took the bus to downtown Cancun today, to check on mailing home (Cuban cigars the issue--we don't want them confiscated from our luggage at US customs). Both Fed-Ex and UPS want a small fortune--like $50 to mail 4-5 pounds. The Mexican correo (post office) had a line that wasn't moving, so I decided to forget about waiting to ask. Word is, it's cheaper but takes weeks if not months to get delivery to the US. Then on to Mercado #28. Not fun--obnoxious English-speaking salesmen. One, in a jewelry shop, as we were leaving without a purchase, called us "cheapskates". Okay, the truth hurts. On to Mercado #23. Lonely Planet (guidebook) came through--very few tourists, much more pleasant shopkeepers, though they weren't willing to come down very far on prices. We did get a deal on fish and shrimp tacos. And fruit.

Mid afternoon, back at Club Regina, we found the key cards to our room were still not working, despite hotel staff promising this morning that they'd take care of the problem. While spacious and fairly comfortable, we've had several issues for maintenance to deal with and have found responsiveness spotty. This is the oldest of the Mexican Raintree resorts and problems of age are evident. They are undergoing unit renovation, but we didn't get a rehabbed unit.

Chatted with Mike and Maureen on the beach as the full moon rose from the ocean. They are from Santa Barbara. We've seen them a couple of times around the resort. Pleasant.

Early departure in the morning for Cozumel. Primary goal for our 2 days there is snorkeling. Then, 2 more nights here at Club Regina Cancun, before flying home.

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Cozumel pics to follow...

Sunday afternoon/evening, Club Regina, Cancun

Mary and I awoke this morning in Cozumel to a dark sky and lots of wind. We decided against either last activity on the island--catch a cab to another snorkeling spot from shore or catch a cab to the east side of the island. We met a friendly ex-pat and his visiting daughter at a cafe last night. She raved about the beauty and remoteness of the beaches on the other side of Cozumel. But gray sky and my camera out of battery (with my charger back in Cancun) were factors against that outing. As you will gather from the report below, we weren't optimistic about finding a rewarding last snorkeling experience.

On Friday we made great connections: hotel zone bus to downtown Cancun bus depot. Within 10 minutes, we were on a first-class bus for the trip of about an hour to Playa del Carmen. From the bus station it's about a 3-block walk down to the ferry terminal. Within 15 minutes we were launched, for the 40-minute crossing to Cozumel. While we left a lot of luggage at Club Regina, we still were carting a few bags, including our snorkeling gear. We would have caught a cab, but Mary read about an organic coffee shop about 5 blocks from the wharf, so we pulled and carried our bags there for breakfast. Then, it was only another 5-6 blocks to Amigo's B&B, se we walked, arriving just as Bob was about to leave to run errands. Our room was ready, as was the refreshing pool. Bob recommended snorkeling at nearby La Caletita Beach. Jumping off the rough coral edge in to the water, Mary wrenched both shoulders, especially her left one. Only to be rewarded with no coral on the ocean floor to see. A few fish. Before long we headed to the nearby cafe. There, I went in again and Mary elected to pass, given the smarting shoulders and another somewhat challenging entry in to the water. I snorkeled along the rocky shore for a while. It was fairly colorful, not much coral but other bright vegetation on the rocks and some variety of fish.

After more pool time and a rest, we walked down to the waterfront for sunset. Nice horizon, but a ship was right in the middle to it (not a cruise ship, although we saw a couple of them nearby). We picked an Asian restaurant for dinner, upstairs, looking out at the water. We were happy with our picks, though my Grubber fish can't compare to the Pargo that was so tasty in Cuba. On our way to an internet cafe, we passed a dive shop. Friendly shopkeeper, willing to give us pointers on other places to snorkel from shore, but also willing to give us a reduced rate to fill his boat in the morning ($25/person, instead of $35, providing we didn’t 't brag to the other snorkelers--who were Mexican--that we got a discount!). That sounded good to us, after our earlier bust at snorkeling off the shore.

On yesterday's boat outing, besides the two Mexican snorkelers, we were joined by a couple of Canadian divers. We snorkeled 3 different times. Once above a sunken ship. We were in a few meters of water to much deeper. Not much coral to look at. First stop, we were swarmed by fish, as the boat crew threw food in for them. The crew got a kick out of Mary's squeals at the fish brushing against her. 'Pleasant group of people, crew and tourists, but the snorkeling was disappointing. We've read and heard that Hurricane Wilma in 2005 did major damage to the shallow reefs around Cozumel. The divers were happy. And, on the ferry crossing this morning, we sat next to a couple of divers who were very satisfied with their dives here. But, for snorkeling, from our brief experiences (and, I expect a dive outfit to take us to the best snorkeling places in the vicinity), it looks to me like it's going to be years before this is again a destination for snorkeling.

Breakfast at Amigo's B&B wasn't something to write home about (So, you may be thinking, WHY am I writing about it?). To be fair, the coffee was good and there was plenty to fill up on, including a plate of fresh fruit and several choices of dry cereal; yogurt in the fridge, jam and peanut butter to put on toast made from plain bread. The first morning there was a young French couple staying there. "Hello" was the extent of our conversation. Even though I find all Europeans speak English, I hesitate to make that assumption. No sign of Kathy or Bob, the B&B owners, either morning. Maybe they don't want to impose on their guests. Their website and written information/instructions in the room are quite detailed. That led me to warn Mary that we might find they quite chatty, but such wasn't the case. As we were departing this morning, Kathy made a point of asking if we'd remembered to tip their staff, after also mentioning it in the in-room literature. We spared her our observations about all the bug bites and the smelly bathroom.

We again made connections like clockwork on our return to Club Regina: cab to wharf, ferry to Playa, bus to downtown Cancun, "Hoteles" bus back here. We arrived about noon and while waiting for our room to open up, we took in the Westin spa next door. Killer steam room. During our 5-night stay here last week we had numerous problems with our ground-level unit facing the back lawn. Perhaps as compensation, we got a view suite facing the ocean for our last 2 nights! Unlike the basement location last week, we have internet connection here and don't have to troop down to the lobby for a strong-enough signal. As I type, I hear and can make out the breakers on the sand below.

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Tuesday morning, 11/18, last day!

Tranquilo. I let out enough of our bubble bath Jacuzzi from last night to add straight hot for a morning soak, while looking out at the sunrise over the Caribbean.

Sorpresa. Abel (Havana casa owner) loved his surprises for us, including Kathy's birthday flowers and cake. Mary's sorpresa for me this morning--before she caught her 5 a.m. taxi to the airport, she made me fresh-squeezed orange juice and left 3 pastries, including a custard one implanted with peach slices--our favorite from Oaxaca stays.

