Boipeba to Lencois

The next part of the trip from the beautiful island of Boipeba, inland, to Lencois.

 

Cambodia

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Cambodia Cambodia was very short, too short, but beautiful. We took 5 days to visit the famous sites of Angkor Wat. We traveled to the Cambodian border by car from Pattaya in Dada’s and Palida’s company. We reached the Thai … Continue reading

The madness that is India

Fantastic quote by John Thomas ( seriously that was his name) our 84 year old taxi driver, driving at breakneck speed towards Marari:
” my wife, very good cook, not beautiful… but good heart”
As he dropped us off at our home stay he grabbed my hand and felt for my pulse, halfway up my forearm, and said in his very very Indian accent “in two years you rich man, you are healthy, no cancer, your liver good” he then made sure I had his card and told me to call him if we needed a cab tomorrow! He then drove off, hand permanently on his horn, into the madness that is Sunday in Marari.

Indian head shake can mean a myriad of things from: “I don’t know”, “no you can’t take pictures in here” to “yes that would be nice” to “as if I would overcharge you, do I look like a thief?”, add to that “no I don’t know why the internet isn’t working, but it happens all the time so I am used to it anyway”

Unlike the Japanese, who if they don’t know will ask someone, Indians will just make it up

If you ever find yourself in a barbers chair being violently beaten about the head by a short fat man with 70’s hair and moustache, do not fear, this is an Indian head massage. If said short fat man then asks if you want Ayurvedic, a swift kick to the balls should stop the ensuing mint oil fest that will add considerably to your tuk tuk journey home as you won’t be able to hang onto anything as you’ll be completely covered in Ayurvedic oil. At least you’ll smell fresh when they bury you. If he offers you a facial, run.

If you ever go on a backwater boat ride be aware of the following:
When the man in the official department of tourism office says it will be a luxury boat you’ll be thinking aircon, maybe a massage, comfortable seating, maybe a bit of sitar on the sound system and food and drinks, what he actually means it has an engine and should make it all the way around without sinking or breaking down.
When Mr official my arse then says you’ll be stopping at a little restaurant with nice food along the way, what he actually means is you’ll stop at a shack where you’ll ask in a terribly nice way what the gentleman has for lunch, to which the somewhat curt reply will be “fish”, to which you will say “anything else apart form fish?”, “fish” will be the answer, you’re getting the picture here? You will then be given a paper mat, then the food will appear, and all the while you’re looking at the paper mat and waiting for a plate and cutlery. Well wait no more as this is it, the rather large somewhat surly waiter will then pop over, take one look at you and drop your food straight onto the paper mat, he will then depart. It will be at this point that you will look around you and see everyone else is eating with their fingers. Give it a go, what’s the worst that can happen? I’ll tell you what can bloody happen, you end up with food half way up your arms, unlike everyone else around you who, I’m sure, are secretly eating with forks and hiding them every time you look as their fingers and arms are virtually bloody spotless. It is at this point you will invariably remember the golden rule of always washing your hands prior to eating without fail, or you will die!

Tuk tuk drivers in India have lots of things to contend with while driving: dogs, pedestrians and me hanging around their necks.

Indian Tuk tuk drivers do not slow down for rain, pedestrians, cyclists or buses. The only time Claude didn’t even scream when heading straight for a bus was in the back of a tuk tuk as she was too terrified.

The North South divide:
In the the south people just want to know where you come from and your name
In the middle you’ll start to meet beggars and people will try to sell you stuff
In the north sellers expect you to buy stuff

When travelling to India, try spending a couple of weeks in Japan first if you want maximum effect when you arrive. From the sublime to the ridiculous.

There’s a saying that says you can tell a lot about by person by the way they treat people they do not have to be nice to. This is never more evident than in India.

On the Kerala Tamil Nadoo border you can have hours of fun watching cow tennis, this is a great game played by one man and three cows. Firstly the cows will wander over the border from Kerala, only to be chased back across by a man running a stall on the Tamil Nadoo side. Then due to inordinate amount of traffic the cows will gradually wander back across the border, again to be chased back across by the ever angrier man. This can carry on for quite a while until the cows get bored and wander off or the man manages to lead the cows far enough away that they just can’t be bothered to trek all the way back.

Indian safari: take 200 Indians in various forms of attire, all of which are wholly unsuited to a safari. Cram them into ten jeeps, turn the music up so they will be dancing in the back of the jeeps, and send them off up the dirt road to spot animals. An hour later you won’t find any of them on the dirt road any more as they will already be bored as they won’t have spotted any animals so they will have decamped to the restaurant to eat.
Normal safar: wait for all the Indians to leave, have a chai then after about half an hour set off to spot wild elephants, monkeys and giant squirrels. After a while head to the restaurant where you will find more wild animals eating!

Doing a tuk tuk tour: agree on the price beforehand, you will usually have to pay more for the “non” shop tour which is well worth the money as it means you won’t be stopping at every “government” shop on the way round. The tuk tuk drivers stop at these shops with tourists as they get a lunch or petrol voucher every time they bring people. Unfortunately for the unsuspecting tourist, one of these shops is akin to having a randy dog on your leg as the shop assistants will not leave you alone until you buy something. I saw an English couple looking like they had had the life blood sucked out of them by the ground floor, they still had another four floors to go! The more English you are about it the more they will grind you down until you buy their extortionately priced goods.

The only orderly queues we ever saw were outside bottle shops, no wonder Kerala wants to become a dry state!

The further north you go the more aggressive the beggars, guides and crap sellers become
The guides will ask where you are from then will regale you with the few words they know:
French: “bonjour” followed by “ooh la la”
Italian: “ciao”
Once you have become life long friends through this wonderful connection you now have, they will then expect you to want their guided services and will take it quite personally when you say you do not require their vastly overpriced services.
The crap sellers:
“Hello sir” whilst shoving a variety of things under your nose “nice necklace, only one thousand rupees”, when you politely decline they get more insistent ” why you no want? Nice necklaces” and so it will go until you finally get into your taxi, but they will still be tapping at the window as you drive away.
Beggars:
Will just say “naaaaa” “naaaaa” at you a lot

Once hotel porters find out you’re a bit of a tipper, when you arrive, you will find yourself with three porters putting your two bags in the boot of the taxi the following morning. When you give then 100 rupees they will have no problem pointing out that there are three of them, then they will stand there looking indignantly at you holding their hands out.

Airport security is bad enough, but when it is run by the army you’re asking for trouble.

India is becoming a first world economy but with a third world mentality

When boarding a tuk tuk always negotiate the price beforehand, although this does not mean the rate is not up for renegotiation once the destination is reached due to: “it is 700 rupees not 500 as I have to go back empty” “it was 14 kms”

On average airport announcements, in India, will make twelve “absolute final” announcements for late passengers before finally giving up

The Hindu times is only beaten to second place by the daily mail in its ability to distort reality to suit its articles.

In India a tourist and his money are soon parted

A little taste of Japan

We arrived in Tokyo on Sunday, September 7 at 10pm. At the airport everything seems very quiet and an odd sense of order can be felt. We hurried to catch the last train into town and find the ticketing machine oddly easy to use. The train schedule is kept to the second and we are soon travelling across the night lit city. We reach our hotel in Hamamatsusho, an area slightly south of the town center, near the station, in less than 30mn.
On our first days, we walked through town discovering the beautiful Zojzoji and Senso-ji temples, the Imperial Palace and its beautiful and immaculate gardens, the beautiful refurbished train station ultra modern on one side while the other is an old orange and white old building. We crossed and walked along wide avenues, modern sky scrapers and modern constructions. Like all capitals, Tokyo has its large avenues of beautiful shops and luxurious brands (Ginza is the most famous), its skyscrapers and its underground. But strangely Tokyo is quiet. Even in its its crazy and surrealistic districts, only the neon lights seem noisy. Almost the antithesis of the posh neighborhoods: Akhihabara, the electric city, and its avenues of tall buildings covered in neon signs and billboards. The streets are full of 5 storeys buildings, filled with casinos and slot machines, large rooms equipped with all sort of electronic games, cyber cafes and manga stores. We were puzzled and somewhat shocked to see massive manga shops, on the main road, full of men in suits completely addicted and devouring those cartoon characters and fantasising on drawings of young girls in tiny school uniforms. This is very strange! Our visit to the Manga Museum later that week, will confirm that strange passion that the Japanese have for Manga with more adults than kids reading the comics. Most of the hotels we stayed also had a room turned library dedicated to manga books that guests can borrow during their stay.

We spent a lot of time in the massive Yodobashi store, a 10 storey technology and IT supermarket with a whole floor allocated to photography. Ranj is in heaven, he spent hours in there!

Shinjuku and Shiboya are huge commercial areas with massive carrefours and businesses of all kinds in 10 floor buildings covered in neon signs and advertising hoardings. The masses of people crossing its junctions are impressive. In the rain, the streets seem even busier, and are filled with transparent umbrellas and bright and colourful reflections of the lights in the puddles.
There, we went to see the show at the Robot Restaurant (originally we wanted to see real Japanese robots amongst which those at the Honda Center, speaking and walking alone). A huge success in Japan, the show is a mad 2h of human robots and unusual machines dancing to very loud techno music, with neons and laser lights, lightly dressed dancers, and futurist percussionists. We were stunned by the surrealism and the extravagance of the show. Max loved it and even got to fight – and win of course- against the robots. The most amazing was the space the show was held in: a tiny room, possibly 20x10m, hosting probably 75/100 people leaving enough room for a center stage and big machines, we knew they were good at space optimisation but this beats all records! We would never see such a show in a small space in London !
We stayed in Tokyo five days instead of three, partly because we were fascinated by this multi-faceted city but also because of logistical issues: internet access was very scarce and for a few days we struggled withdrawing money, most of the banks refusing foreign cards. So we had to tour many banks to find some that worked and in a panic we eventually withdrew much more than we needed! The most surprising was the difficulty we had to get internet access, what a shock considering internet was widely available throughout our journey in South America.

