Sunday, 31 December 2006
Christmas 2006
Saturday, 30 December 2006
The Jelly
Friday, 29 December 2006
Hong Kong, 2004
In November, 2004 my friend Rita was examining students in Hong Kong. I agreed to go out for a long weekend so that we could spend some time together. The Air France flight out was not an unqualified success - they managed to lose my luggage at Charles de Gaulle and it arrived in Hong Kong in time for me to bring it back again! I arrived on Friday, 26th November 2004 and used the new airport railway to get into Hong Kong, followed by a free bus to get to my hotel. I'd decided to stay in the old part of the Peninsula Hotel, although the views are more spectacular in the new tower block (which boasts a helipad on top).
On Saturday, 27th November it wasn't long before Rita and I were making the classic trip across the harbour to Hong Kong Island on the Star Ferry. I know there are lots of alternatives these days but to me the Star Ferry means Hong Kong.
Then we went to Macau, deciding that the hydrofoil was the best option. To make good use of our limited time in Macau, we hired a taxi to take us around. Macau was, of course, a Portuguese colony and it still has a rather different 'feel' to Hong Kong. The various islands are linked by bridges to a small enclave on the mainland, where there is a border with China 'proper'. Its economy is sustained by legalised gambling. Large numbers of Chinese travel to Macau to play the Casino. All too soon, it was back to Hong Kong by hydrofoil and an evening meal in the Peninsula.
We planned an even more ambitious trip for Sunday 28th November - to Guanzhaou (Canton) in China. We were taken to the Hung Hom terminal of the famous Kowloon Canton Railway to catch the express electric train through the former New Territories to our destination. We formed part of a small group in the charge of a guide who sorted all the formalities of admission to China. The pace of building all along the route was staggering. On arrival, we joined a tour bus for a trip around the city which included a visit to the massive hall dedicated to Dr. Sun Yat Sen and an old temple. Back on the bus, we headed South by motorway to a 'country park' overlooking the Pearl River. The 'country park' includes a number of temples which do a brisk business in what one imagines is a rather uneasy partnership with the communist regime. It was a beautiful place and a joyful place and it was intriguing to glimpse how faithful many people have remained to the old beliefs, whilst also embracing communism. Another lengthly bus trip returned us to Guanzhaou for our train back to Hong Kong. A tiring but fascinating day.
On Monday, 29th November my friend Rita was back at work, so I'd promised myself a trip to one of the 'outer islands'. The Star Ferry took me to Hong Kong Island and a walk took me to the Ferry Terminal for the Outer Islands. There are a variety of destinations served by conventional and fast ferries. I decided on the conventional ferry 'Xin Chao'. These ferries carry a fair amount of wheeled-on or carried on cargo. There was also a fairly excited school party. We pulled away from the dock and slowly sailed by the improbable-looking skyline of Honk Kong Island, all skyscrapers and mountain, threading our way through a variety of water traffic from hydrofoils to sampans. As the skyscrapers fell behind, we passed various small islands, mountainous and lush and passed through the 'roads' where numerous large ships waited their turn in the huge container port at Hong Kong.
In less than an hour, we were docking at my chosen island (sorry, I've currently mislaid the name) and I disembarked at a small fishing town, obviously Chinese but as different from the high rise of Hong Kong as you could imagine. I walked through the town to discover a beautiful, sandy and deserted beach. The quiet was briefly disturbed by the school party from the ferry, happily marching to some sort of camp a little further on. Then I explored more of the town and docks, watching the coming and going of various boats. The arrival of a small ferry proved too much of a temptation and I took it, not knowing the destination which proved to be Lantau Island. We had a wonderful cruise in the late afternoon and I took the 'arty shot' which accompanies this post. On arrival at Lantau, I was lost for a while, before discovering that the ferries back to Hong Kong left from a completely different ferry terminal about 3/4 mile away. And so, tired but happy, I was whisked back to the bustle of Hong Kong on a large, fast catamaran.
Of course, I fitted in other explorations by the Hong Kong Mass Transit subway system and by tram before I had to return to the airport for my flight home.
More photographs here.
Thursday, 28 December 2006
The Trials of Sam
Monday, 18 December 2006
Toronto, 2004
Back in July 2004, my friend Rita wanted to visit her daughter, Liz, in Canada, and I accompanied her. It was my first trip to Canada, the first time I'd flown Air Transat. I was impressed by both the country and the airline. I only got to see Toronto and its environs, plus a trip we made through the wine country to Niagara to see the falls, but that was enough to make me want to go back. Toronto is a cosmopolitan city with over 80 ethnic groups, speaking 100 languages and I found the residents very friendly. Once I'd worked out how the streetcar system worked, I was able to get around by "Riding the Rocket", as Toronto Transport Commission markets the tram and subway system. The subway is underground in the city but on the surface as you leave downtown and I used it as much as possible. I also explored parts of the commuter train system. I stayed at trendy 'Drake Hotel' on Queen Street West, midway between the city centre and the house where Liz and her partner Jen were then living, with Jen's father Ben staying in the basement flat.