Yesterday we bussed in to town with a box to mail. DHL said no cigars. We trooped on to FedEx, only to find it closed. Holiday. Is it NAFTA fallout? Apparently, Mexico is celebrating holidays on the nearest Monday, as Dia de la Revolucion is November 20. We stopped at a market, found a smaller box, took out the cigars, leaving other things bought in Cuba, and trekked back to DHL. Early afternoon. They too were closed for the rest of the holiday. Forget it. We've read Customs regulations--we can each bring 100 cigars in to the US duty-free. We have our receipts for Mexican cigars that we "bought" in Cozumel--we entered a jewelry shop asking about humidors, thinking that might be a way to bring back the cubanos. The shopkeeper's brother when looking, but came back empty-handed. They did have some simple wood boxes, some holding 5 cigars, others holding 3. Mary bought a ring and a pin and we bought 5 wood boxes for $30 US, 3 receipts for 50 Veracruz cigars (each) thrown in. The shopkeeper first told me to forget getting my impounded cigars back from Mexican Customs at the airport. He suddenly changed his tune, as it was dawning on him he could make some $ off us with the phony receipts.

Time to pack. My plane leaves at 4:40 p.m., but I want to allow plenty of time at the airport. I may check my bags here at the desk and snorkel off the Club Med beach. Mary and I didn't make the time to do that. In 2003 we were ecstatic on finding a big turtle swimming along through the reef there.

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Cancun airport, 3 hours before departure time

3 hours early? That's not my style. I came early in hopes of getting cigars out of impound, removing rings, ditching boxes and all evidence of their Cuban origin. But, I'm told I will be given the cigars as I am boarding. I hope I won't be sitting next to a narc!

I went snorkeling after checking out this morning. Weather was looking nicer, some sun breaks. But still windy and mostly overcast. And unusually cool. As soon as I entered the water, I noticed how murky it was. Wind was blustery. I headed out toward the reef, remembering that 5 years ago there was some wind and the current moved south. I noticed I was getting out from shore quickly and I decided to not push it by approaching the reef. No one with me, in the event I got in trouble. Besides, with the water so stirred up, I wasn't likely to see much in any case.

I must have put Mary's care package in my checked luggage, as I can't find it with my carrry-ons. Too bad. A burger and milk shake sounded inviting, until I saw they would cost $17.

So, I'm passing some of the time with this note. I'll have to see if wireless connection is available.

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Airborne, flying over West Texas.

All is good. Bush International (named after George H) Customs staff gave me the nod. In Cancun, I did get my boxes with time to pull rings and ditch the Cohiba boxes. I called Mary during layover in Dallas. She got through customs without incident too.

Summing up Mexico: Mary and I took it easy (for us), after our usual brisk pace in Cuba. Mary wanted to see Chichen Itza (I was there years ago), but we didn't find the time. While Club Regina is showing it's age and we had to cope with several problems (key cards not working, the stove top and coffee maker needed replacing, etc.). The ocean-view the last 2 nights was a big improvement. We were in a 1-bedroom suite, which combines both types of studios--one side having the kitchenette, the other has the king bed and jacuzzi. The couch that converts to a bed in the kitchenette side is less comfortable than the trundle they had in 2003. And the kitchen area is tight. Even so, the two studios combined make for a nice living space. While the kitchen area is limited, it works and after the half-day trip to Costco in downtown Cancun for supplies, eating out at expensive places can be the exception rather than the only alternative.

As I've already written about, the 2-day visit to Cozumel was disappointing. But, I've now been there. Next Yucatan trip we can take a break from Cancun by heading inland to Mayan ruins and historic towns, maybe get a feel for Mayan Indian life today. And/or to Isla Holbox, at the northern end of the peninsula.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Cuba 2008






Greetings from Cancun! My sister, Mary, her friend, Kathy and I flew to Havana from Cancun on Tuesday night, October 28, a week before the election. Some months ago, I decided I wanted to celebrate with the Cuban people. I will soon be writing our President-elect, suggesting that a great way to make a statement about a new approach internationally will be to summarily end the Cuban embargo.

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Wed eve, Oct 29

Sitting on the edge of my bed at Casa Particular (Cuban "B&B") Abel, Centro Havana. My 3-prong power cord doesn't fit the wall plug in, so I may lose power soon, as I just downloaded today's pics. We found an internet cafe in the Hotel Florida today. 'Very nice guy runs it and he says I can bring my laptop and plug in there, so I'm hoping to be able to add to my blogspot and let you know. No spellcheck on this WordPad and in the help index I can't find "spell check" or "check spelling". Why is that? Anyway, my proofreading will miss some typos. 'Sorry about that.

Doug answered the phone at 3:40 am on Tuesday and got me to the airport in plenty of time (Lucy off on a quilters' retreat). I had my usual body scan after setting off the machine and, also as usual, left something at security--my passport and ticket. The pat-down guy caught up with me and gave them back to me. Smooth flight to Denver, napping some. Then on to Cancun, where I waited until the last checked item to get my suitcase. While waiting for Sister Mary and her friend and co-worker Kathy, I chatted with a tourist guy, Carlos, in the airport. What do you know? He's selling timeshares! I let him know I already have Club Regina, but that didn't dissuade him. When I asked about transport to Playa del Carmen, to catch the ferry to Cozemel, Carlos saw his opening. He will provide private transport to Playa (taxi will cost about $80), and round trip ferry tickets, in addition to the free breakfast, in exchange for Mary and me (parading as a couple) sitting thru the Mayan Place 90-minute spiel. Oh, and a margarita and kalua thrown in as well.

Just about the time I sealed that deal, knowing Mary will cooperate, she showed up, with her cart heaped high. And, a few minutes behind her, Kathy. We all got the "green light"--no baggage check at immigration. The guy from (Canadian) Nash Travel was waiting for us at the Mexicana counter, to give us our tickets (that I purchased on line) and Cuban Visas. The flight to Havana was smooth too, arriving before 11 pm. Again, NO customs scrutiny--they just opened the doors for us! The taxista only had to reverse directions a couple of times to find Casa Abel (111 Blanco, between Trocadero & Animas). Abel was waiting for us. He's got children age 50, but doesn't look it. He helped lug all our suitcases up a long, steep marble staircase to the lovely living room with tall ceiling, arches and stained glass (see pics). Two bedrooms, each with private bath (If a curtain qualifies as "private".) Hot water via a switch that can't be left on or it may burn the house down, but makes the temperature muy buena.

This morning we met Abel's wife, Idey, and one of his sons, Rigo. I was confident that our rooms would be waiting last night, because Rigo had emailed me, asking that I buy him a motherboard and memory stick for his computer. After a delicious breakfast here at Casa Abel, I went to the Casa do Cambio. I was disappointed to learn that the Canadian $ has fallen considerably. According to almost all sources, there is a substantial extra fee to change US $ in the new Cuban Convertible (CUC). But it now takes almost $1.50 Cdn. to buy one CUC. So, things will be more expensive this time.