To make the most of Japan, we took a Rail Pass for 7 days. During these seven days, we travel every day exploring the country far and wide .
From Tokyo, we went for a day visit Nikko, a small town 2 hours by train from the capital, very well known for its temples. In fact, an area slightly over the city contains 5 major temples and numerous shrines, each as beautiful as the other. Surrounded by greenery and nature, water features, moss, wood and bamboo are everywhere, adding to these places already spiritual, a magical dimension. Thus, we visit Ryukoin Temple, Toshogu temple and Okuinogoto shrine. From there, we jumped on a bus that took us all the way up the mountain, to Lake Chuzenji onsen where we saw the impressive Kegon waterfall and walked along the lake towards the Chuzen-ji temple passing magnificent villas belonging to the French and German embassies. On our way, the children had a tag carved by an old lady with their name in Japanese. I quickly ran up to visit a last temple whilst Ranj and the boys were enjoying the lake side. As it is the case in many temples, I got held up by a “marketing prayer”, where the monks start praying and then it swiftly turns into a selling exercise, promoting “home made” medals and jewellery which bring luck and fortune to their owners.
Despite our run back to the bus station, we missed the bus back and took time to enjoy a coffee/ice cream whilst waiting for the next ride.

We returned late to Tokyo and we spent our last night in our Airbnb apartment. We were packing to leave the following morning without knowing where we would stay the following night. I left it to Ranj to organise our visit to Japan. But Ranj likes going with the flow and improvising. It’s a nice idea but not always practical especially as we are 4 and when it falls on a big bank holiday weekend and everything is full!

To escape busy and super expensive Tokyo, we decide to head to Matsumoto in the Japanese Alps and jump on the first train available. The train takes us through the beautiful green countryside and towards gorgeous snow capped mountains. In Matsumoto, we visit the large Black Castle (feudal Edo era) and the beautiful gardens surrounding its huge moat. The interior is empty but it allows us to see the great beams of the structure and the “running gallery” where Samurais, around 1600, had to run from one side of the castle to the other to defend it from its assailants, dressed with their full 10 layers warrior costume. The village is cute, full of little antique shops, tea shops and old ninja houses and wooden huts along the river). We would have liked to see the villages of Magome and Tsumago an hour’s drive from here but can not rent a car to get there and time is short.
That night, the children take their first Onsen, or public bath. We are at the Tourist Hotel and although it is basic, like most Japanese hotels there is a public bath. They have to follow the rules and respect the rituals: Ranj and children get dressed in their kimono. Once there you sit on a stool, wash yourself very well with soap and shampoo. And only once you are thoroughly rinsed, you may slip into the hot baths. But beware, the towel kept to cover your intimacy must never touch the water ! It has to be skilfully lifted as you enter the water and then placed on your head until you are ready to get out. The Kids loved it!

Sunday evening, we reach Kyoto that will be our new base for a week. We took a small apartment with washing machine next to the station. Very simple and convenient, we returned from our excursions a little more tired every night.
Kyoto is a smaller city, more quiet and traditional, very quiet and pleasant with everyone biking. We decide to rent bikes to visit the city. We see women dressed in traditional kimono on every street corner; our first day is a bank holiday and as we visit the local temples, we enjoy the sights of couples in traditional outfits, young and old it was superb. There are temples in blackened wood at every turn of a street, most houses are small and traditional, covered with wooden slats and the entrance door is covered under by a red or black textile with Japanese inscriptions. In many restaurants, the tables are low and one needs to kneel or sit cross legged. It is fun to start with but our European bodies are not used to staying in this position! In Kyoto we will visit Gion, the geisha district. We will see entire streets lined with traditional houses, with their simple wooden exterior and hidden windows. In order to experience the various traditional Japanese arts, we attended the show at Gion Corner where we enjoyed the traditional Tea ceremony performed by a Geisha, Bunraku (traditional puppet show), the Kuomai (the tradional dance Geisha) , Gagaku (chamber music) and Kyogen (satirical theater) . I really wanted to see a Kabuki show (theater), but the shows lasted 3:30h and none of the boys were keen on joining me! We also visited some of the many temples such as Kiomizu Temple, built high on its foundations; the golden Kinkaku Shrine, pavillion covered in gold leaf and surrounded by water and beautiful gardens already in their autumnal colours; the famous Fushimi Shrine and its hundreds of bright red doors creeping through the forest and circling the mountain. Another beautiful long walk to add to our records !

Monday morning we take the Shinkansen train between Kyoto and Kanazawa city along the coast north of Kyoto. Kanazawa is a beautiful little town where we found the most beautiful Japanese garden: the Kenrokuen Garden. We took a huge amount of pictures that day, absolutely overwhelmed by the beauty of these gardens where water, stone, wood, moss and greenery making this place absolutely magical. We enjoyed a Macha, the traditional green tea, served in a small wooden house with a thatched roof overlooking a large pond, squatting on mats and served on a coffee table accompanied by a small round and green sweet made from almond and chestnut paste.
After Kyoto, Kanazawa city is the next largest city in keeping with the Geisha traditions. By bicycle, we visited the Higashi Chaya district filled with small wooden houses. We visited one of them, now converted into a gold products shop to commemorate the wealth of the town. In the house, surrounding a small green inner patio, one room is now completely covered in gold leaf. In the shop, one may find gold covered cakes, gold plated tableware, and gold painted hand bags… Later we will see a Geisha at work, keeping a businessman company for dinner. The next day, on the other side of town we visit the neighborhood of Nagamashi, the old Samurai district . There we will visit a former Samurai house with its elegant interior, painted murals, tatami mats flooring, paper panelled sliding doors and its inevitable shrine. In the back, the wooden deck overlooks the typical garden with its traditional waterhole and carp, manicured bonzais and rounded pine trees. There we saw our first original Samurai armour, which would have just fitted our 10 year old Max.
We have become accustomed to “working” on a train : it’s time to plan the city tours, places to visit, update the blog and do some homework. It is a lot of organising and with so many trips, we are getting tired, too many late evenings on top of the fatigue created by our environment where nothing is in English and sounds and writing are totally foreign.

The next day we will visit Hiroshima as requested by the children. Our visit was short and purely focused on the Hiroshima museum and Peace Park where are the various memorials. It was however a very moving half day. The museum explains and shows the sequence of events on August 8, 1944. The photos are explicit and the items on display are tangible evidence of the extent of the damage. We are all very touched, I can’t help but have a tear in my eye. In the Peace Park, a flame is lit and will only be put out the day the last nuclear weapon on Earth will be destroyed. Further, the Children Memorial is decorated with thousands of paper birds garlands. This began with the death of a little girl called Sadako Sasaki who died of Leukemia after being contaminated. She started making garlands, a movement that continues as a sign of peace and longevity children worldwide still today.

We will spend that afternoon visiting the small town of Himeji and its magnificent castle, unfortunately presently under restoration. The castle was used to film some of the scenes of the movie “the Last Samurai” and although the main tower was closed, we were lucky enough to be able to visit the Princess’ powder room, the long wooden corridors, the rooms once occupied by the ladies in waiting and the beautiful gardens. Our last stop was the Museum of History where our lucky Alex had the opportunity to dress up in a real Samurai armour. An exceptional opportunity only given to one child per day by the museum. Poor Max was EXTREMELY disappointed and it is on that morose note that we headed back to our temporary flat. Nothing a good chicken noodle soup couldn’t fix!

During our last few days in Japan, we will take time to see more of Kyoto and will visit the Bamboo forest at the edge of the city ; we will tour the Imperial Palace grounds by bicycle ; visit kilometres of shopping galleries from the most popular to the most elegant. We explore shops of second hand kimonos and eat in small local restaurants discovering food of all shape, colour and texture, often unsure of what we are eating!
We spend an afternoon feeding and caressing fawns and deer in Nara Park and we take the opportunity to sign the children up to learn ‘ The Ways of the sword ” dressed in traditional outfits. A unique and memorable experience that the children enjoyed very much!

We knew that Japan would surprise us, and we certainly didn’t feel disappointed ! During our entire stay in Japan, we felt a great paradox between the ultra modern and the traditional conformism, both in the behaviour and in the daily life of the Japanese people . Ultra conformist & traditionalists on one hand (all men are dressed in white shirt and dark suit, flawless respect of the markings on the ground, excessive greetings, prayers at the temples, women in kimono on the streets, etc.) they also have a rebellious side that often seems to lead to excess : weekend wear of the youngsters is very eccentric, success of the manga, excessive gambling and drinking. Their creations are often extravagant and innovative as it is well know in the fields of architecture and art. Yet it is very difficult to withdraw money with a foreign card or find a public place with internet connection! We have been fascinated by this surprising country and feel the need to see more…

We relished the fresh sushi, noodle soups and the food of exotic shapes, colour and flavour. We smiled at the many gadgets that are part of every day life in Japan : the automatic taxi doors, the multi function toilets with heating, jet shower and air dryer ; the sun umbrellas hooks on the bikes ; The socks with toes for flip flops ; the strollers for dogs. But most of all, we were incredibly surprised by the amiability of the younger generations, the honesty and incomparable sense of security that we felt throughout our journey.
 ‘ Arigato ‘ and ‘ sayonara ‘ Japan , we will be back!

Singapore and Malaysia

Singapore – 25-28/08/14

The highlight of our stop over in Singapore was meeting our friend Marine and her children Eugene and Armance, a very old school mate of Alex. The kids were very close friends, 4 years ago and we were very pleased to get to see them again, especially as it was just as we had left it!

We stayed at Marine’s place, a beautiful traditional black and white Singaporean house. Although we had big rains everyday, it was still around 30 degrees and the showers were welcome to cool us down. When it was not raining the kids played in the garden or in the pool and they pulled comics and board games when outside was not an option. Alex discovered sway board which he was very good at very quickly, whilst Eugene was teaching Max how to build a zip wire in the garden. One day we left all the kids with Evelyn, the house maid, who took them to the water park; in the meantime, Rj and I took time to walk around Singapore city. A very modern city with lots of beautiful ultra modern glass buildings. Around Marina Bay, a new building looks like a boat on three towers, another looks like a lotus flower, one like a hedgehog. In town we saw some beautiful Chinese temples, we visited the renown colonial Raffles Hotel. In the city the people are young, smiley and polite but unlike Sydney, Singapore lacks personality and vibrancy. It is an odd thing to feel. Above the offices, below the shopping malls and food halls.

At night, the city lights up, the bars become lively, in Orchard Road, very loud music is played whilst lots of little restaurants provide European and Asian food in typical merchant houses. The street gets madly busy later and the centre on the drinking hub at later hours apparently…we don’t know, we are heading home to the kids!

Singapore also have a lots of beautiful green spaces and jungle forested areas. With the kids, we visited the Botanic Gardens a massive area with numerous themes such as medicinal plants, palms, historical plants as well as a discovery Center for kids where we saw yam, coffee, coconuts, bananas, papayas, and many more. We had a great time with our friends, but Singapore is not for us, a little like an Asian Switzerland.

