Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Meeting Jamaica

The island of Jamaica is the third largest in the Caribbean. It is ideally located, capturing trade winds that assist in maintaining a near constant temperature between 77 and 82 degrees and which bless the mountainous island's northeast coast with abundant rain. Jamaica supports a wide diversity of plant and animal life. More than half the island is higher than 800 feet above sea level. The economy depends heavily on the tourism business, and some of the Caribbean's finest resorts and elegant boutique hotels are found on the beaches of Jamaica.
But Jamaica offers more than lovely beaches and crystal clear water. As wonderful as those things are, they are in plentiful supply in the Caribbean. Jamaica is more - much more. Jamaica is deep emerald green rainforests, waterfalls and mountain streams. Jamaica is an array of birds - colorful parrots, macaws, and hummingbirds with tails that curl three times their body length. Jamaica is reggae and intricate wood carving. Jamaica's culture does not lurk around its edges. You do not have to go looking for it in museums. Jamaica's culture permeates the island. It drifts through every breeze and wafts through every moment on the island, whether in the smell of roadside food preparation or in the rhythm and sound of the music present everywhere. Jamaica dances and invites you to dance with it. The Jamaican culture has endured slavery, oppression and bad times. Its culture, like its people, not only survives, not only endures, but thrives.
The island is not without its scars. There is poverty and the street and beach merchants can be aggressive in plying their trade. However, the population as a whole possesses a warmth and a humor that is characteristically Jamaican and visitors miss a real opportunity for adventure if they fail to engage the people beyond the boundaries of the hotels and resorts.

History and Culture
The English wrested Jamaica away from the Spanish in the mid-1600s and used the island as a base throughout the Caribbean. They permitted pirates to hold sway over some areas of the island like Port Royal to continue to threaten Spanish interests in the rest of the Caribbean. Sugarcane and banana plantations, worked by slaves, became the economic base of early Jamaica. But in the mountainous interior, free and runaway slaves, known as Maroons, lived and routinely attacked the British. Two great slave rebellions finally ended the ignoble institution of slavery.
Thus, the cultural heritage of the island has its origins in the slave trade. As the slaves learned the language of their colonial masters, they melded and mixed it with their own. African dialect and English flowed between Spanish and French to find expression in "patois" spoken with the distinctly Jamaican accent mimicked by so many but found only here.
The general consensus is that Jamaica has more churches per square mile than any other place in the world. Every denomination finds a home here, as well as Jews, Hindus, Muslims and Rastafarians. The latter group, the Rastafarians, first appeared in the 1930s, and worships the Ethiopian emperor Haile Selassie. The dreadlocks worn by the group is indicative of their belief that hair should not cut or combed. It is well known, and overly emphasized, that Rastifarians use marijuana as a sacrament, but the focus of the religion is on inward spiritual development.

The arts, woodcarving, music, and dance of Jamaica are uniquely distinctive and immediately recognizable. Reggae has found an audience worldwide, its beat a fusion of African and Caribbean rhythms. Its most famous artist, Bob Marley, achieved international fame and remains an influence many years after his death. Jamaican religions have greatly colored the folk music, and the lyrics express the deep spirituality of the people.

Jamaican cuisine is likewise unique and richly flavored with the fusions of tastes both familiar and strange. Jerk marinade, created from island spices, is added to fish, pork, chicken and beef. Seafood, breads and native fruits are island specialties: ackee and saltfish with roast breadfruit, peas and rice, escoveitched fish, and bammy, a pancake shaped, deep-fried cassava bread.
Seeing Jamaica
Surrounded by crystal blue and green waters with high mountain peaks and a lush jungle, visitors find much to do and see - layer on top the country's thick culture of food and music, and the temptation to shoot off in any direction in search of the authentic Jamaica is strong. Vacationers have the option of commanding their own transportation for day-trips to see the countryside up close and personal.