Today we walked. Casa Abel is a couple of blocks from the Malecon, the avenue along the bay. It's about a 15-minute walk to the entrance to the Bay of Havana, across from the fort and the northern edge of Havana Antigua. Photogenic stroll, the breaking waves on our left, the old colonial buildings, many in severe disrepair, across the Malecon.

We started running in to art and artisan shops. 'Found deals on cigars, but held off, as Rigo told me Abel is the one to get cigars from. 'Stopped for mojitos at the Bodeguita del Medio, made famous by Hemmingway. The colorful bartender told me I have a striking resemblance to the old man. I said I should--my middle name is Ernest and I am a writer too! The bar walls are filled with guest signatures. I'll have to wait to see if anyone takes me up on mine and emails me about it--"john-at-large.blogspot.com" !

Kathy wanted to email home. While heading toward a recommended spot, we happened on to the Hotel Florida and were escorted to their internet room, where we chatted with the friendly guy who runs it. He offered to let me hook up my laptop there.

On to the art and artisan market near the Plaza de Armas. I found Mary Gill's painting there, very similar to the ones I bought in 2003 and only recently had framed. Mary and Kathy got a few items, I found places to rest. We all walked back along the Malecon at sunset, with some time to relax before the lobster dinner here at Casa Abel that we had agreed to. Wonderful, but too much food. After dinner we chatted for an hour or more, over drinks and chocolate that Mary pulled out of her bags. A daughter, Sonia, and the gal that helps with the place also joined us. Lots of laughs about the remainder of a bag of jerky we still had--it would likely have been confiscated if Mary had been checked at either Mexican or Cuban Customs. Abel, after a couple of drinks, began lamenting the state of things in Cuba. Before the revolution, lots of cattle. Now few. He claimed he hasn't been able to get beef for 16 years, which prompted Mary to give him the jerky. He acted like it was too precious to share with the rest of his family, but eventually he did. They speak little English, but that didn't dampen the spirited exchanges.

'Tired. 'Hope I sleep as soundly as I did last night. After breakfast, the Zamora family are coming over--Mary has brought clothing and money for them, from a family member, Claudia. Kathy and Mary work with Claudia in Oregon (Developmental Disabilities).

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Thursday night. After another hearty breakfast with Abel and his family, we walked to the Parque Central, where we caught a tour bus to Playa del Este, not far out of Havana. No masseuse, like Mary found on our last visit in 2003. We walked in the surf, that had some undertow. 'Didn't see anyone out in the ocean and there were red flags along the beach--enough to keep me from going father than knee deep.

After that bus returned us to the Parque Central, we had mojitos at one of the hotels. We told the band that it's Kathy's birthday, so, of course, they sang to her. We next caught another bus that made a circuit around Centro Havana and Havana Vieja. It had an open upper deck, which gave us a great view of the many historic buildings and monuments.

After getting off that bus we made for Havana Club. In 2003 the lead singer, David, had befriended Mary and me. He's still there and quickly remembered us. Kathy again was serenaded. It didn't take much prodding from Mary to get Kathy up, playing the Guido with the band--as Mary had done in '03. We have a couple of pictures we took of David last visit, but they were back here in the room. We promised to bring them in a week, after we return from our Cuban road trip.

Rigo accompanied me to rent the car. It took longer than expected, but Rigo tells me we got a free upgrade to a medium sized car. Abel doesn't approve of my intended route tomorrow, along the less traveled north shore, on the way to the Vinales Valley. He warns that the recent hurricanes (Gustavo and/or Ike) have damaged roads. We'll see. I'm still inclined to try the north shore, since we'll travel the Carretera Central on our return from Vinales.

Kathy found a lovely bouquet of flowers waiting for her on our return to the casa, a gift from Abel. After dinner she was also treated to a yummy cake.

We didn't make it back to the internet cafe today. 'Not sure if we'll get any access in Vinales or Bay of Pigs (I'm still getting ridicule here at Casa Abel about saying our destinations include Bahia do los Cohones, meaning to say Cochinos). Understandable mistake, verdad?

Buenas noches.

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It's now Saturday night. We had less trouble driving out of Havana yesterday than we did on our first visit. I began following the north coast route, but somehow got turned around. Fortunately, we hadn't gone too many kilometers before we realized my error. We were close to the Carretera Central (central highway), so we got turned around and proceeded west. We visited Terrazas, up in the hills, swam in Rio San Juan, a pretty location with a series of falls. We next turned up to Soroa, where we took in mineral baths (alas, they weren't very warm) and each had a massage from the affable Pedro. We also met a Cuban guide there, very fluent in English. Seeing my Obama/Bidon button, he asked 2 questions, : 1) Will there be a manipulated error in ballot counting? 2) Will enough people, in the privacy of the ballot box, vote against a black man? I told him I timed this visit to be here next Tuesday, to rejoice with the Cuban people, as I look forward to Obama doing away with the blockage early in his presidency. It will be an opportunity for Fidel, Raul and the regime to
take steps toward more openness here, in exchange.

Night fell as we resumed our journey toward Vinales. We debated about stopping sooner, but we continued, again noting all the bikes and carts without lights or reflectors (I brought a bunch of reflectors to pass out). On arriving in Vinales, we found that Abel had called Marguerita 3 times, asking if we had arrived yet. He had recommended her casa particular to us and it's a good thing we persevered through the dark night on roads without lines and few signposts, as Abel has become something of a mother hen to us. Margarita and family proceeded to cook us a wonderful dinner

After a hearty breakfast, we went for a drive through the Vinales Valley, famous for its mogotes--mounds rising from the valley floor. Tobacco growing area, along with other crops. We stopped at Hotel Rancho San Vicente, reportedly site of hot mineral baths and internet. Internet, following recent hurricanes, still not working. Mineral baths cold (like yesterday). That makes 2 strikes (Did the Rays pull off a miracle? I don't have a clue). The 3rd strike?--I left our only car key in the ignition and locked all the doors. Locals worked for an hour, with what slim jim equipment they could rig up, without success. We finally called Cubacar (rental company) and they sent someone in another hour. No master key. No slim jim. You'll never guess--a balloon! He slid a bag in along side the window, that he inflated enough to reach in a bar that unlocked the door from inside! I need a new type of mishap in the future, after losing the key 5 years ago here and getting an electronic key wet in Oaxaca in 2004.

After a rainy day, we got some color at sunset. Mary and Kathy handed out bracelets, pens, tablets and other gifts to the kids in the house. Another superb dinner here at Margarita's tonight. The fish, Pargo, was wonderful. Mary was ready to go out (It's Saturday night), but Kathy and I outvoted her. I'm fighting a cold--I forget to take Airborne before getting on those planes!

