I struggle with how to make this post. Almost two months ago, my father-in-law crossed to the next life. Although a somber time, it was also a chance to reunite with family and meet in person with those I only know from emails and facebook.
I found this picture of Chai Lian Hing at Daughter’s birthday in Frankfurt.
Daughter 4th birthday at Heinrich-Hoffmann-Museum Schubertstrasse
Booking a last minute trip to Malaysia involved a forty hour stopover in Muscat. I was able to book a room somewhat close to the airport. Only on arrival did I realize it was in the Bawshur dunes in the outskirts. Muscat is not known to be a city for walking, but in early February the temperatures were just in the 20s with a nice breeze off the Gulf of Oman. I could join Al Ghubrah Street after a short 20 minute walk from my room. There were no sidewalks but I and some immigrant workers found the median an excellent path. I followed this to the city and then on to the bay.
My room was located over the next dune.
Toward the city, a mosque and the gulf.
The mosque up close at night.
Heading into the city. Other walkers are near the bridge.
Looking back at the Bawshur dunes.
Halfway and time for a break in the Grand Mall.
To the beach on the Gulf of Oman
I could not resist this Cat in MusCat.
We have visited Lugano many times since Daughter started University there. It has always been rushed with just two or three days. This time, we booked a week. This gave me the chance to investigate some of the back roads and paths in the surrounding communes of Sorengo and Collina d’Oro. With a nod to a followed blogger, here are Walking Finds, 1.
Sculpture in a Parking Lot along the walk back from IKEA
Above the door is a figurehead and the plaque, Casa Mia
A Pilgrimage to Hermann Hesse House
Local art embedded in buiding walls, Down the street a marker commemorating an old chapel.
Even the statues need to relax after so much walking.
The Republic of San Marino is the world’s smallest republic. Neither is it a member of the European Union nor does it belong to the Eurozone. Yet, it is entirely surrounded by the European Union (Italy) and uses the Euro as its currency (as Montenegro and Monaco do). Since staying in Andorra and in Monaco years ago, I have wanted to visit this fun little bit of history.
I enjoyed hiking and walking all over the old city perched high on a mountain peak. I ventured down into some of the lower districts knowing there would be a precarious climb up snowy, icy paths. It was interesting in Winter.
Come Spring with all the plants blooming and more activities open, it is a destination to keep in mind. I’m in a tourist info mood. I used public transport taking a direct train from Milan to Rimini. This city lies on the Adriatic Coast, a few stops beyond Bologna. With more time, there is a beach to explore and some interesting historical walls and buildings. From Rimini, there is the Bonelli Bus every hour and fifteen minutes to San Marino. On Sunday it was right on time. I waited at the stop up the street from the Burger King across from the train station. The last stop is the P1 Parking Lot with a public elevator to the main street of the old city of San Marino.
Here are some of my photos
I arrived on a foggy night. Here is the first tower
A corner on the cliff path
Taken from the highest point by the second tower, the Adriatic lies beyond the first tower
San Marino is famous for weapons, the middle sword (from the Armor Museum) has a telescoping blade
Sunset from the hotel room
After our two weeks in Cyprus, we met up with Daughter in Milan. Her fall semester completed, she had a month free. Previous years, we spent together in Istanbul and in Morocco. Instead of a chilly apartment in Europe, we opted for summer in Cape Town, South Africa. Wife and I enjoyed our African adventures last February. There were still places to explore in Cape Town.
For the previous breaks, Daughter has flown a direct flight to meet us. Traveling together, changing planes in Dubai was a chance to stretch our legs during the break of the 15 hour flight time.
As it was University break, we did not need an adventure every day. Daughter took an all day tour of Cape Town and the Cape of Good Hope. She got to hangout with penguins and took some stunning video of the waves breaking on Cape Point. Together we climbed up Table Mountain, watched the Kaapse Klopse (January 2nd Carnival like parade), and admired street art emanating from Woodstock to the Gardens.
Here is a sampling of pictures from our outings.
One of many clubs performing at Kaapse Klopse
Looking back at our path up Table Mountain
View from the Table
Here is some of the street art I found along the way. There are too many artists to mention.
Finally, one last dip in the South Atlantic. The water feels really cold at Camps Bay.
Cyprus is full of history and contradictions. Here is the Wikipedia Entry and here is the New World Encyclopedia Entry.
I remember hearing the news reports of the Turkish invasion during the summer of 1974. It was just another part of the world in turmoil. Over the years, the divided island and divided city of Nicosia became just another bureaucratic nightmare. In the last ten years, I have read accounts of the process to normalize the divisions. There is hope as talks and discussions continue intensely. With some trepidation, we planned two weeks there in December 2016.
On December 4, we flew from Istanbul Turkey to Ercan International which resides in the Northern Turkish side of Cyprus. From the Airport a Taxi deposited us at the Turkish Border for the Agios Demetios checkpoint. As we pulled our bags over to the Greek side, we were met in the middle by our host in her SUV. After stopping to talk to the Greek authorities and show passports, we were taking in the sights of the Greek side. After a week, we pulled our bags down Ledras Street and walked through the checkpoints back to the Turkish side where we stayed four more days.
Even though it was a bit chilly some days, we enjoyed both the Greek and the Turkish sides of the island. I feel that our sightseeing was historically interesting more than spectacularly photogenic. Here are my mementos in no particular order in the spirit of reunification.