 

Malaysia – 28/08 to 7/09/14

We had planned to reach Kuala Lumpur by overnight train from Singapore. Sadly the train was fully booked and we had to do the trip by plane intead, a short 45mn flight with Airasia. We booked the Pyramid Sunway hotel, recommended by a friend. Sure of the quality of the recommendation, I did not check the reviews or even the location, so what a surprise when, as the taxi drove through the road to the hotel, we found ourselves in the middle of a Disney-like world, with lots of fake carved statues of lions and mermaids. The big water park could be seen in the background, to the boys extreme delight. For us, it was our idea of a nightmare!

The lobby was huge, and decorated with brown marble and gold plated accessories. The room was of decent size but the carpet was dirty and when we found out that we had to walk to the hotel next door to access the pool and for breakfast, we considered reviewing our choice. As we exlored the area, in search of the pool and breakfast room, we discovered the partner hotel Sunway Resort & Spa, and were seduced by the more polished service, the easy access to pool and breakfast and their Club room offer (including afternoon tea and evening aperitif). And this is in this very oasis that we spent the next 4 days…The following day, we headed to the water park, to Ranj and my despair, but as a promise to the boys who had been so good at following us in our treks and adventures for the last 2 months, without complaining once. Thus, we spent the entire day, going down water slides, massive water funnel, speeding down water lanes, etc. To our great surprise, Rj and I had much fun and luckily we didnt feel too sick until the end of the day when our stomachs clearly had their share of abuse.

That evening, Dada & Lida surprised us with a visit and stayed in Kuala Lumpur with us for the following 4 days. 4 days in good company, of indulgence and laziness, spent relaxing by the pool, enjoying the delicious and copious multi cultural buffet breakfast, in the Club room, enjoying scones with cream and jam or little sandwiches and fruits or finally working out at the gym, trying to compensate for the over eating…We didnt see much of Malaysia over these few days especially as it coincided with a big bank holiday and massive celebrations taking place in town, making the center very difficult to access to. On our visitors last day however, we decided to hire a car and pop into town. We had a quick glimpse at the old railway station, the national Mosque and parked up to see the famous Petronas Twin towers. We enjoyed an overprice cocktail at the Sky bar of the Traders Hotel situated right opposite the towers to enjoy the sun doing down on the city and the towers lightning up in the dawn of the day. We finished our Day in Chinatown, as it was recommended to us. There must have been a nicer part in the area but we only found the popular market and its stalls of Chinese food and fruits and vegetables and cheap handbag replicates. Amongst those, the canteen like restaurant for which we finalise succumbed by lack of alternative. Although Rj and the kids had strange bowel movements for the next couple of days, we made it.

On Wednesday 3rd september, we drove Dada and Lida back to the airport, swapped for a smaller car and headed North for an expedited discovery trip of Malaysia.

The road takes us through thousands of kilometers of coconut tree plantations. Palm oil is the main revenue of Malaysia. We aimed for Pangkor Island, the closest nice beach resort to KL it seemed. We found very few reviews of the place but the pictures of the island looked good. With no hotel prebooked and a vague idea of how to get there, we switched on Tom Tom and headed adventurously. As we got to Pangkor ferry jetty, we found out that the ferry is for foot passengers only and that the rental car would not be of any use there! We debated what to do, reviewed our options and decided to leave the car behind. We hopped into the first and last ferry crossing for a mere 8 GBP return for all of us.

Pangkor must be about ten kms long and 5 wide. The Eastern side closest to mainland is where the little town is. Not europeanised at all, the community, to the image of the country, is a fantastic mix of colours and cultures: the Malay, the Indians and the Chinese cohabit harmoniously. We saw, sat side by side in the food halls, the fully covered muslim women, the indian women dressed in sari, the chinese dressed in Occidental clothing, all speaking the same language, Malay, English and Smile. The Malay are amongst the nicest people we have ever met, extremely polite, very helpful, all smile and extremely caring. They thank you with their hand on their heart, the smile with their eyes and heart, they are truly special people.

During this visit to Malaysia, I could not help but thinking of that plane that mysteriously vanished above the Indian Ocean and that simply shot down by the Russians in the recent months. Indeed we’ve noticed the soar left to the Nation by these two tragedies: the big yearly celebrations that take place end of August weren’t as big as usual this year as commemoration to the lost ones. People have mentioned it here and there, subdued to the idea that they will never know or understand what happened. I feel upset, knowing that these people, so kind and giving, have lost so much and that the World does not seem to care…

So we stayed in a small hotel on the Western side of the island. The only “proper” hotel on that side, it provided us with simple but pleasant accommodation. Most of all, we were a stone throw away from an beautiful white sand beach. Very similar to the Brazilian beaches we already know, but tidier as already more exploited for tourism. However, we were there mid week of a non holiday period and the speedboats and sausages were safely tucked away leaving the quite white sanded beach to our single use. The waters are turquoise blue, the sand beach curves and soon turns into a rocky water side where massive boulders sit on the white sand. Two small islands covered in palm trees and jungle are in proximity, amongst which Pangkor Laut, a privately owned island with one of the most exclusive resort in Asia. Following some fishermen that I see sneaking through the boulders and the jungle, we reach a pristine creek, with the clearest waters, the whitest sand, the roundest boulders, the most beautiful beach I have ever seen.

From there we decide to swim across to the neighbouring island, approximately 500m away. The water is as warm as bath and is see-through for the first 20m. It take us a little while as the current slows our progress but we reach the small island easily. We were so impressed by the boys and they were extremely proud of themselves! We play there for 45mn, looking for shells and corals and decide to head back to main land the same way we came but this time the current is in our favour and we get back much faster. The taxi driver had told us that only the English swam across to the islands!

In the evening, we enjoy a candlelight alfresco dinner on the beach: Daddy’s Restaurant, the only restaurant on the beach serves cocktails and fresh watermelon juice, beautiful Malay food with curries and fresh seafood. Perfect!

We finish our mini trip through Malaysia by a quick visit to Cameron Highlands where a windy road takes us through the jungle. We see beautiful little villages tucked away by the side of the road, fruit merchants selling mangosteen, wild mangosteen, rambutans, coco juice, etc. Cameron Highlands is well known for its strawberry farms but we will not reach them as we are running out of time. Time to head back to KL tomorrow we have to catch our flight to Japan!

A little hop in Australia : discovering Sydney & the Blue Mountains

We landed in Sydney with no great expectations. We had heard Australia was a nice place, some of our friends completely fell in love with it but we didn’t think it would be for us. The main reason for our quick stop over was to see the Opera House as this was Alex’s main request for this trip. It is also the only way for us to travel from South America to Asia. But it is winter here and we knew it wouldn’t be the best time to visit the country.

But somehow we fell in love with Sydney straight away. A beautiful young, dynamic, creative city, with sun and sea. A perfect version of London! We stayed in an airbnb near Hyde Park. The area was full of funky little cafes and restaurants. We quickly discovered Buster Brown on Crown Street, where we met Dominic, a French chef that never went back home. We walked everywhere and our first stop was the Opera house. Alex was delighted as this was the one sight he had asked to see during this trip. He was however somewhat disappointed when we found out that we couldn’t get in to visit as it was closed. We walked to Darling harbour, one of Sydney popular hot spot and, on some passer-by’s recommendation, we found a great little playground with water games for the boys. We visited Sydney aquarium, which is I must say the most impressive one we’ve ever seen:  the sharks tunnel is the best we have come across and there were plenty of animals to be spotted and even touched! We visited the little zoo, own by the same company but were very disappointed: beside a massive alligator, there was not much to see there. We walked to The Rocks, an old part of the town and down the commercial streets where we discovered beautiful old little galleries, amongst which the elegant and nostalgic The Strand and further on the Victoria’s Building, a beautiful building dating from the late 1800’s . In fact, everywhere in the city, we found beautiful remains of British architecture, like the Old Hopital, the Old Government House, Hyde Park barracks, ….

It was winter in Australia and the weather was not great but this didn’t stop us from walking everywhere. Armed with our umbrellas we strolled through Hyde Park, walked to the bridges. On the nice days we stopped for coffee on the steps of the Opera House and a light lunch on the parade along Darling Harbour, what a pleasant city!

We decided to extend our stay and to stay an additional three days and took the opportunity to go and visit the Blue Mountains. We rented a car and did a three hour drive west of Sydney. We visited the delightful little town of Leura and checked into the Three Sisters Motel in Kattoomba. Ranj had a flash back and recalled his trip to America as a young man. The following day was grey but we decided to go an see the Three Sisters, a three-peaks rock near the small town. The fog was so dense we could not see further than 20 meters and we decided to head on a small trek instead. We ended up walking for over three hours: we walked down a eight hundred step steep staircase leading us to the bottom of the valley from where we headed to a waterfall. At the bottom of the cliff, the Valley is a true jungle and we walked amidst the tall trees, bamboos, giant ferns and eucalyptus trees, following a little muddy path running all the way along the bottom of the valley. One part of the walk was under the suspended rock of the mountain, and we felt like proper explorers. After 5 kilometres or so we reach the busier side of the valley, the Scenic World, where a cable car and a  funicular are available to go up and down and across the valley offering a beautiful of the 3 peaks.

After the beautiful little trip out of the city, we made the most of our rented car and headed to Watson Bay, the furthest bay on the Sydney Eastern side. Recommended by our friend Julie, this place is a little jewel of a hideaway: a beautiful beach, surrounded by coffee shops and seafood restaurants, with a little park and a view Point where you can see the 2 sides of the bay. We had fresh seafood at the deck of the famous Doyles restaurant, on a gorgeous hot summer day, with everyone nibbling on seafood or sipping on a cool drink whilst enjoying the park and the beach. The perfect ending for our Australian stay!

 

More observations from our travels

Malaysia:
I have seen some Arabs eat more than half their body weight for breakfast

Indians, Arabs and Italians do not have a word for queue in their languages

In Malaysia and Singapore you will put on a jumper/ jacket to enter a store/mall and take it off when you leave.

Arab women do not like getting in a lift alone with me…

Singapore:
Singaporeans live in refrigerated underground tunnels called malls

Children’s willingness to study is inversely proportional to the size of the pool or sea nearby

How recently something has been bought or it’s value is inversely proportional to how quickly children will forget it somewhere

Japan:
Do not expect to find any fresh fruit in Japan, or at least any that you do not have to sell a kidney to buy

Japanese toilets have built in bidets and blockage removers due to no one eating fresh fruit or vegetables

Japanese men have no problem with playing ten year olds games on their phones in public

Old people appear to be grumpy throughout the world Bolivian women and Japanese men have a particularly low tolerance for children.