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Greetings again. It's now Saturday night--No, scratch that--it's Sunday night, in Bay of Pigs, southern shore of Cuba. You youngsters may not know that a US-backed landing here in 1961, of Cuban exiles, with the intent of overthrowing Castro and his Communist regime, failed miserably. After dinner (another huge, tasty one*) at Dayami's casa particular, \she took us to a friend's house, so Kathy and I could check our email. I took along my laptop, hoping I could plug in to his server, but he explained it's dial-up. And, or course, slow. I scanned new emails and sent Lucy a brief one. I may get lucky in Trinidad. If not there, during the last couple of days in Havana I'll get to the email room at the Florida Hotel.

This morning Mary and I watched a colorful sunrise on Margarita's roof in Vinales. Some clouds, but the sun rose, after a mostly rainy day yesterday, although there was some color at sunset last night. The 5-6 hour drive to Bay of Pigs was fairly smooth, except for the Havana. You'd think the "Autopista National" would be clearly marked and swing around the capitol, right? Mary and I still are dumbfounded by the difficulty we had in 2003, finding the autopista. So, we were not reticent to ask, including one of the gals we gave a ride to (Lots of people gather at underpasses on the freeway, many waving money, in hopes of hitching a ride). No way. We kept asking more people and believed we were almost there when a couple of guys hailed us and talked there way in to the back seat. Since they were out there with the other hitchers, we figured we'd drop them closer to where they were going and they could show us the on-ramp. Many turns and kilometers later, we were indeed on the autopista. Before getting out, they informed us they needed cab money to get to where they were going. We said no, we hadn't agreed to take them out of their way, they could have gotten out closer to where they waned to go and given us what advice they could at that point. Reluctantly, we gave them some Cuban pesos (it takes 24 Cuban pesos to make one CUK (Convertible--the tourist currency now) and they unhappily got out. Another jinterismo ("hustling") experience that we'd rather have avoided.

Arriving in Playa Larga around 3 pm, we made our casa particular choices. Abel's choice was away, so we were introduced to Dayami, next door. She has only one room, but took us around back, to the next street, also with one room, which is where I am staying.

We got in a nice late afternoon snorkel nearby, then watched a fabulous sunset.

* Usually I lose several pounds on my Latin American jaunts. At this rate, I don't see it happening this trip.

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Election morn! Kathy and Mary will be here soon for breakfast at Damara's casa particular (Playa Larga, Bay of Pigs) and we will head toward Trinidad, stopping in Cienfeugos to see if we can find Javier. We have a couple of photos from last trip for him, and his special necklace he insisted Mary take as a gift from him, that she now feels he should have.

Yesterday was stay close to the casa for Kathy, suffering a bout of turista. Mary and I snorkeled at Punta Perdida. Nice. Broken clouds, so the sun was bright on the coral and fish some of the time. Some wind, but the waves and current were manageable. We stopped and looked at the cenote--a salt-water pool. It had lots of swimmers and we agreed the ocean was cleaner and more inviting.

Even though the gas gauge was a bit above empty, the car began acting like it might be running out of fuel. We were informed there is no gas station in Playa Larga (Mary and I agreed--with future rentals south of the border, gas up more often, avoiding "E" anxiety) and we had to drive to a nearby town for fuel. We made it. Along the way, we listened to a variety of birds and took pictures of the swamplands. We are next to the Bosque de Zapata--a nature reserve. Entrance is permitted only with a guide. We met a guide yesterday. He agreed to take us to look for pink flamingos and tiny hummingbirds this morning, but we decided we want to get to Trinidad earlier in the day.

After another huge and tasty dinner, including lobster AND crocodile, we were joined by Negro, a 20-year old, trying to sell us necklaces of black coral. He spoke some English and was a nice guy. The necklaces were pretty, but we had to tell him we can't buy black coral, as it is endangered.

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Election night, Trinidad

We don't know. We watched some early evening Cuban TV and saw a US map with lots of blue states, including Florida, Pennsylvania and Colorado, but we weren't sure if they were simply projected as Obama. About 10:30 pm (We are on Eastern time here) we chatted with a Cuban employee at a local music place. He said Obama had 53% of the returns. Nice guy. Spoke fairly good English. I gave him my Obama/Bidon button. We will know in the morning.

We stopped in Cienfuegos, had a mojito at the same bar on the plaza that we visited in 2003. Live band. A band member recognized Javier from his photo--said he lives near him. Mary and I wrote a note on the back of the photo and asked the band member to give it to Javier.

Not much traffic on the narrow road to Trinidad. As we entered the outskirts, we were accosted by a guy who told us the road was under repair and there is a detour--that he could help us around it. 'Struck me as a jinitero (hustle) move. Not seeing signs of a detour, I continued on. A few blocks later, there he was again--on a bicycle.. I showed him the business card for the casa particular recommended by Abel and immediately he produced a card from his pocket (Kathy and Mary later remarked they saw he had a stack of cards he pulled from his pocket) for the same casa, saying it was owned by his mother and we should follow him there. A few blocks later, along Trinidad's cobblestone streets, we arrived at a door with no signage as a casa particular. I asked where his mother was. He said her casa was full and therefore we were going to stay at this location. The jinterismo was becoming increasingly obvious. I told him so. Mary cautioned me against making him mad, which could provoke some kind of retaliation. I proceeded to ask others for directions to the casa on the card and found it a few blocks away. In fact, it didn't have room for us, but the real son of the owner of the casa, Jose Ricardo, took us down the block to his casa (Antonio Maceo # 382, tel. 0053-41-994702). Wonderful place, not far from the historic center.

After arriving this afternoon, Mary and Kathy took siestas and I walked 3 blocks to the internet cafe. I though the attendant looked familiar. When I asked if she was working there 5 years ago, she quickly remembered I had given her a baseball cap. No chance of hooking up my laptop, so my only Cuban hope to paste this in to my on-line blog will be Hotel Florida in Havana.

Before and after dinner (Here at the casa--delicious, including Pargo, the fish I so liked in Vinales), we took in live music. Some talented dancers at the Casa de Musica, where we had hooked up with our young dance troop friends last time.

I'm tired enough I expect to sleep well, even though I don't have knowledge of the election results.

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Wed night, 11/5

Obama, Obama, Obama. Singers. Artisan vendors. European travelers. Parking lot attendant. We all rejoice.

We did some street shopping in Trinidad today, mostly hand-made clothing, It's a joy to find things for Juliet, my 13-month old granddaughter. After a mid-day siesta, we got in the car to make our way to the old church above town. I passed an unmanned gate and got in to a poor barrio of hilly, narrow cobblestone streets. Mary voiced reservations about continuing. Catcalls from some stoops were especially unnerving, But, we made it to the old church and the disco in a cave. We had heard that the young dancers we befriended in 2003 perform there, but the guy on duty couldn't tell us much.