Driving in Jamaica can be challenging, especially in rural areas. The roads are narrow and winding, often pitted with potholes half the size of the tire of any 4X4. Washouts and rockslides are not uncommon, and at night, the roads are pitch black in the countryside. Close encounters with pigs, cows and chickens are common. But the drive is worthwhile, especially through the Blue Mountains. The tropical rain forests of African tulips and the mango and breadfruit trees are amazing to behold.
If you decide to self-drive the island, ask your travel agent to rent a vehicle that is dependable in all circumstances, such as a good SUV 4x4. A U.S. or Canadian driver's license is valid in Jamaica, but the driver must be at least 21 years old to drive and 25 to rent a vehicle. Driving is on the left-hand side of the road in the British fashion. The speed limit is 30 MPH in towns and 50 MPH on highways. Drivers should proceed with caution and drive slowly until they get the rhythm of traffic flow.
For the most part, traffic in rural areas is light, but local drivers are fearless, so most visitors find it best to cede the right of way to others to be on the safe side. Cars frequently stop for pedestrians, animals or to hold a conversation, so drivers should travel slowly and be prepared for frequent interruptions and stops. Horn-honking is not unusual and is typically either a greeting or a warning of an upcoming traffic problem.
Rental car offices are common, and rentals can typically be arranged in advance. The local companies may be less expensive, but larger franchise operations will offer roadside assistance and other services to assist visitors, as well as more locations throughout the island for greater flexibility in returning the vehicle. You can anticipate a relatively large security deposit if you do not take out insurance. For driving directions, obtain a copy of the Jamaica Tourist Board's "Discover Jamaica" map. Finally, remember that many of the petrol stations in rural areas will accept only cash รข?? no credit cards, so be prepared.
Of course, automobiles are not your only option. Renting a bicycle or motorbike provides a fun, easy way to explore. Jamaica requires the use of a helmet on motor bikes, and given some road conditions and the ever-present hazard of free-roaming livestock, this is a good idea in any event. Many vendors rent both bicycles and motorbikes at excellent rates.
In addition to driving, most resorts and hotels will arrange for guided drives around the island. It is a great way to get off of the beaten path, see the real Jamaica, and to slowly acclimate to a side of the island not found behind the gates. A visit to Jamaica stays with a traveler. Unlike other islands, the experience of Jamaica is somehow deeper and more transfixing. A longing develops deep inside that is curable only by way of a return visit.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Up the Nile - Mary Powell