Japanese taxi drivers wear white gloves

Japanese toilets are a slice of heaven and you will miss them when you leave, no matter how weird you find them when you first use them

Japanese wear masks when they are unwell so as not to contaminate anyone else.

Onsen is weird, you will feel more self conscious than you have ever felt as sitting on a bucket scrubbing yourself raw, then bathing in a scalding hit bath with a load of naked men is never going to put you completely at ease.

Japanese men (especially men) are guilty of “all the gear, no idea” especially when it comes to trekking

Japanese train ticket inspectors will bow as they leave a carriage.

There’s nothing that the Japanese like more than a good queue, and will do so at every opportunity

A Japanese persons willingness to help you is inversely proportional to the likelihood of you actually making it there based on their advice

The manga museum, a place full of men staring intently at cartoons of semi naked women, just remember to wash your hands afterwards

In any moving vehicle 30% of the Japanese will be asleep within 2 minutes of the doors closing and 50% within 4 minutes.

Crocs with socks, Nintendo of any sort and a t shirt that says baby doll is not a look for anyone, let alone a grown man on the underground

Wifi in japan is like the abominable monster or women’s g spots, everyone’s heard of it but never found it. Boom boom… I thank you!

A taste of Chile

We landed in Santiago late at night and straight away we appreciated the modernity of the place: the motorway was immaculate, the road side clean, tidy and decorated with beautiful flower beds. The signage was modern, the road was light up! What a radical change between two neighbouring countries!!!

We settled at the Directors hotel in an area of Santiago called Vitacura. The first day we took a taxi to the centre, in the middle of the old city. The town is full of historical buildings, beautiful architecture. I loved the art museum which is a building copied from the Halles of Paris. The Plaza de Armas is full of beautiful old buildings, nearby is the Catedral Metropolitana, full of stunning paintings and sculptures and the magnificent Palacio de la Moneda. We walked in the little back streets of city, full of merchants selling cheap clothes and accessories. We walk through a little city park which was full of families with children as it was bank holiday that day where we found a beautiful and very expensive little French Cafe. We strolled through the art market as night fell and headed back to the hotel.

The second day we took the city bus, that took us all over the city, we find that these buses give you a good overview of the city as well as interesting commentaries. On our way to the bus stop we discovered the area of Vitacura, a gorgeous, very well off area full of trendy coffee shops, interior design and furniture shops, Designer fashion, etc. we felt like in Los Angeles as the roads were wide, the houses large and the front loan perfectly manicured. It was so confusing having moved front such extremes in less than 24h! How could 2 neighbouring countries can be so utterly different?

That day was very hot (we had gorgeous weather throughout although it is winter here), as the bus stopped in Bellavista, we decided to walk up Cerro San Cristóbal and trekked for 2h. Our lungs, still under the effect of living in high altitude for 10 days, were strong and we pretty much ran up the mountain. At the top we found ourselves in the city’s sports hubb where everyone is running, cycling just like in Hyde Park or Center Park! We took the famous vintage cable car down to , which was fun and saving a bit of the few precious hours left in Santiago. Here again, our stay felt far too short, once here we discovered that there is a million things to be done in the area and that the Chilian landscape is stunning. Again we promise ourselves to return to Chile to explore, one day, this gorgeous country.

A little taste of Bolivia

On August 12th, we arrived in La Paz bus station at 2pm. The express bus that did the trip from Puno only stopped for the Bolivian border. The Bolivian border crossing has a very bad reputation and we had dreaded that stop . We had heard and read lots of comments on blogs and website on how the bolivian custom agents can find ways to extort your money, hold you back a number of hours or find something wrong with your paperwork; we were on our guards. We had to get down the bus and go into the Peruvian side to get our exit stamp, walk across the bridge/border together with hundreds of locals carrying stacks of mobile phone boxes, toilet paper packs, soft drinks, and all sort of black market products loaded on hand karts. On the other sides we queued for 1h to enter a very sad building, with an overwhelming stench of pee, and where old ladies, were squatting down begging. Thus were the corridors of the Bolivian border offices: a reflection of what was about to come? Getting the stamp was straight forward, no questions asked, no luggage search, we were through, safe and sound for now…

We got to La Paz around 2pm that day, we had 3 hours before our next bus: a nightbus to Uyuni and the salt lake. We had decided to go at the last minute. We had given up on the idea and thought it would be too much of a rush, but after meeting Marina in Brazil and then Benjamin in Aguas Calientes who had been raving about the place, we decided to go for it. We only had 24h but we would visit the salt lakes of Uyuni. With the help of Lipiko Tours, a travel agency based in La Paz, we booked an overnight bus trip to the little town, we will be there at 6am, have time for breakfast, take a day tour to the lake, the train cemetery, the Cacti Island, be back for 5pm and take the return night bus to La Paz the same evening. I was wondering if the boys would cope.

So here we were in La Paz at 2pm, met with the travel agent, got the vouchers, and just had time for a lovely lunch at La Casona’s Cafe, a gorgeous little café on the ground of a gorgeous hotel. Perfect refreshment stop.

At 5pm we were back at the bus station. We expected a luxury bus to spend the night in. Instead we settled in a not so clean, tall bus deprive of all luxury but offering reclining seats. To our avail, a thick blanket. We were about to spend the next 10 hours in the bus.

We hit the road Bolivian style, the bus forcing his way through the thick traffic, turning 3 lanes into 4 leaving merely a couple of inches between vehicles.

We reach rough roads soon after leaving the city, which hardly slows down the bus. Soon the rough road turns into mud roads and for so it will be for the rest of the trip. As night fell, we fell asleep with the rocking and roaring of the bus. As at night went by, the temperature dropped and the path used as road was full of holes and bumps, sharp turns, with no lighting or signage! It felt like a roller coaster ride in the dark!

As dawn rose, we woke up from our shaky sleeps to find frost all over the windows, the temperature over night reaches -10 at this altitude. The sky filled with beautiful colours and as the first rays appeared the air slowly warmed up. The land is arid, a moon like surface, a yellow desert with mud houses. Rock, sand, earth surrounds us as we reach the little town.

We got to Uyuni at 7am and walked through the deserted town in search of a cafe. Once refreshed, and our stomach lined with food, we walked in the fresh air and the warm sunrays towards the travel agency. The place was already buzzing with tourists -Europeans mostly- getting ready to go. With the chaos, we seemed to have been forgotten and our departure was delayed nearly 30 mn. An old man was allocated as our driver/guide, which wasn’t an issue until we realise that he couldn’t see well and instead of following the path of the other cars, he would take a wider, safer route. Our first stop was at the train cemetery, an area where old relics of trains were left to rust. Not of must historical interest but certainly an interesting landscape to photograph. Our driver, who was also due to be our guide, left us half a mile away from the spot, pointed at the site and told us we had 10mn, we expected a little more from our driver / guide and decided to return to the agency to get a proper guide. We had called the agent in la paz to tell him so by the time we got to the local agent, the lady in charge was clearly unhappy. As we asked for a younger driver/guide we were straight away accused of discrimination. Our queries turned very quickly in accusations and before we knew it, she was threatening to call the police, the one thing I would avoid in Bolivia. As we challenged her with this, we called the agent in La Paz who could hear the screams and hysteria in the background, the woman now accusing her to hit her (an entire desk was separating us), and as we smiled at her hysteria and exaggerations, she carrying on saying we were abusing her! After a light night sleep, this is not exactly what we had in mind. She called on to her 2 colleagues as witnesses and as I could see the situation was getting dangerously twisted, we decided to leave straight away.

We had to wait a couple of hours before another guide was sent to us, but it was worth it. Our new Guide was very gentle and kind and was a proper guide. She managed to squeeze the program of the day in half one, although still a little shaky about the whole experience.

We reached the lake, dry at this time of year, very quickly. It is dry season here so the ground is dry and has a honeycombed pattern to it, which is due to the expansion of the salt as it dries. Absolutely amazing. hundreds of square kilometres of the beautiful landscape, and this 6m deep! We visited La Isla Pescado, or Cactus Island, an island covered in cacti, an impressive sight in the middle of the lake; The Salt Hotel, a beautiful piece of architecture exclusively made with salt bricks and wood; a salt family factory, and it was time to head back!

The return trip felt even more epic that the way in as we were sat right at the front of the bus, thus witnessing the madness of the driving. Rj felt sick to his stomach at the site of the road and hardly managed to sleep as if every bent and down hill was an eminent danger, but we got ‘home’ save and sound once more and pleased to have got out of this incredible experience. A beautiful day that will not be forgotten!

We spent the following 3 days in La Paz. A mass of concrete, sat in a pollution cloud, jammed inside a valley and crawling up the hillsides all around it. The traffic is mad, the city is busy and from above must look like an ants nest. The side streets are narrow, often steep, and twirly. But La Paz has a lot of charms and Rj falls in love instantly.

We stayed in a hostel in a central popular area in town. Nearby is the beautiful San Francisco church, lots of tourists shops where you can buy extremely cheap Bolivian textiles, alpaca items and antiques and relics. A couple of streets from us is the famous witch market: narrow cobbled streets lined with little shops where straw baskets and wooden tables display the oddest items: dried alpaca foetus, dried alpaca legs, herbs, shells, claws, bottles with strange mixtures, sweet looking foods in fluorescent colour…The little shops wall are covered with shelves full of mixes and potions, boxes with unknown contents and on the tables outside are displayed some ‘packages’ on offer: a gift wrap containing a selection of fake food, fake money, a bottle (of alcohol?), an alpaca leg…These gifts seem to be made to measure to make the perfect charm, depending on what you want to wish the receiver, good or bad! There are queues in some of the shops, people coming to have their potions made: for health, for love, money, success…

A couple of streets down the road, to satisfy our taste for non touristy spots, we venture in the popular food market, recommended by a local guide for the best local food available. It is a big building with 4 floors, completely open, like a car park. Inside 2 little alleys follow the sloppy road up the building, alongside which hundreds of little stalls serving local dishes (soups, fried meats, eggs, rice) and all sort of simple but delicious food. Others offer cut fruits, some fresh juices, we are spoilt for choice. We finally settle (we have 4 opinions to take into account which make decision making tricky sometimes!) for a little place offering a noodle soup. As we sit down on the benches amongst the locals already eating, the lady brings us a massive soup bowl, as well as a plate full of rice, fried egg and panned beef. We are so full! All that for £1.2 each.