We proceeded to Playa Ancon, to swim and walk the beach. Sunset was less colorful than last night. We returned to Trinidad after dark and again had to avoid bikes and carts without reflectors (We've managed to give away most of the stash I brought).

After another delicious dinner here at the casa of Jose Ricardo (another lovely soup, then salad, then prawns, yucca and rice), we made our way back to the Casa de Musica, where the singer from last night remembered and embraced us. He enjoyed my remark that he looks "muy parecido" to Magic Johnson--only smaller. We got some good night pics of him and the female singer. After another stop to take in entertaining singers and dancers, we headed back to the casa.

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Thursday night, 11/6

Our last night in Trinidad. Today was low-key. We did some more strolling of the town and bought some things. Since Ricky J's (Kate and Rick's restaurant) is going to have an old car theme, I've picked up some original paintings of 1950's cars, along with some paper mache replicas. We had lobster tonight. All meals at this clean, pleasant casa have been spectacular. Jose has been friendly and helpful and his young partner, Angela, has been great too. I will sum up the casa particular scene here in Cuba later.

We walked to the fancy Iberostar Gran Hotel for farewell mojitos and decided to pass on the live music scene tonight. It's rained on and off today. Tropical Storm Paloma is due to make landfall just east of here on Sunday, the day we plan to fly back to Cancun from Havana. Locals say not to worry, this storm doesn't look that big. No notable wind yet--still a long way off.

Early start for Havana in the morning--the plan is to get the rental car back without a big rush. I hope to transpose this to my blog, pics added, perhaps tomorrow evening at the Florida Hotel.

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Saturday night, 11/8, last night in Cuba

Our return trip from Trinidad with the rental car was smooth. I did get pulled over by policia after going past a truck and too fast through a checkpoint. After a few minutes looking at my docs, he gave me a short lecture about going slower and we were back on the road. We didn't catch the perimeter road around Havana that shows on the map--if it exists. I was pleased with my choice of route through the city and back to Abel's casa. Rigo went with me to return the car. I got pulled over by policia AGAIN--for making a right turn without using my turn signal. Rigo got out and had a several minute discussion with the young policeman, who was inclined to give me a ticket. Some of Rigo's argument: I am American and have put myself at risk to come to visit Cuba; also, I am getting old and should be forgiven for sometimes missing details--like using turn signals. Reluctantly, the militare resorted to the lecture and gave papers back to me without a fine.

It was a homecoming to return to Abel's He complains about the lack of meat these days in Cuba, so we brought him some. Jose, casa particular owner in Trinidad, confirmed beef is very hard to come by, but we brought Abel back a couple of kilos of cerdo sin grasa (lean pork). Of course, he was delighted. We did some bar hopping last night with Sonia--Abel and Idey's daughter--in the rain. 'Not sure if it's hurricane-related. We hear Paloma has been upgraded to a category 4 and heading for the SE shore of Cuba. Havana is on the north shore and somewhat west of its path.

Today we again visited Claudia's family, this time in their home. Lots of photos and laughs. Then to the internet cafe at the Hotel Florida, laptop in hand. With help, I did get on line. But, the connection was so slow I gave up on trying to do a blog entry with pics. Hopefully the connection in Cancun will be faster. I caught up with Kathy and Mary at the art market, where I got one more old car painting for Ricky J's. On to the Floridita Bar, where we had pictures taken with a bust of Hemmingway. The gals took in the Museum of Cuban Art while I hung out in the park. Next we caught a horse-drawn carriage to the Hotel Nacional, where we bought tickets for the cabaret tonight. It was very colorful and animated. I stayed awake, which is some tribute to the entertainment.

4 pm flight to Cancun tomorrow. Everyone says Paloma is far enough east that our flight should not be delayed. 'Hope so--'looking forward to the luxury of our timeshare at Club Regina, next to the Westin in Cancun.

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Summing up Cuba: We had a great time. Kathy fit right in. She lost her husband to fast-acting cancer just a year ago. She approached Mary about joining us. When I asked her why, Kathy said she’s decided to spend time with people who are positive and fun--like Mary. While Mary and I didn't remember food as the high point in 2003, we consistently enjoyed eating at casas this time---where we slept. Dinner as well as breakfast most every day. All casa owners were friendly. While Mary and Kathy brought a variety of things to share--makeup, soap, medications, writing pads, pencils, pens, light stick bracelets, etc.--the one U.S. product I brought along was reflectors--a bunch of them. As in 2003, driving after dark was hazardous--most bikes and carts without any way to see them, road shoulders nonexistent (we did see some cd's hanging off carts, acting as reflectors). While still encountered frequently, jinterismo (hustling) didn't seem as remarkable this trip. We found more open criticism of the government, but it may just have been the people--I expect that 5 years ago Abel was unhappy with the regime and ready to complain about it. While there was some enthusiasm for my prediction that Obama will quickly end the embargo, most Cubans are hesitant--skeptical . They are afraid to get their hopes up.

Here's my advice I've sent to Barack (Choice.gov):

"Congratulations, Mr. President-elect. I look forward to wonderful changes during your administration.

"Some things will take time. The economy cannot be righted overnight. Ending the war in Iraq--that you and I both knew in was a grievous blunder before it was launched--must to careful and measured.

"I suggest a change that can be quick and have a huge impact on our standing in the international community: End the Cuban embargo. Unconditionally. While you may be tempted to ask the Castro regime to reciprocate with more freedoms for the Cuban people, I expect such reciprocity may not be forthcoming. The embargo is a great allay of the Cuban government. Poor productivity, high unemployment--you name it: the culprit is not the Party, it's the US embargo.

"So, to most benefit the Cuban people and to let the rest of the world know you are in step with them (You know of the annual vote in the United Nations, overwhelmingly recommending we end the embargo), I urge you to quickly and unconditionally declare that our blockade of Cuban has been counterproductive and is over! This is the quickest and most effective way to bring about democratic reforms within Cuban."

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Remembering Harold





June 12, 2008

Remembering Harold (AKA Fred, AKA Sonny Boy)

Harold would have been 74 today. I have recently been written off by a special friend, which reminds me of Harold. He wrote me off, a few times. I am thankful we got past those misunderstandings.

I have decided to add this to my john-at-large blogspot. While the blog is devoted to travel, it seems right, to include this piece on the journey of friendship. Plus, Harold was a traveler. Most of my photos of/with Harold are 35 mm. Perhaps I’ll get around to converting them to digitals pics so I can include them on the blog.