The plane has landed, the door opens and we walk down the stairs to the tarmac. There is a balmy breeze, un-expected but greatly appreciated.
We are in Cairo!!
Streamlined buses take us to the new airport terminal. We are met there by medical examiners, who check our temperature and on we go. There are counters to purchase our visas (15.00usd), then on to immigration.
I hand over my passport and visa and what is this? One of the guards has taken my passport and left! The other guard tells me to go down further to collect it.
Where?
As I am standing there panicking, a member of the police passes by with my passport in his hand and says he will be right back.
Am I to be deported?
Here he is! He hands over the passport, tells me to go on through and all is well again.
On to baggage pick-up where we wait at the carousel noticing members from our tour with Explore tags. We follow them and there is our group leader Wael, who is rounding us up like forgotten sheep. A few us use the washroom, a few buy coffees at Starbucks, and then onto the shuttle bus for an hour and 15 minute ride to our hotel in Giza “The Pyramids View Hotel”.
We are given our room keys, what time to meet (there will be a wake-up call) and off to bed! It is midnight! I fall asleep right away but awake at 4:00am to the loud calling to prayer. Rather than it being annoying, I find it quite comforting. Back to sleep for a couple of hours and then as the sun rises I look out my window to the sight of two pyramids.
Amazing.
The group has breakfast then an introductory meeting, and then we are off to the Pyramids, Sphinx , Mummifying Temple, papyrus workshop and museum, falafel lunch (never had one before), Cairo museum (containing the treasures of Tutankhamen) and then finally, after an extremely busy day, we stop in Cairo city centre for tea.
While there a hookah pipe is passed around. This is very common in Egypt. The sweet smell of apple is in the air.
One thing Cairo is full of is cars, cats, dogs and people. No problem!
Now it is on to the train station for our overnight trip to Luxor! There is a fairly lengthy wait as a number of trains pass through but finally in comes our sleeper train. Every cabin sleeps two and dinner and breakfast are included. They bring dinner to us and when we are done they make the sitting area into beds. As we move along I am lulled to sleep with the continuous rocking motion of the train.
We are woken with sharp raps on the door. A little unnerving as it is quite dark. They will not stop until you respond. I must find the door, undo the lock and open it. There, I did it! Thank God (or Allah, who’s name be praised)
Sunrise is spectacular and the Egyptian countryside beautiful!
The only drawback on the train was the communal washroom which was quite dirty and flushed directly onto the tracks. Ewww.
We have now arrived in Luxor. We are taken to our riverboat, the “M.S.Soleil”. It is lined up with many other boats and we walk through three of them to get to her. We dump our luggage in the lobby and go for a ride in a calesh (horse and carriage) to the Karnak temple. It is amazing.
Then back to the Soleil to check-in to our cabins. They are nice and fairly roomy. Showers can be tricky as I had flooded the bathroom before I figured out how to keep the water in the shower and out of the cabin. We have a nice lunch in the dining room then back to my cabin to rest my eyes. I promptly fall asleep for a couple of hours.
Next we go “walkabout” in town. We go to the “souk” were I find a great bookstore. I bought “Death on the Nile” by Agatha Christie and am a happy camper. Back to the boat for a view of the sunset from the top deck followed by a late dinner after which I stumble to bed to sleep before the 7am wake-up call the next morning.
We have a full breakfast then take a motorboat across the Nile to see “The Tombs of the Workers.”
The riverboat is our base for the next six nights and it is from there that we take tours to see some incredible sights. Life on board is easy-going and informal: a perfect base from which to explore the sites of the Nile.
Some of the highlights are: The Edfu Temple (you must go through the Esna lock to reach Edfu), Temple of Kom Ombo,Aswan (from here you would do a lenthy busride or short flight to Abu Simbel, a truly remarkable site reconstructed with amazing engineering) Also in Aswan we visit a Nubian Village.
From our riverboat we take tours to see the Philae Temple of Isis, Valley of the Kings (which is where King Tut’s tomb was found), camel ride to the deserted Coptic Monastery of St. Simeon, and a donkey trek to the temple of Queen Hatshepsut (Egypt’s only female pharaoh).
This was an extremely busy itinerary but thoroughly enjoyable. I will always remember the sunrises, sunsets (truly beautiful in Egypt), the feel of camel hair (very course), the smell of sandalwood incense, sailing on the Nile while passing tombs in the hillsides and temples right before your eyes, hieroglyphs in colours still vivid from 2500 BC and the first sight of the pyramids from my hotel balcony.
Interestingly even though the temperatures varied from about 28 degrees Celsius to about 42 degrees Celsius, I never found it unbearable. It is very dry heat. I never really noticed any bugs although some people on the tour did get bites. Food on the boat was very tasty and mostly European or American type fare. A lot of water had to be consumed to stay hydrated. Egypt has been a tourist destination for many years and is very organized and tourist oriented. At no time did I feel unsafe (annoyed occasionally but not unsafe).
The Egyptian tour leader was very knowledgeable. He used a few local guides who were okay to good. The group on the tour was a good combination of ages and was mostly British. Overall the tour was very well run and I would recommend Explore as they did a good job.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Las Vegas April 2008