 

As we stroll through the streets, we come across an old lady squatting and relieving herself on the edge of the pavement, her long traditional black skirt hiding her privacy. What a sight! The boys found that hilarious!

We didn’t venture much further in La Paz or Bolivia, by lack of time, sadly. As we left La Paz we flew above the Atacama desert, the sights were amazing and we would love to go back and take time to visit the country, maybe one day….

A taste of Rio

 

 

Copacabana Beach

 

 

When travelling to the Amazon…

I was not sure what to expect before visiting the Amazon. My vision was clearly inspired from animal programs on TV, email campaigns for the protection of indigenous tribes that I receive regularly and what I had read in guidebooks but nothing could prepare me to the magic this place.

Shortly after arriving in Manaus, capital of the Amazonas Region, we loaded a bus, then a boat, another small combo and a smaller boat, which threw us very quickly in the vastness of the area. We crossed a river that seemed as big as a sea itself (although in reality it is an inlet of the sea, taking its source over 350kms away), we quickly find ourselves in a landscape where water, greenery and sky are one. The water is not clear but very brown and so still that everything reflects like a mirror. The sky has no limits, clouds float on the water, the bright green grass of the hill fuses with the foliage on the riverside.

During the first part of the journey in the plains of the Amazon, we crossed large apple green hills, bathed in the high waters of the early winter. Almost wild horses and black buffalos half immersed in the muddy water, great white herons are roaming peacefully as well as very many caimans apparently. Then, as the river narrows down, the shoreline becomes wilder, small meadows and forests of bamboos fill the landscape in turn. The villages are scarce and only the stilt mounted houses are visible, others submerged by the water with only their roof left to peep at the surface.

The river is tortuous and her many arms, form tentacles in the thickening forest. After a bent in the river, a small wooden house is the school of the district. The boat bus will take the children, the youngest in the morning, the oldest in the afternoon, from their home to the school and back. Another turn brings us into a small canal, the vegetation is dense and offers us a small corridor of freshness. Further, vegetation has already covered the path on the river. As we are drawing closer, our driver accelerates and slides across the plants. Suddenly, we are in a wide open river nearly a kilometre wide. The water is perfectly smooth, the mirror is perfect; even the colors of the rainbow, which will surprise us soon following a heavy rain, can be counted.

The river links the Yellow river to the Black River. This one, like the thousands of kilometers of waterways in the Amazon, is home to hundreds of species of fish and animals. So we float above piranhas of all sizes, huge fish of all sorts, some more than 3m long, pink and grey dolphins, caimans, etc. That day, the secret world of the wild will remain invisible to our eyes of tourists, and we will relish the sight the graceful dance of three dolphins on the other side of the river .

After a 3 hours trip, we arrived at our lodge, a simple wooden lodge with a large open deck with hammocks overlooking the river. It is very hot and our guide suggests that we have a swim in the river. Swimming in the Amazon? This is the question to which I often answered ‘no’ to kids! But apparently, yes we can swim in it and we will be happy to do so as it is so hot ! We’ll learn later that our natural pool is actually full of piranhas but the water being so deep (up to 50m in places) there are no risks, they only swim in the deep or in bloody shallow water! Our guide John simply advises us not to swim after 18h. This is the time at which the caimans are hunting in swampy area … We are the mosquitoes feast that night, and every morning and evening of the week that follows !

The first night was full of emotions for us … we were due to stay in a lodge slightly away from the main house as it could accommodate the 4 of us. Some ants had decided to keep us company and to dissuade them and on the advice of our hosts, we soon sprayed insecticide in the room. What had we done !!! Soon, the entire floor of the cabin was covered with ants. Large red and black ants were beginning to bite our toes, climb on our legs, clothes and bedding! We had clearly annoyed the locals and the employees were busy cleaning the cabin for many hours that night! We were transferred to a room in the main cabin and Rj , terrified by the invasion, decided to Keep his feet in the air and slept in a hammock on the terrace!

The next day, the day began at 6am, because this is the time at which the dolphins come to hunt. The view was incredible : the river was immaculate and shimmering . The still dark sky cleared quickly and nature woke up slowly. Many birds flew by us, the frogs were croaking, the crickets singing and not far from the shore, the graceful pink dolphins were jumping in and out of the river, hunting. Such was our first glimpse of the Amazonas!

During the few days that followed, we went piranhas fishing (with a fishing rods made ​​of bamboo) and we ate them (friend in spicy sauce, delicious but as Alex said, there is hardly anything to eat!). We explore the Amazonian swamps a paddle boat, looking for animals and saw eagles and their babies, blue macaws, kingfishers, white herons, beautiful little yellow birds; we observe an iguana approximately 1m long on a branch 15m high jump into water at the approach of danger; we saw our guide catch 2 caimans in the space of a second during a night outing, one of 1.2m, the other a 30cms baby capable of ripping your fingers off; we visited the home of an Indian family which consisted of a wooden building on stilts in which a family of three generations shared one living space and one bedroom to sleep. The young teen introduced us to his pets : a very cuddly wildboar, a 2m long boa that he handed over to the children without hesitation, a small monkey who was not happy to be woken up for presentation and porcupine fortunately kept in his cage… the boys were fascinated! We discovered how families produce manioca flour, a key food in the lives of Indians. Our guide showed us that the forest offers families lots of food, but also a large number of medicinal plants, others used to make make-up or dye clothing. In the jungle, he showed us how to create containers to retrieve food and water and he made many small decorative objects from leaves, for children and adults!

One morning we walked for 2h30 in the jungle. Very quickly, the heat was oppressive and the attack of mosquitoes was constant. But we saw armadillos burrows, wild and poisonous wasps hives perfectly manufactured, very dangerous spiders in their massive webs, traces of sloths on tree trunks …

From those few days in the Amazon, we found ourselves at peace and energized . Far from civilization, we lived simple lives, enjoyed wonderful sunsets and sunrises, intimate encounters with wild animals and embraced an often hostile environment. We felt very fortunate to watch the dolphins and some of the animals very closely and explore the forest in search of its treasures.

On the way back to Manaus, we observed the “meeting of the waters”, the point where fresh water from the river meets with the salted water from the sea. The cold sea water meets with the dark warm of the river and the two do not mix. Visually this is very impressive.

We had very little time left to visit Manaus, but before starting a new stage of our journey, we took time to pay a very brief visit to the Teatro Municipal, a beautiful Theatre from 1896 and recently restored, a real little gem. We also saw the City Market, an Art Nouveau style structure built in 1880, at the image of Les Halles in Paris. It also was recently restored and is beautiful not only for its architecture but also for its contents: from the huge exotic fruits and vegetables stalls, the fish market, to the Indian handicrafts (stunning terracotta pots, bamboo straw woven baskets as well as bamboo blowpipes) and the obscure and fascinating stalls selling herbs, dried insects powders and syrups for the needs of natural medicine.

Our experience in the Amazon was very special. The immensity of the wilderness, its beauty, its wildlife, its inhabitants with rich and mysterious cultures, we feel enriched to have discovered this world. Do we haven’t had enough of it: the kids already want to go back and explore the jungle and villages in more depth!

 

A piece of advise from Rj:

Be prepared for quite a journey; minibus to ferry port, speed ferry to middle of nowhere driven by most relaxed driver I’ve seen so far, still stupidly fast but at least one of us was relaxed, plank walk with luggage onto stupidly small boat with outrageously large engine to finally arrive at lodge looking like you’ve been electrocuted… And all this should only take around three hours.

The Eco lodge: hotel that behaves in an environmentally friendly way, can also be read as: a few planks hastily put together vaguely resembling a shed with a sticker in the bathroom asking you (politely) not to use too much water. I use the term bathroom in the loosest possible way too…

Talking of bathrooms, always take a good book as you will be spending a lot of time in them, not doing anything, just waiting. Actually due to the inordinate amount of breads, rice and eggs you’ll be eating while in Brasil you probably won’t see the inside of a bathroom for the whole of your stay anyway.

In the amazon you are never more than 10 seconds away from an insect. If you would like to rid your room of ants and mozzies never ever spray Raid all over your room then leave as this will serve to upset the red ants that you didn’t know were there too, who will then take over and you will have to leave while they fumigate your room. Should you ever come across and American from Iowa doling out advice on dealing with insects in rooms would you please deliver a swift kick to his groin from me?

Don’t EVER swim in the yellow Amazon river as apparently there’s a very beautiful little blue fish that likes to find any little hole it can, and I mean ANY little hole! It then swims up and starts eating, I’ll leave the rest to your imagination.

When trekking in the Amazon forest, cover yourself from head to toe and don’t ever stop or you become a target for the millions of mozzies just waiting for fresh European meat, and yes they can tell the difference.

Fishing for piranhas, grab a long stick, stick a little bit of string to it with a hook on, drop in water pull and voila instant dinner. Which is all a bit worrying, especially when your guide suggests you could fish off the platform you’ve been swimming off for the past three days! Apparently piranhas like to swim a bit lower than where you swim… Oh well that’s alright then… Just don’t swim after 5pm as then you’re also fair game for the cayman that like to sleep amongst the reeds.

Ants do not like brown short wearing French ladies as Claude found loads in hers and they were all dead, so if you’re French, a lady and partial to brown easy dry north face shorts you’ll be fine. For the rest of us be prepared to find ants running around pretty much everywhere else.

If you have children they will go a little bit feral: making bows and arrows, swimming in piranha infested waters without a care, catching and skinning said piranhas, handling cayman, handling boa constrictors, sleeping outside in hammocks and not washing, nothing new there then. I would suggest reading/watching Bear Grylls so you appear to know what they are talking about and also don’t wretch when they start on about eating worms that squirt poo out of their bottoms when you bite their heads off.

The amazonians have lots of wonderful natural remedies and the one that will cure all woes and ills is completely natural and actually good for you is called Caipirinha. I actually found that with enough of these I was able to completely ignore the mozzies and strange notices emanating from my bowels.

Maceio: sun, pool and beaches

 

Relaxing like a BrazilianThe trip from Lencois to Maceio took 18h by bus. Although very long, the journey was pleasant: for the first part of the trip, we travelled through the lush green Bahian valleys where massive rocks are scattered randomly, as if they had just fallen from the sky. We then jumped into a luxurious (although standard) night bus which was a further 10h journey to Maceio. With fully reclining seats, we were ready to spend a pleasant night, until the driver, spotting the tourists, tried discreetly to warn us about a certain danger ( we didn’t quite get it as he spoke so fast and mumbled his words to keep quite) after which we were not so reassured anymore and slept with one eye open!