As a merchant seaman, Harold saw many corners of the world. He was proud of his conversational skills in several languages. Hitchhiking across Turkey especially caught my fancy. I had thoughts of a detour returning from the long weekend to Show Low, Arizona for Dustin’s wedding last month. I once asked Harold for his most favorite place on earth. To my surprise, he answered: “The Grand Canyon”. Perhaps next trip to visit Dustin and Danielle in Phoenix, I’ll make it to Harold’s #1.

Back to broken friendship: I was proud of getting past those Harold write-offs. It’s easy to blame the dismissive “friend”. After all I’ve done for him, what right does he have to reject me?! Do I prefer the solace of feeling wronged over fighting to preserve the friendship? What would Jesus do?

Perhaps time will be healing. Without answers to my questions today, let me end with a couple of notes I wrote following Harold’s unexpected death.

Harold and I made a day trip to Oregon on December 18, 2004. He helped me load up my father-in-law's table saw. We enjoyed lunch with my mother. We agreed it was a good thing, that he had come with me. He almost didn't, as he had not been feeling all that great, physically or emotionally. We agreed to get out again, soon. But, a week later his sister, Donna, called. He died Christmas night or early the next morning, apparently from a stroke. He had been battling prostate cancer and other medical complications for a few years.

My note to his sister a week after his death, accompanying belongings I sent to her:

Dear Donna,

I joke about the enjoyment I derive from jumping up and down in dumpsters. The difference, from overflowing to half full is demonstrable and unequivocal, unlike most of our interventions in the helping professions. We may want to believe we've gotten through to a client and helped him or her make life changes. Alas, it's human nature to fall back in to the grooves of old habits.

But, I also feel good about my career as a psychiatric social worker--getting paid for being an engaging, helpful person.

Working with Fred was immensely rewarding. While I was accused of lacking professional boundaries, becoming his friend always felt right. I take pride in never being written off by him. Well, there were a few times he tried to dismiss me--as insincere, uncaring and self-centered (maybe not in those exact words). But I didn't let his transitory contempt keep me away and he soon forgave me and welcomed my calls and visits. Not always, but usually I felt I brightened his day. We laughed time and again about some of our special outings. Like the day he helped me get in some firewood. I dropped him at a bus stop, as the schedule indicated he could catch buses home. Alas, one bus didn't come and he couldn't make his connections. There was something in his gait along the highway's shoulder, after dark, making his way toward his mobile home in East Tumwater, that prompted a Good Samaritan to stop and give him a lift the last 15 miles. He would have made it on his own, walking. He did from our Wednesday evening patient-family education class, about a 20-mile jaunt in the night. He bolted before class was over, after being repeatedly snubbed by CEO, Dr. Dennis. It was one of his favorite topics--how the brain is constructed and works. He politely waited while Dr. Dennis allowed other class members to monopolize for several minutes. He stood up, but still didn't get recognized. So, fed up with all of us, he split.

I have my vulnerable times when I feel disrespected and want to retreat and lick my wounds. Helping Fred move away from "Poor me" has been nurturing to myself as well.

And then there were the "superb" times, when life was good, Fred's eyes sparkled and his wit was ever present. His generosity was boundless.

The quantity of cards in these boxes attest to the many friends that enjoyed
Sonny Boy's companionship. He will be missed.


Matt,

I spoke with your Uncle Fred on his return to Washington State from his fortuitous last visit with his mother. One of his warmest memories of that first trip to Michigan in many years was the connection he made with you, his great nephew.

When I realized I had failed to pack this cap with the other things I sent your grandmother, I decided to save it for a birthday gift. I’m sure you’ve been told many things about Uncle Fred, in addition to times spent with him. Life was often hard for him, with many misunderstandings, including a less than honorable discharge after taking a blow in the side of the head in service of his country in Korea.

When I left my first job at the state hospital (to go off to graduate school, years before I met Uncle Fred there), I made a “last will and testament”, playfully offering co-workers and patients my perspectives. My wish for you, Matt, is that, with this Korea Veteran cap, you inherit your Uncle Fred’s thirst for knowledge and his thoughtfulness toward other living beings (people and animals).

John Lowry
April 5, 2005

Friday, April 4, 2008

Sanny Union, March 2008






In the works since last summer, the long-anticipated get together of Eunice Ann Ball and her offspring came to pass, Colorado Springs, March 27 – 31. With a diagnosis over a year ago of Stage 4 lung cancer, a gathering of the clan was conceived, to rejoice with her while she is still with us. This is the account of her son-in-law, Lucy’s partner, John Lowry.

Selected photos: http://picasaweb.google.com/wrinkles45/SannyUnion308

And Lucy’s perspective: http://picasaweb.google.com/wrinkles45/SannyUnionLucyS

Lucy, Nate, Kate, Rick, 6-month old Juliet and I caught a late flight out of Seattle on Thursday evening. We rendezvoused with Dustin at the Denver airport and climbed in to a couple of rental cars, arriving at Arran & Shawnee’s in the wee hours of Friday morning. We were up and on the move by mid-morning. Perhaps skiing and boarding should not have been taken off the agenda, as our tee time at the Air Force Academy for late morning had to be cancelled due to a frozen course. Our consolation was a driving range in 33-degree temperature, without wind chill consideration, ending in a putting contest on a fast putting green, won by Arran.

Meanwhile, Friday the women folk and children took the cog rail train http://www.cograilway.com/ to the top of 14,110 ft. Pike’s Peak. While the train climbed out of the cloud cover in to bright sunshine, it was windy and bighting cold at the summit. Several reported intoxication from the altitude. Sanny was given a shirt proclaiming her summit of Pike’s Peak without oxygen.

Besides the Lowrys, Arran and Shawnee’s 6500 sf home easily accommodated Sanny. It’s tucked away in a hillside wild enough to be habitat for lots of deer, a family of fox at times and an occasional bear. Mary stayed with John and Amanda. They have been house sitting, waiting to close on their home north of Colorado Springs.

After a pizza feed, Friday night we hit the in-house pool at Arran and Shawnee’s. Cannonballs and keep away. Great fun. Movie time at the in-house theater later in the evening. Interspersed with the camaraderie and the wonderful food, the trampoline was a playful adjunct.

After Rick cooked a killer breakfast, Saturday some went shopping in artsy Manitou Springs while others took a scenic drive up in to the Rockies, to gamble at Cripple Creek. With veterans Shawnee and Arran, I braved the hold ‘em table, winning 3 hands before ending up out of chips. Big winner? Sanny--$190 at a penny slot!! We resumed gambling that evening with a hold ‘em tournament. While out of her element (slots), Sanny played well, winning some big hands before going out 3rd, just out of the money. Finalists were John H and John L, with some close all-ins, stacks of chips moving back and forth. Finally, my pocket Jacks went all-in against John Huckstep’s Ace and 4. The flop included an Ace, favoring the younger John. But, the River was a Jack, giving me the win!