Selfie taking Cherub on way to Pafos ruins
Lefkosa traditional street
Büyük Han, traditional caravanserai and market
Mountains of Northern Cyprus
The antiquities at Pafos
Ledras Street Checkpoint from Levkosa
Kakopetria near Mount Olympos, South Cyprus
A good library in Lefkosa
A note on nomenclature: I use Nicosia as the English name for the entire capital city of Cyprus. Lefkosa refers to the Northern Turkish half of Nicosia, and Levkosa refers to the Southern Greek half of Nicosia.
When I was posted to Tokyo many years ago, I loved the city. This fall, Kagoshima became my favorite Japanese city. The three things I like most are:
- Its natural setting set among hills and a bay across from a volcanic island.
- Trams and public transport are easy to follow. City is the end station for the Shinkansen (Bullet Train).
- Lying in south of Kyushu Island, the citizens enjoy the warm weather even in the fall.
To get to Kagoshima, we flew from Kuala Lumpur to Osaka with Air Asia. After two days, we boarded the Shinkansen for Fukuoka. Spending a week in Fukuoka gave us the chance to visit Nagasaki on a day trip. Then we traveled by long distance bus to Kagoshima where we spent a week. Afterward, we returned to Osaka for two more days before flying back to Kuala Lumpur.
Our November sojourn there was filled with many subtle kindnesses. Strangers were patient and ensured we made connections.
In small restaurants Google translate augmented our very basic Japanese to experience some typical and some atypical dishes.
Taxi drivers provided very positive first impressions of the cities we visited. With limited English, one in Osaka showed us that the taxi stop across the street would save us time and money by taking the taxi in the direction of our hotel. In Kagoshima, another finalized the fare several blocks before the station so that there would be no extra charges while waiting to find a stopping place at the station.
Fukuoka: Tidal canal in our neighborhood
Nagasaki: Ground Zero
Fukuoka: Suikyo Shrine on a cold morning
Fukuoka: Kushida Jinja (Shrine)
Kagoshima: Comparing notes with a local
Kagoshima: Hand drawn memento
Kagoshima: Ostrich sashima
Kagoshima: Sakurajima – volcanic island
Osaka: Enjoying wedding poses
Osaka: Ikukunitama Shrine in its 436th Autumn
KL as everyone refers to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia is the Federal Territory. It spreads out including other suburbs without much distinguishing the official borders. There are new developments as the famous Twin Towers area is almost completely built up and connected via highways and mass transit. With all of that, it seems to be friendlier to walkers compared to the first time I arrived back in 1987. Here are a few photos that capture some of the interesting aspects from my walks.
Iconic KL Train Station, British designed with North India Influence
No longer the bustling center
Thean Hou Temple overlooking Light Rail in distance
More Street Art
Whimsical Hotel Design
A visit to the National Mosque
Many cats, I like the contrasts in this photo
Deepavali celebrated in many venues with loose sand paintings
“What hurts more, a coconut or a durian falling on your head?”
“Your head, of course (ha ha ha).”
For those who are not familiar, durians contain a sweet custardy flesh around large seeds. It has a distinctly pungent smell reminding some authors of sitting in an outhouse. I wonder if Joseph Conrad ate durian.
The lows were 25°. If you still use the British (now abandoned) System, the daily high was 93° and a little more, and a low of 77°. A month in Malaysia with a long weekend in Jakarta with no variation in temperatures. We stayed in the heart of Kuala Lumpur near Masjid India (Indian Mosque), not the real Little India of Brickfields, Kuala Lumpur, but pretty close. I could bear the heat so enjoyed walking all over the city. I used to work here. In those days, I was driven by many interesting locations. This is the first time to really explore on foot. Except for the oppressive heat, Kuala Lumpur has become a very walkable city.
I have lots of photos of the Petronas Twin Towers and the Kuala Lumpur Tower. I like this one from the Thean Hou Temple:
Here are three more:
Lots of good eating:
Banana leaf rice, eaten with fingers
Every kid knows food eaten with fingers tastes better
Indian bryani rice
Hakka Lui Cha with Father-in-law
In Jakarta, we walked all over Old Town and China Town contrasting the traditional with the modern. My photos fail to capture this essence. For me having seen the whole humbly-jumbly cacophony, the photos remind me of what is not shown, not captured.
Cats checking out local artist
Wedding at Cathedral performed in Bahasa by Chinese
Jakarta was and is a port city
I spent the last two weeks of August in Porto, Portugal. Daughter stopped by for a week on her way from Paris to Lugano. Wife hoped to catch up but was attending to family in Malaysia.
Daughter and I enjoyed our time seeing the typical sights and looking for “odd and unique” adventures. Porto is big enough to be easily accessible by trams and buses, but compact enough to offer great variety: Old city, shopping centers, beaches, interesting day trips, Harry Potter references.
My hope that these snaps illustrate this variety. The display uses WordPress slide show feature with random on. I’m an old “tripeiro,” tripe eater, as the local call themselves.
Street art on a nightime walk
Sunrise over city
View from the Kitchen
A day in Santiago de Compostela
J. K. Rowling wrote here
Another night, another room
Dawn on the Gaia side
Sculpture and Chapel by the Douro River
Sunny day on coast
A ray of light reflected off the Funicular