As we’re hanging out in the Air Canada lounge, drinking beer and soup, I’m wondering what the hell I’m going to do in Las Vegas in about 3 hours. Our friends will have been there for a day already, and will be deeply into the rum and Crown Royal by the time we land. I’m not looking forward to meeting them at the end of a rum, Crown Royal, Blackjack, slot machine binge. I can almost smell the stale smokes and booze from here.Ugh.At this point I’m still, mostly, looking forward to going and seeing long unseen friends from 15years ago.
I’m also looking forward to a quick drive or two out to Red Rock Canyon, to get away from the Strip crowds and enjoy the desert mountains for a few hours. With luck we’ll also get long drive over to the Grand Canyon.
Air Canada’s flight pulled away from the gate on time only to be stopped on the taxiway for an hour waiting for YVR’s permission to use a runway. You’d think they would iron out this kind of thing before hand?
Land in Vegas, still sober, and take the shuttle to the car rental depot. Strangley, I thought a car picked up at the airport would actually be near the airport. It’s much nearer the Luxor, our hotel, than the airport. I can’t help but think we should just walk from the depot. It looks so close.
Luxor hotel. Nice pyramid. If you like pyramids. Long check in line. Finally checked in, and up the inclinator, to our slope walled room half way up the building. Room is ok. Notably lacking a room safe, solved by using the safety deposit boxes a mile away in the lobby, and easy internet connection, solved by stringing wires around the room, a la tinsel, to the laptop. Open the armoir door with care or the computer goes flying…
The hallways are open to the large atrium inside the pyramid. It’s surprisingly quiet given the level of noise bouncing inside the lobby and casino. Strangley quiet. Too quite really. It’s then that it hits you. You’re inside a tomb. A big black, energy sucking tomb. The main entry way is a downward slope to the main lobby (crypt?) where you register for the afterlife. Natural light or air are not allowed here. No sir. They are kept outside for natural living things to enjoy. In here it’s only death and the walking dead. At 6am, on my way to Red Rock Canyon, I walked through the casino only to see zombies at the slots. Zombies at the blackjack tables. Zombies playing poker. Why aren’t they wrapped in gauze?
It’s all sureal in the big black tomb.
Further down the strip, in the Venetian, Belagio, or Caesar’s casino/malls the atmosphere is lighter, happier, in bright surroundings. The zombies don’t seem to come this far. At least not in the middle of day. Back in the tomb, the zombies are in control.
In off strip casinos there is feeling you are seeing something real. A real Las Vegas devoid of the fantasies of the strip. At the Super 8’s Ellis Island casino, steak and eggs were $4, with friendly, down home American service. The marketing MBA’s haven’t sunk their claws into this place yet. There’s a real sense that you are welcome. Come in, have a coffee. Relax. The MBA’s and polished scripts of the Strip hotels wouldn’t have a chance here. They’d be shown the door and told to piss off. No airs or fakery. (except the leather) Just a sleazy, friendly Vegas casino.
Buddies met and off we rush in a rum, Crown Royal haze. Dinner at the steak house. Then back in time for the show.
The Vegas shows are the Vegas shows. Every act seems to be the something of the year. Comedian of the year. Magician of the year. Freak act titty show of the year. You get the idea. No one can possibly be merely good. It’s all the best. The best in Las Vegas. The best in the world.
It’s all quite predicable.
As you stroll the strip looking at unbelievable copies of real stuff. (Venice, Paris, New York) you’re struck by how easy it is to enter any building and how hard it is to find your way out. Some places make the inside even seem like being outside. Except it’s a better version of outside. Always the right temperature, with a lovely blue sky. It’s the best in the world.
Except it’s really not part of this world at all.
To the west the mountains call me to something real and solid. Signs warn that you might die if you go too close to edge or if you hike in the desert without adequete water. The desert plants are thorny and tough. Here it’s the real deal. Life is hard and beautiful. Stark against the dry blue sky. The red rocks glow in the early morning light. It’s quiet. All this is only 45 minutes from your manicured, polished hotel and 6am zombies.
The contrast between this version of Las Vegas and the version on the strip, or the seedier version off the Strip is dramatic. Millions of people visit Las Vegas and miss the best part. Never seeing what’s outside the asylum. What’s real. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. A truer statement doesn’t exist.It’s too bad more don’t get out and experience something beyond the rye, green felt and breasticled cocktail waitresses.
The trip over the Hoover Dam, to the Grand Canyon West Rim is a dry 3 hour drive punctuated by a 13 mile gravel road to the crater rim. Reminder front wheel drive cars with bad suspension tend to push quite a bit when the road surface is loose dust and rocks. Gentle accelerations out of corners are lost in the lousy automatic transmission. The Dodge Caliber might look like a rally car, but…
To be continued…