Sunday: picture day at Garden of the Gods, an area of spectacular rocks. Shawnee’s friend, a photographer, met us there and took lots of pics, while we amateurs snapped away as well.

John and Amanda’s purchase closed on Friday. After the photo shoot, Sunday afternoon we got a preview of their beautiful new home, in a great neighborhood of long-needled pines, a walking trail alongside.

Arran, Nate, John and John played some volleyball early Sunday evening, getting home in time for Rick’s chicken parmesan and the final hold ‘em tournament. Sanny again played well, going out 4th. I was chip leader for a while, before Rick took me out, only to be defeated by Arran.

While cool in the mornings, the weather became increasingly nice. We were able to get in the round of golf at the Air Force Academy on Monday. We considered Arran, Dustin and John playing best ball against Nate, but ended up playing our own ball, for better and worse. We all had our moments of greatness. Nate was disappointed to drive over the dogleg on one 4-par, ending up on the fringe, only to settle for par after 3-putting.

It was a special weekend. The children—Pax, Caden, McCoy, Jenna, Mason and Juliet—got along wonderfully. We are a generous, thoughtful, intelligent, observant, energetic, ambitious, fun-loving bunch. Qualities that rubbed off from the gal that brought us together. Thanks, Sanny.

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Hawaii second

















































I'm home. It's Monday night. I am sleep deprived but not feeling it yet. So let's wrap up the trip:

If you want to see the pics first (repeat of album from 1st Hawaii blog entry), or just plain skip my narrative below, go to
https://get.google.com/albumarchive/102259876019428056805/album/AF1QipME3htQxfNtj_JAJDk-n4-B9Yy1NzfdMjM-DMGH

Saturday morning notes: I knew the week would go quickly. Yesterday morning we returned to the beach next to the Place of Refuge. A friendly local, Dede, instructed us on the best place to get in and out of the water (My knee wound is healing nicely). We were early enough to get an excellent parking spot and a great place in the sand, in the shade of a palm, for Mom and Juliet. No swimming turtles spotted this time, but we got some great pics of one, feeding in the edge of the surf, on the lava shoreline. You can't tell its size from the picture. I'd guess its back is about 15” wide.

On the way back to town we stopped at a coffee roaster. The young man was very informative, trying to defer the price of his products, while priming us with chocolate-coated beans. The non-organic lb. was a mere $36, while the primo organic was $48/pound! What passes for Kona coffee really only has a small percentage of lower quality Kona beans in it. Did you know that darker roasts have less caffeine? The longer roasting takes some of the caffeine out. Mary bought a half-pound. I'm holding out to see if Jenny and her husband have beans for sale.

Last night we attended a luau. On the shoreline, walking distance from the condo. Very well done. 'Began before sunset. The buffet was excellent, as were the musicians, the MC (great singing voice too) and the dancers. Two of the male dances were real hunks, including the fire thrower. Far from having stranger shyness, almost 6-month Juliet is a shameless flirt. She took to several of our table companions. See pic of her and the dancer (too bad it isn't sharper). Can you read the dancers’ minds: “HOW long is this creepy old man going to leave his hands on our backs?—Get this picture-taking over!

Saturday was Mom's 92nd birthday. We didn't go far—to the farmer's market, really an artisan market, to pick up gifts. We went to Quinn's for lunch, a place recommended by Monet and Mark, volleyball buddies of mine. Great lead—the Ono fish was fantastic. While not fancy, the setting was more real than Rain Forest Cafes, with an open-air hillside next to our table and a little bird jumping by without being a pest.

Sunday the check out time is 10 a.m. Our flight was a red eye about 10:30 p.m. After two calls to give the okay, condo security let us leave our bags. We loaded up Jenny's loaners and headed north about half an hour to check out Haulalia, the 4-Seasons resort that Tracy says is beautiful. She could have got me a reduced rate (How much less than the usual $300 she didn't say) at the Nicklaus course there. If I had my game more together...Nah, I can't imagine my game good enough for resort green fees. Indeed, the resort is a beaut. We ate our packed lunch on the edge of their pool stocked with lots of fish, including several manta rays.

Jenny and Rich's coffee farm is up the slope a couple of miles from the Place of Refuge. They have quite a story. Several years ago the owner's of the farm were caught for falsely marketing Latin American beans as "Kona" and ended up in prison. The next owners mis-managed in a big way, leaving the place a dump. They have been working hard to turn it around and have become a major processor of green coffee on the island. We were treated to a tour and then a roasting of some super fancy beans, bringing home a big bag for ourselves and a bag to deliver to Katie.

One more sunset at the beach, by the Place of Refuge, dinner at a Mexican place in Kona, back to the condo to cram in all our luggage. If the plane had left on time, it would have been a very close call. Since it was an hour late, we were okay.

It was a plucky vacation, this 4-generation group, staying in a one-bedroom place, fitting in to a rental car that I intended to be mid-sized (an upgrade from compact), but in fact wasn't very spacious. We pulled it off. It was a splendid week. Even with her first 2 teeth coming through during the week and lots of time in the car seat, Juliet was a trooper. She is so alert, responsive to new acquaintances that show an interest in her. I look forward to taking her along on travels in coming years. Mom, of course, was her enthusiastic, appreciative, adaptable self. Mary, my traveling buddy, was her thoughtful, fun-loving self, so happy to take a break from her grueling job keeping Oregon's most challenging citizens out of institutions. And Kate, who lovingly helps me laugh at myself.

Once again, the pics:
https://get.google.com/albumarchive/102259876019428056805/album/AF1QipME3htQxfNtj_JAJDk-n4-B9Yy1NzfdMjM-DMGH

Until next time,

John

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Hawaii first








It's Tuesday morning. I'm at the round table on the patio, just over the fence from the pool, which is just over the fence from the lava beach and surf here at Kona Reef.. A little bird, bright yellow, with orange head, is jumping around next to me. Taking off my light-colored tank top (Now don't worry where this is going...) helps reduce the glare on my laptop screen (Not that I've gotten THAT dark a tan already). We did kick back by the pool for a while yesterday, taking it easy after our 3 hour flights down the coast to LA, 6-hour layover and 5-hour flight in to Kona, on the west side of the Big Island.
Kate, Juliet and I started in Seattle; Mom and Mary left from Portland. We ran into each other right away, in the Alaska terminal at LAX, where it took 2 bus rides, including driving out on to runways, to get to the American terminal, where time passed fairly quickly, including entertaining 5 & a half-month Juliet and frequently interacting with her admiring public.
The Kona airport is a casual open-air Hawaiian village-looking place. No doubt they still manage security requirements. We shuttled over to the Alamo car rental, where we picked out a cruiser-type Chevy. The luggage, including the stroller, was a tight fit, some of it on laps, but we got it all in. The drive from the airport is only about 15 minutes. But there are few addresses on buildings on Alli Drive. We stopped to ask a uniform standing out front of the Hard Rock Cafe. He didn't know the address where he works. But he found someone who did know that we were about a block from our destination. Busy place, Kona Reef. Not a parking place to be found. The after-hours security guy (We arrived about mid-night Hawaiian time--2 hours earlier than Pacific Standard) instructed me where to double-park. We got settled quickly in to our 1-bedroom with a Murphy bed plus a couple of couches in the front room, Mom and Mary in the bedroom, Kate and Juliet on the Murphy bed, one couch pushed next to the Murphy bed, to be ready for when Juliet becomes more mobile than rolling only from back to front or front to back, which may be this week, John getting the last couch and finding it plenty comfortable.