We got to Maceio at 6am the following day and to our surprise, a very pleasing one, our friend Jarvas was there to welcome us. Brazilians are wonderful hosts and as usual Jaravas, his wife Sida had prepared a beautiful buffet of traditional food to welcome us. After catching up with the family and stuffing ourselves with feijouada, fried cheese, baked plantain, manioca couscous, fruits and juices, we headed to town to rent a car and headed to the village of Paripueira where were going to stay for 10 days.

Paripueira is a small and very modest village, 30kms north of Maceio. There is nothing to do there but to enjoy the pool and beautiful beaches. We therefore spent 9 days resting, enjoying the pool and exploring the local beaches of Tabuba, Praia do Frances, Praia do Gunga and many more. The area is still very wild and undiscovered; the beaches although untidy, are kilometres of white sand lined with coconut trees whilst the sea is of different shades of green from turquoise to lime green. A mile into the sea, a coral barrier protects the beach from the moods of the ocean and creates natural swimming pools full of bright coloured fish.

We all had a very relaxing time, enjoyed cooking our own food and eating as many fresh fruits and vegetables as we could. We started home schooling after 3 weeks of holidays and the kids were happy to comply! With no internet access, we made it our mission to find the local bars or restaurants with free wifi and we discovered a great book shop in the recently opened shopping Center in Maceio, with a coffee corner and coffee shop. It felt like home!!!
The city and the coast are changing very quickly, the Brazilians are only just starting to discover the area and the government has begun working on the infrastructure to develop tourism. We like it as it is, untouched and wonder what the future will be made of for our little village…

En Francais!

Nous sommes arrives a Maceio après un trajet de 18h en bus depuis Lencois. Bien que long celui ci fut plaisant: nous avons d’abord traverse les plaines Bahiennes dans les quelles se trouvent d’enormes rochers parsemes ici et la comme s’ils etaient tombes du ciel. Une fois arrive a Feira de Santana nous avons pris un des bus les plus confortables que je n’ai jamais pris, avec des sieges s’inclinant a 160degres, promettant une bonne nuit de repos. Malheureusement, le chauffeur, remarquant notre presence, et voulu bien faire en nous prevenant dans un portugais demi etouffe pour ne pas etre entendu des autres et a grand debit, d’un certain ‘danger’ a bord. N’ayant pas compris ce dont il parlait (il y avait effectivement plusieurs jeunes hommes parmis les passagers relativement impressionants par leurs carrures, tatouages et regards noirs profonds, mais rien que nous n’ayons jamais vu auparavant), nous ne e que d’un oeil cette nuit la, pourtant berces par les ballotements du bus.

Bref, nous sommes arrrives a Maceio a 6h du matin et a notre grande surprise furent recu par notre ami Jarvas, membre distant de la famille. Quelle agreeable surprise: il nous conduit chez lui et a leur habitude, Ils nous traiterent comme des rois et avaient prepare un buffet de nourriture pour notre arrivee. Après avoir revu tout le monde, nous nous nous dirigeames pour recuperer une voiture de location et partames vers Paripueira ou nous passerons les 10 jours suivants.

Paripueira est un petit village costal tres modeste a 30 kms au Nord de Maceio. Il n’y a rien n’a y faire, pas de tele (pas chez nous cela est, beaucoup de petites maisons de terre et de bois disposent cependant de grosses paraboles et immenses ecrans tele!), pas d’internet (c’est déjà plus genant), Juste une belle piscine et beaucoup de tres belles plages.
Nous avons donc passe 10 jours tres calmes soit au bord de la piscine, soit a explorer les plages locales de Tatuba, Praia do Frances, Praia do Gunga et bien d’autres. Toutes sont de magnifiques et gigantesques etandues de sable Blanc fin et a l’eau variant du vert tres pale au blue turquoise, longees par des avenues de cocotiers. Au loin, la barriere de corail protege la cote des violences de l’ocean atlantique et creer de magnifiques piscines naturelles, refuges naturels pour la faune marine.

Les enfants, tout comme nous, ont eu le temps de se poser, et de se reposer. Nous avons apprecie pouvoir cuisiner nos petits plats et devorer autant de fruits et legumes frais que nous le souhaitions. Nous avons passe des heures dans la piscine, d’autres a se balader sur la plage.
Nous avons nettoye la maison des fourmis et termites qui s’y refugient en notre absence (les termites se regalent, heureusement que nous n’avons que peu de bois dans la maison), appris a partager la maison avec des petites grenouilles dans les salles de Bain, les geckos aux movements sacades, une chaise souris de passage et de nombreuses moustiques (beaucoup moins plaisant!)

Nous avons entame les cahiers de vacances, point de depart des revisions de l’annee scolaire passee. Pour pouvoir continuer a prevoir notre voyage, nous nous refugions dans Les restaurants locaux avec acces a l’internet. L’avant dernier jour nous avons trouve une Librairie tres sympa a Maceio avec un coin cafe et acces internet! La ville change a vue d’oeil, se modernise, devenant de plus en plus sofistique. C’est agreeable et pratique mais nous nous demandons a quelle vitesse cette modernisation prendra pour atteindre notre petit village et surtout les consequences que cela aura. Nous aimons la simplicite de cet endroit. En Esperant que ce soit pour le mieux…

Le 19 juillet, nous reprimes la route, direction l’Amazonie, au grand plaisir des enfants!

Lencois: from grand canyons to cave snorkelling

It was hard to leave Boipeba, it’s blue waters and empty beaches but we knew that Lencois would offer its fair share of wilderness and peace too.

The trip from Boipeba to Lencois was expected to be a question of jumping from 1 bus into an other. It turned out however, that the bus schedules are  even more unreliable than we heard about and since we could not book any bus trip online, all we could do is ask and hope that the information given was correct. Well it only partly did…and although the first bus was on time, it was not the express bus expected and the 2h journey, took 4.5 hours; we then missed the connection and had to wait 5h in Feira de Santana for the following bus to Lencois to leave at 00.05 in the morning. All together  our 350 kms trip took 18 hours!  We got there in the end and I am very glad the boys are cool and big enough to handle the lack of sleep (Max enjoying the opportunity to finally stay up late and Alex gifted with the ability to fall asleep in seconds literally anywhere).Max waiting for the midnight bus

We are learning about sleeping rough and coping with it. The thoughest part is the poor choice of food on the go. We are pretty easy and are happy to eat whatever is available, but 10 days into the trip, we already bored of fried doughy food and manioc sandwiches and feel very frustrated to see amazing mangoes, papayas, pineapples and guava simply turned into juices with plenty of added sugar with no actual pieces of fruits anywhere to be found! So we reached our pousada in Lencois at 5am to find that we were expected to have the 2nd child sleep in the same bed as his parents! Alex is not a big big but still! Despite the town’s cockerels already crowing away and desperate to get a bit more sleep before the town woke up, we put up with the inconvenience and put the kids to sleep in the same single bed for a few hours.

When we woke up at 9am,  beautiful Lencois was already buzzing. Only a small town of 7 thousands, Lencois is rich in history and culture: part of the Chapada Diamanta, it was once a prosperous and fashionable town, wealthy from its coffee plantations and diamond mines. French fashion stores opened here once and as the coffee plantations were slowly abandoned and mining dried up until it was totally forbidden in 1995, so did the economy of the little town. The region is very green and wild, with amazing deep red soil. Once a very deep ocean, it’s rocky soil is carved by the water and offers a vast number of waterfalls, caves and canyons. Chapada Diamanta is the size of Switzerland and it would take many months to be explored fully. Today, Lencois thrives on tourism based around expeditions and trekking. Although very touristy, it has a very warm artistic and hippy feel. And we felt immediately at home. It’s cobbled little streets all lead onto a piazza with the Mercado Artsanal and the main church. The houses are small and brightly coloured. Most have no windows with just tall doors that open fully. Music is always playing and locals sit on their doorsteps watching the world go by, whilst cradling the new born.

Lencois portuguese style architectureWe were in Lencois to watch Brazil v Germany. The entire day was put on hold for the match, all the shops, excursions, where to close at 1pm for the 5pm match. At 5 the entire town Center woke up, a massive screen popped up in the market and the bars set a TV screening the street. The excitement quickly made room to an eery silence with the odd scream for hope from a Brazilian or a tourist desperate to raise the moral. The dramatical fall of Brazil really hurt the nation that night and the pain could be felt for days to follow. Some youngsters however did not let themselves go and pulled out the drums to perform what Brazil’s is best at, amazing beats and catchy rythms. A lot of locals went home early that night, but many enjoyed the heart warming beats and stayed on to enjoy a happy night out with beer and caipirinha!

Whilst in Lencois, we took a day trip to the amazing caves, waterfalls, rivers and canyons to the north of the town. We walked in a 800m cave with 20m high ceilings, 9m tall stalagmites that grow at the pace of 1cm per 33 years; snorkelled in another, in such clear waters you feel as if you were suspended in mid air, surrounded by millions if little fish suckling on your skin. We walked up a 90m climb to reach the top of rocky mountain which edges at the top were carved by the sea millions of years ago; we trekked through the jungle full of trees with medicinal virtues and spider holes with amazingly manufactured front doors. The following day we walked 2h to a massive waterfall of black, tannin and iron full water. We all found it spooky at first but the fun soon took over.Boco Azul Lencois was truly beautiful. July is winter here and although we had rain everyday, the days always brightened up and the temperature, still around 28c, was perfect for trekking. Well worth the stop!

En Francais!

Lencois:

Nous etions tristes de quitter Boipeba, sa nature sauvage, ses eaux turquoises et sa serenite.

Nous avions prevu de faire le trajet entre Boipeba et Lencois en bus et avions ete prevenus que les horaires des bus etaient generalement peu fiables. Nous nous ne pouvions donc mieux faire que de se renseigner en personne a la station. Chose faite. Le bus etait a l’heure ce jour mais au Iieu d’être ‘express’ celui ci s’arreta dans toutes les petites Villes et au lieu de durer 2h le trajet dura 4.5h. Nous avons ainsi manqué notre correspondance et avons du attendre 5h pour le prochain bus partant de Feira de Santana a 00.05. Je confirme, ne compter pas trop sur les horaires des bus! Heureusement les enfants sont grands maintenant et Max etait ravi d’avoir l’occasion de veiller tandis qu’Alex a l’abilite de s’endormir en l’espace de quelques secondes peu importe ou il se trouve.