For pics, go to
https://get.google.com/albumarchive/102259876019428056805/album/AF1QipME3htQxfNtj_JAJDk-n4-B9Yy1NzfdMjM-DMGH

After viewing the photo album, you should be able to get back to this narrative by hitting the back arrow on your browser...

It's now Wednesday morning. To recap Monday, besides pool time we made store runs to fill up the fridge, hearing that restaurants are expensive here. Indeed, local coffee at breakfast was $5/cup! But it was a wonderful view. Outside Costco, I sat will Juliet,decked out in a white bonnet. Of course we had a steady stream of admirers and she knew it!
Jenny came by and dropped off some toys and beach things. She and her family have migrated here, have a coffee farm south of Kona. Jenny is a good friend of Katie, my dental hygienist.
Chicken and pasta salad was delicious, here on our patio. Temperature is ideal, a freshening breeze most of of the time,
Yesterday (Tuesday), we went to Kahlalu'u Beach, about 4 miles south. Mom and Juliet got a place on the beach, mostly in the shade but also with umbrellas. Kate, Mary and I snorkeled. Lots of bright fish, some with different colors than I've seen in Mexican and Cuban waters. Some pretty coral. I happened on to a turtle. It didn't seem concerned, as I swan along side for a couple of minutes. After we got jut of the water we walked along the shore and took pictures of several turtles in the edge of the surf. Misfortune: Mary's underwater digital camera opened while she was snorkeling, so she fears it's ruined, after taking many wonderful pics, under water and above.
Wednesday is cruise ship day here in Kona. So, we figure it's the day to get out of town. We plan to drive to the Hilo side of the island, noted for it's greenery and rain.
Thursday morning. Our vacation is already about half spent! I knew it was going to be a long day, making the whole island circuit. At 9 a.m. we stopped by Costco on our way out of town yesterday morning, to see if they open earlier here, hoping to pick up a new digital camera for Mary. We then headed north. Following the guidebook (Hawaii--The Big Island Revealed) suggestion, we had breakfast at the Hawaiian Style Cafe in Waimea. The author got that one right--huge portions, including meat. Ranch country, pretty and fresh at 2500 ft. elevation.
We continued through lovely country, including vast stands of eucalypti. We took a short walk through rain forest to Akaka Falls, a 420-footer. Then to the Hawaii Tropical Botanical Garden, a lush preserve that borders the beautiful ocean. While this part of the island is so green due to lots of rain, yesterday it was beautiful--sun and blue skies. The garden is on a steep hillside. Mom got lots of admiration for trooping around it. We'll be celebrating her 92nd birthday on Saturday!
Knowing we had a long trip back, we just skirted Hilo. It was a pretty town. We reached Hawaii Volcanoes Nat'l Park at about 5 p.m. We drove to 3 viewing places. Part of the crater rim drive is closed due to current volcanic activity and high levels of sulfur dioxide. It would have been a much longer trip if we had visited the Puna region, where hot lava can be seen, sometimes plummeting in to the ocean. Kate and I walked through a lava tube, a cave created when molten lava suddenly quit flowing, after the top had cooled and hardened. The below ground, hotter liquid magma flowed out, leaving the tube.
Back on our clockwise trip around the island, we skipped Black Sand and Green Sand Beaches, as well at South Point, as night was approaching. In the dark, it was a long 50 miles on curvy road back to Kona. We were all troopers but especially little Juliet, stuck in her car seat. Mercifully, after miles on NO signs of civilization on this only road around the southwest part of the island, we came upon a pizza place about 20 miles south of Kona. We got back in time for a dip in the pool/hot tub, before the 10 o'clock pool curfew. I previewed and saved pics to the laptop before another restful night on my couch-bed.
It's now Thursday afternoon. Mom is visiting the University of the Nations, a missionary endeavor,while the girls shop. I'm sitting with my right leg propped up—to discourage a new bleed. We went snorkeling today at Honaunau Bay, formerly known as the City of Refuge. Beautiful coral. After following a turtle for a while, I decided to go to shore with my underwater camera, as I'd taken the last picture and I didn't want to have to worry about dropping it. The lava shoreline looked okay and I thought I had only a slight bump climbing out. But, then I noticed a stream of blood running down my leg. Whatever I bumped (coral or lava) was very sharp—it filleted my knee open for about an inch. So, I get to play invalid. I hope it heals enough to go back in the water tomorrow.
I purchased internet access at the desk for the week. The signal isn't good enough here in the condo unit. After the sunset, I plan to hobble out by the pool, get on line, add this to my blog.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

blog creation day



With Hawaii less than a month away, I'm setting up my blog. Recent travel blogs from SE Asia by Roger's son, Alex, have inspired me. With laptop along, I'm expecting to be able to add digital pics to my notes from the road. I got the emailing-while-traveling bug from Julie. Delightful reading--her pangs of hunger fresh in her mind, after being lost for hours in a French vineyard.

The archived emails were not spell-checked, but I’m not going to try to edit them.
First, I figured out how to add about 5 photos, appearing ahead of each segment. Then I found that Picasa is an easy way to add photo albums. Early in each narrative you'll find the Picasa link (“http://picasa….”) to a few of my favorite pics from that trip. I know, some of the pics are repeats, but I think they’re worth viewing twice!

I welcome your comments, especially if you seek my advice--treat me like I'm a savvy traveler (Look out, Rick Steves!). If interested in nice and affordable Mexican accommodations, ask about my timeshare deals.
To view entries from past years, click on the year in the Archives--upper right of the main page or click on "Older Posts" at the bottom.
Ordered by date, my emails from past travels:

November 2006 – Oaxaca
November 2005 – Guadalajara to Puerto Vallarta
June 2005 – Cabo
November 2004 - Oaxaca
September 2004 – China & Tibet
November 2003 – Cuba & Mexico
November 2002 – New Zealand & Australia

John
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