Nous apprenons donc a vivre en nomades! Dormant dans les avions, les bus et vivant dans les quelques vetements empaquetes. Ce qui a ete assez frustrant au Bresil jusqu’a present, c’est le fait de ne pas trouvé d’alimention saine”sur la route”. Les Bresiliens raffolent de plats frits et farineux et leurs magnifiques fruits sont vite tournes en jus auquels est rajoute une enorme quantite de sucre. Il est bien difficile de trouve un fruit entier a croquer!

Ainsi nous sommes arrives a notre ‘pousada’ (petit hotel avec petit dejeuner seulement- equivalent du bed and breakfast) a 5h du matin et vite nous recouvrons que notre chambre n’a que 2 lits et que le plus jeune des enfants est sense dormir avec papa et maman! Alex n’est pas bien gros mais quand meme! A defaut de creer une scene a 5h du matin et desesperes de pouvoir profiter de quelques heures de sommeil de plus – les coqs chantent deja- nous empilons max et Alex dans le meme lit et nous effondrons tous rapidement.

Nous nous reveillons a 9h et déjà Lencois est en pleine activite.
Cette petite ville de 7 mille habitants est riche en histoire et culture. Elle fait partie de la region de la ‘Chapada Diamanta’. Elle fut un jour une ville riche et a la mode, grace a l’exploitation des plantations de cafe et des mines de diamants de la region. Alors que les plantations de cafe furent relocalisees et les mines doucement assechees, l’economie de la ville en fit de meme.

La region est tres verte et sauvage avec une terre rouge fonce. Les marques d’erosion dans les rochers creent un paysage tres sacade semblable a des canyons et la presence d’enormes cavites, grottes et cascades nous rappele que cette region, grande comme la Suisse, fut un jour un ocean tres profond.

Aujourdhui, Lencois s’epanouie grace au tourisme pour les randonnees et explorations dans la region. Bien que tres touristique, la petite ville est tres accueillante, artistique et hippie et nous nous y sentons bien tout de suite. Les maisons petites et etroites sont toutes de couleurs vives. La plus part n’ont pas de fenetres mais une grande porte d’entree longue et etroite a deux battants.
Les petites rues sont pavees et menent toutes au ‘mercado artesanal’ ou a l’eglise. Partout on entend de la musique et les habitants sont assis sur leur palier, bercant dans leurs bras le dernier ne.

Nous etions a Lencois pour suivre le match Bresil – Alemagne. Des 13h, les magasins fermerent leur porte, tout en ville s’arreta pour le match. A 5h la ville se reveilla, un grand ecran fut installe dans le hall du marche, les bars et restaurants sortirent les televiseurs dans la rue, les barbecues portables apparurent. Tres vite cependant, les cris de joie et d’excitement laisserent place a un silence pesant et de temps a autre un Bresilien frustre ou un touriste souhaitant passer une bonne soirée, poussa un cri d’espoir pour remoter le morale des troupes. Un groupe de jeunes decides de ne pas se laisser demoraliser, sortis tambours de toutes tailles et firent ce que le Bresil fait de mieux: creerent des rythmes chaleureux. Beaucoup rentrerent chez eux tot ce soir la, Bresil lourdement ecrase sous le poids de la defaite. Mais d’autres profiterent de la musique et de la caipirinha pour finir la journee en beaute!

A Lencois, nous avons visite des caves d’eau translucide qui innondees par la lumiere du soleil, creer des ‘trous bleus’ (poco azul); nous avons nage dans des caves d’eau si claire que nous nous sentions comme suspendus dans les airs tandis que des milliers de petits poissons sucaient notre peau. Nous nous sommes baignes dans des cascades et rivieres d’eau noire, pleine de tannin et fer grace a la vegetation locale; nous avons grimpes 90m de rochers sculptes par l’eau il y a des millions d’annees de cela et avons admire les canyons; nous nous sommes promenes dans de chemins encevelis dans la vegetation, decouvert des varietes de plantes medicinales et admire les magnifiques petites ‘portes d’entree’ des trous d’araignees. Nous avons visites des grottes de 800m de long et 20 m de plafond avec des stalagmites de 9m grandissants a la vitesse d’un centimetre par 33 ans…

Lencois etait vraiment magnifique. Bien que ce soit l’hiver ici et qu’il ai plu casiment tous les jours, nous avons profite des temperatures moderees (toujours autour de 28 degres) pour les ballades et randonnees. Une alte tres recommendee!

I was blind but now I see

The lovely thing about travelling is meeting and talking to other, like minded, people. But the best part is that if you don’t really like them you can just walk away and never see them again! Although we have yet to meet anyone we have not liked, yet, as everyone we have been lucky enough to meet has been so interesting. When people find out you are travelling for a while, as opposed to being (God forbid) just another holidaymaker, they seem to open up and want to help as much as possible.

Having lived in Kensington for such a long time, I had become used to the usual conversations at various Kensington social gatherings:
“Oh Ranj let me introduce you to James, he’s related to Lord Wiffenpoof, big in cows”
Me proffering hand only to have it crushed in a rather too manly fashion
“Hi I’m Ranj, lovely to meet you” gently rubbing life back into hand
James looks bored already “oh…hi”
James then looks me up and down, and then comes the question I’ve been dreading; ” so what do you do?”

And that’s the problem, you are immediately judged on what you do, and I hate it. The best thing about meeting people here is no one is really very interested in what you do, rather why you are doing whatever you are doing. I’ve had the same thing with our Kiwi and Ozzie mates in London at a barbecue. It was only after the barbecue, as we had said our goodbyes, that I realised that for the whole afternoon not one person had asked the dreaded question, not one! Wonderful!

So now I am learning not to judge a book by its cover, and assume that everyone here is after my money, although most of them are and I appear to be losing the battle. But recently I have become more savvy, and so I let Claude deal with them, and I sit and scowl at them letting them know subconsciously that I’m onto them.

In my typically English way I asked politely if I could borrow a seat to watch the Brasil Germany game “5 Reais” without blinking, or laughing! I felt somewhere better when Germany beat Brasil 7-1 as was hoping this man may be blaming his Karma for the result!

Boipeba, an untouched paradise

Boipeba virgin beaches of Boinema and Morere

Boipeba virgin beaches of Boinema and Morere

We’ve just spent 4 amazing days on the island of Boipeba.
This little island is located south of Salvador, close by the more known Morro de Bahia. A real paradise! Still untouched because so remote and difficult to access to (the trip itself would put you off: ferry, bus, speed boat, taxi and eventually tractor – or horse or donkey if you don’t have as much luggage as we do!) The island is protected by Unesco and has no access for motorised vehicules.
We got to our pousada Casa Bobo after a 5h trip from Salvador and we found ourselves in stunning little wooden lodges in the middle of Brazilian wilderness. Myriam and Nilton who built and run the pousada are an amazing couple, very kind and caring and extremely Eco and health conscious. The pousada is immaculately decorated, in an elegant yet simple and traditional manner and all details have been carefully thought off. Although the island is solely covered with fine white sand, they manage to grow their own vegetables organically and fed us the best home cooked food we ever had in Brazil. We discovered, manioc cake, cooked plantain (balata de terra), moqueca (typical bahian dish with either fish, seafood or chicken, coco oil, beans, and more cooked in a terracotta bowl) – delicious!
Boipeba is simply stunning: long wild white sand beaches naturally ornate with palm trees, little trails running through the mangrove, natural swimming pools filled with clowns fish and other stunning species; lots of gorgeous humming birds swiftly flying around, large bright butterflies and multicolour birds and crabs, the island is a true paradise. It is also home of hundreds of sea turtles protected by the Tamar project.

One evening our hosts took us to visit the native village of Monte Allegre, where the villagers were celebrating the inauguration of a community Center. The youngsters were dancing samba and demonstrating their skills of Angolan Capoueira to the beat of the drums and local instruments: the atmosphere was nothing like anything we’ve ever seen!
Although we felt like intruders, for them it was an honor to have visitors from the outside!

We did long walks on the fine sandy beaches of the island, the kids played in the sand for hours, we snorkelled looking for sea turtles (no luck there), large shells, bright coloured fish… I got bitten by a sea snake and although most are venomous, mine-which I didn’t even get to meet- wasn’t, so all is well!. The boys played football with the local kids on the beach, we watched Brazil v Colombia is the smallest -yet the fullest and liveliest improvised street cafe ever, we fell asleep to the beat of Brazilian rythms…

We are living the dream!

 

 

En Francais:

Après Salvador, nous venons de passer 4 jours fantastiques sur l’ile de Boipeba. Cette petite ile situee au sud de Salvador dans l’etat de Bahia. Un vrai paradis! Nous n’y avons passe que 4 jours mais 4 jours d’indulgence pure au milieu de la nature Bresilienne.
Longue de 40km, cette ile est protégée par l’Unesco et sans acces aux vehicles, elle est encore tres sauvage et peu exploitee.
Rien que d’essayer d’y acceder peu vous dissuader: depuis Salvador, il faut prendre ferry, bus, taxi puis bateau. Le tractor et cheval ou ane sont les seuls moyens de se replacer sur l’ile. Donc eviter, non comme nous, d’arriver avec trop de baggage!
L’ile est couverte de sable blanc fin, de cocotiers et de ‘mangrove’; Elle est entouree de coraux et offre donc de magnifiques piscines naturelles pleines de poisons exotiques mais aussi de nombreuses tortues d’eau protégées par le project ‘Tamar” un project …malheureusement nous n’avons pas reussi a en voir, il faisait trop chaud et elles ne sortent que tard le soir.
Ces temps ci, une polemique derange le calme habituel de l’ile: 7 petits proprietaires ont recu une offre d’achat par de gros exploitants qui veulent developer un resort exclusif impliquant le defrichage de plusieurs hectares afin de developer terrains de golf et helipads. Les indiens, d’abord seduits par l’argent, ont maintenant realises (grace a l’aide de quelques gringos – ‘etrangers’- ecolo vivants sur place et ayant choisis cette ile pour sa virginite ecologique) les consequences nefastes de tel developement sur l’equilibre naturel de la region.
Le village de ‘Cova da Onca’ (un village descendant directement des colons hollandais, ou les gens sont blonds aux yeux bleus) disparaitrait completement, tand dis que les indiens du village de”Monte Allegre’ qui vivent encore de nos jours casiment entierement peche, chasse et cueillette (dont coco), souffriraient de l’impact sur la nature. Le Tamar project et les tortues de mer seraient aussi irradier bien que protégés par Unesco. Un tel project semble bien illegal mais l’argent achete bien des choses et la famille italienne derrière tous ces nouveaux projets semble avoir les bonnes connections!

Nous sommes rester a Casa Bobo, une magnifique petite pousada ecologique geree par Myriam et Nilton. Ce couple espagnol-bresilien a installe la residence en hauteur dans la brousse de Boipeba, surplombant la plage de Morere. Construites de maniere tradionnelle, les loges ont un toit fait de tuiles de bamboo, les murs sont faits de baguettes de bois couverte de boue (case de Taipa) et fibre de coco, le tout peint de blanc et recouvert de resine.

Myriam et Nilton (se pronounce Newton) sont super sympa et nous ont accueilli les bras grands ouverts; super zen, tres centres sur la Sante et le bien etre en harmonie avec la nature, ils etaient aux petits soins. Nilton cuisine merveilleusement tous les produits ecologiques qu’ils reussissent a faire pousser dans ces terres sableuses ainsi que les fruits de mer fraichement peches, les plats a la farine de manioc, la ‘batata de terra’ (plantain) etc, nous nous sommes regales.

Pendant ces quelques jours, nous avons fait de longues promenades sur les plages desertiques de l’ile, visiter des piscines naturelles par petit bateau et nager parmis les poissons clowns; avons nage a la recherche des tortures et navigue au dessus de l’epave d’une caravelle sur la plages des Castellanos (sans succes mais ce fut l’occasion pour moi de me faire mordre par un serpent de mer! Belle morsure, heureusement d’un serpent non venimeux, la plupart le sont!).
Nous avons eu aussi la chance de pouvoir assister a une presentation de Capoueira Angolaise et de samba par une association pour les jeunes dans le village natif de Monte Allegre. Les seuls etrangers, nous nous sentions assez intrus tandis que pour eux, c’etait un honeur d’avoir des visiteurs interesses dans leurs traditions. Nous avons aussi rencontres Marina et son mari ainsi que leurs 3 garçons. Une super famille avec la bougeotte, qui gere une ligne de vetements d’enfants (www.waddlers.co.uk) tout en vivant une vie nomade en Amerique du Sud, quelle inspiration!
Et tout cela en 7 jours a peine! Nous avons l’impression d’être partis depuis si longtemps! Nous n’avons pas eu Le temps de regarded en arriere. Nous sommes lances, et pour le moment , ce sont comme des vacances prolongees. Les enfants sont calmes, heureux, nous vivons le reve…

I only wanted a little swim!

I love Brazil, it’s an assault on all your senses, from the smells to the sounds to the sights. It’s also a full blown assault on your wallet, especially when the world cup is on. Although we knew it wouldn’t be cheap so I can’t complain, but I do feel a little like I have a target on my back.

Brazil’s hilarious as it grinds to a halt when theres a game on, let alone when Brazil are playing! We had asked for something in the room and were told it would be delivered when the game had finished, no “would you mind…?” just “no” for a moment it felt strangely Parisian. There was absolutely no one on the streets either as the bars and restaurants were crammed with people. I don’t think any nation on earth could be as football mad as Brazil, the atmosphere is amazing because of it.

So the other day we were leaving Salvador for the little island of Boipeba, out in the middle of nowhere which, with enough luggage to sink a small boat became a bit of an undertaking.

Taxi to port: Check (30mins)

Ferry to Bom Despacho: Check (1 hour)

Coach to Valenca: check (1 1/2 hours)

Speedboat to Boipeba: check (1 hour of hanging on)

Boy to carry luggage in little wheelbarrow that was bigger than him: check (15 minutes)

Tractor for last 4 kms through flipping rainforest: CHECK! (15 minutes)

And after all that…we finally arrived at a little slice of paradise in the middle of nowhere at Casa Bobo a little eco resort. Right now we are all sat on our bungalows veranda listening to crickets, and other animals that if I were walking down an alley late at night and heard the same sound I’d turn around and walk the other way but it’s ok here as we are in the middle of nowhere… But despite the strange noises it really is beautiful here, it’s all little bungalows with wooden walkways and low lighting.

Now some people might say that eco is synonymous with the guilt ridden green excuse to extort wads of cash from unsuspecting mugs like me, and they’d be right of course, but now that we are here I can see why people love it so much and it really is worth every penny.

So after a lovely dinner of pasta with lobster we sat on the veranda looking up at the night sky which was filled with stars, more than I have ever seen anywhere. And once again I realise how incredibly lucky we are to be able to be here together…Although I haven’t seen the bill yet so in four days time it could be a completely different story!

Oh and on a final note anyone thinking of travelling to Salvador, take note, everything seems to cost 20 Reais:

Excuse me, how much move my luggage 20 meters when I could have done it “20 Reais signor”

Excuse me signor taxi driver how much to drive just around the next corner? “20 Reais”

Excuse me how… “20 Reais”

You’re starting to see the pattern? That target’s getting bigger and bigger, and as long as we keep ravelling with half the world in our luggage I fear it can only get worse so as soon as possible we will be unburdening ourselves of as much “stuff” as possible. You should have seen us today, it was embarrassing, we looked like American tourists.

Right I have to go now and spend the next half hour chasing a bloody mosquito around our room with an eco slipper!

 

Tickets please ! Tickets s’il vous plait!

 

For weeks, we’ve been waiting for this one day. Mum and Dad have been : shopping, organising, stressing, the whole lot really. I think it was about 5  days ago that the removal company came and took everything. And when I mean everything, it’s e-ve-ry thing : bed, TV, sofa etc. we had to sleep on the floor for 2 nights then went to my grand dad flat for the 2 last nights. Everyone we told about our world trip was very envious (and I sort of understand them).
Baba and Dada took us to Heathrow airport. We said lots of farewell and good bye and felt a mixture of sadness and happiness. We were checked by security and dad biped as usual.
Our first flight was to São Paulo at 9h50pm to then go to Salvador at 10h45am the following day.
We arrived in Salvador at 1pm. We took a taxi from the airport to our hotel, the Hit Hotel. In my opinion it is a very strange name. On our way to the hotel we didn’t see anyone in the street and then realised that a big football match was on: Brazil v chile. We settled in our bedroom with views of the ocean and quickly turn on the TV to watch the match .  It was a very tight match and they had to go to penalties. Brazil won 5/3.  In the streets, and little bars, people were celebrating, singing, playing the drum…

Finally  we went for a swim in the sea. Although it is winter here the weather is very hot and the water is very warm and clear.

From Porto de Barra, there was an amazing sunset and everybody clapped when it was over, that was funny!

We slept very well that night!

Max

Cela fait des semaines que nous attendons ce moment. Maman et papa ont passe beaucoup de temps a organiser, stresser et preparer notre depart et tout et tout. Il y a 5 jours a peu pres, les demenageurs sont venus vider la maison, il sont tout pris, absolument tout. Nous avons dormis par terre pendant 2 nuits puis sommes alles dormir chez Dada les 2 nuits avant de partir. Nous sommes prets a partir enfin. Dada et Baba nous ont accompagnes a l’aeroport. Nous avons dit au revoir, c’etait un melange de tristesse et de joie. Nous passions les douanes et papa bip déjà, ca commence bien!
Notre premier vol nous emmene a São Paulo et tout de suite après nous allons a Salvador de Bahia. Nous partons a 9h50 du soir et arriverons a 13h a Salvador qui a 4h de moins que Londres.

A Salvador les rues sont vides, jusqua ce que nous arrivions dans le centre ou plein de gens, tous en t- shirts jaunes Brazil se dirigent vers la plage. Nous nous rappelons qu’il y a gros match: bresil / chilli et de grands ecrans sont sur la plage pour suivre les matches. Nous arrivions a notre hotel, qui s’appelle Hit hotel, bizarre, et nous allons vite dans notre chambre pour suivre la fin du match. Le bresil gagne et la ville se reveille avec plein de gens dans la rue qui chantent, rient et font du tambourin. ..

Nous finissons la journee avec une baignade dans la mer. C’est l’hiver Ici mais il fait tres chaud et l’eau est bonne. De la plage de Porto de Barra, nous avons un magnifique coucher du soleil, une fois finit, tout le monde applaudit, c’est drole!

On va bien dormir ce soir!

Oh God not more jabs….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So brave ouch a breeze OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!?!?

 

SO not only did we have jabs last week (which cost the princely sum of £700!), but we are back for more! I’ve been pricked more times than a… I’ll leave it to your imagination. So today was Hepatitis A, and tomorrow we are off to Trailfinders for more. Then we have the Malaria tablets along with more rabies, typhoid and a couple of others I can’t remember although we drew the line at Japanese Encephalitis AND then to cap it all we’ve got a load of boosters to follow up on, although the good news is we can get those while away, GREAT.

You see no one tells you about all this stuff when they blog about going to far flung places with golden beaches, they forget to mention your arse will look like a colander once you’ve had every vaccine imaginable. They omit the fun stuff about needing a long break from having packed your life into little boxes and then Tetrised them into a garage (That’s an art in itself). And to add insult to injury we then have to pay to get vaccinated for apparently every disease known to man!

Stepping out of our comfort zone: when planning a trip becomes daunting

Travel sources, maps, guides, blogs

Travel sources, maps, guides, blogs

We have now come to realise that planning a trip of that size can be somewhat overwhelming.

In our case, planning the trip also involves leaving a business and a good school behind and renting our flat to finance the trip. We are therefore talking removal, furniture storage, responsibilities hand over, agreements with the school as well as booking flights, finding hotels, best routes and tours through unknown territories, for us that is.

At night, I wake up in a sweat, wondering how on earth we will manage to do all we have to do in 4, 3 and now 2 months…

We have booked the main legs of our trip, all 6 of them, having to decide on where we will be when and when we will have enough of it…tick.

We have found out about visas and time restriction and rearranged our trips around them. We think. tick.

We have called the insurance and planned our jabs (a massive list of them – the kids are going to hate us!) .tick.

We have found and booked reasonable (not cheap) accommodation in super-expensive and World cup pumped up Rio in July 2014, tick.

We have had the estate agents around, we need to contact them again a months before leaving and contacted the decorators to touch up the place. tick.

I am briefing and training my workmates and transferring all the information to them so that they can take over, hopefully smoothly. tick.

A few issues remain to be sorted out:

– how do we pack super light and have everything we need from tropical beaches to 3000m climb?

– how not too over plan and benefit from flight special offers and visa requirements?

– travel sickness, hmmm…

Let’s sleep on it!