We made sure of a trip by road to Niagara, taking the 'pretty route' through the wine-making area, stopping at one of the wineries for lunch and a wine tasting. As expected, Niagara is commercial and dedicated to the tourists who flock to look at the falls. To my surprise, I was not offended as you can just walk along the road to a low wall giving a close view of the Canadian Falls without paying anybody. Our time was limited but we decided to go on a trip boat. This involved a walk downstream to where a steep path leads down to a dock at water level. A series of tough little ferry boats, called 'Maid of the Mist' then 'I', 'II' and so on, take you upstream, past the American Falls and up close to the foot of the Canadian Falls. Everybody was issued with a plastic mac and, as we approached the Falls, the effect was not so much disappearing into a mist spray, rather having a fire hose turned on you. But everyone seemed to accept this with good humour and the effect of looking up at the thundering wall of water was truly 'awesome'. We disembarked rather damp but thrilled with the experience. Returning to Toronto, we stopped at a 'Diner' set in a clearing in a forested area - an idyllic, tranquil spot.
Next morning, I took the streetcar and Metro to Sheppard & Leslie Metro station, then walked to the nearest 'GO Train' (commuter train) station for a trip back to Toronto. The train was 'push-pull' with a small driving cab in the leading end of the first double-deck car of the set and a massive General Electric diesel-electric locomotive propelling from the rear. Seeing me taking photographs, the driver very kindly invited me into the cab for the journey back to Toronto Union Station.
The first time we visited the CN Tower, we found the queues daunting so instead booked lunch for the following day when the queues were even longer but the lunch reservation gave us immediate access to the express elevator to the revolving restaurant 1,150 feet above the ground. We enjoyed an excellent lunch with friendly, attentive service and, since the restaurant was only about half full, there was no hurry to leave. The restaurant makes a complete revolution in 72 minutes, giving panoramic views of the city and lots of photographic opportunities. We checked out the windy outdoor observation deck and stood on the glass floor, both 1,122 feet above the ground, but the numbers of visitors discouraged me from standing in line to catch the elevator to the Sky Pod at 1,465 feet above ground.
Returning to ground level, we looked at the outside of a preserved engine shed, a typical 'roundhouse' with concrete coaling plant alongside. Part of the building has been taken over by the 'Steam Whistle Brewery' which produces a popular premium beer. We toured the plant, all stainless steel and shiny, enjoying an informative commentary from one of the young guides. The rest of the roundhouse is not open to the public but is reputed to house a number of preserved steam locomotives.
I established the pattern of rising early and going downtown on the streetcar, each day exploring a different part of Toronto using various streetcar and subway lines, usually taking in a trip on one of the commuter trains before joining Rita and Liz for the rest of the day. My friends found this behaviour odd, but it enabled me to find out a little about the city and look at the public transport systems as well. One day Rita, Liz and I took a trip on Lake Ontario on a modern sailing ship - another great way to view the city. Another day, Ben and I tried out a preserved cargo ship which also gives trips on the Lake. Although we were under sail for part of this trip, most of it was on the auxiliary engine.
In an attempt to convince my friends I was not a complete 'anorak', on my last day I made an early morning trip to Toronto Island, set in Lake Ontario just offshore of downtown Toronto, to take 'arty' photographs of Canada Geese flying low over the lake against the rising sun. Toronto Island is a nature reserve and recreational site, about 4.5 miles long, linked to the city by three ferry routes. I turned up at the dock bright and early, to find the place deserted. Eventually, I found one employee who said he didn't think the ferries started so early on a Saturday. A ferry arrived and enquiries were made - yes, they'd take me. Another panic - all the ticket machines were locked! The employee waved me aboard with a laconic "You're one lucky lady - you get to go for free!". There was only one other passenger and when we docked on the island, he was met by a fire truck, as he was apparently one of the island's firemen! Some people live or stay on the island, but it was pretty quiet and I was able to take some nature photographs. Halfway along the island, I saw another ferry at the second dock, but I'd determined to carry on to the third dock at the far end of the island. When the ferry arrived, it was the 'Ongiara' - the ferry I'd come over on. The deck hand welcomed me aboard with "You're hard to get rid of!"
It was a great trip and I hope to return to see more of Canada.
So where are all these photographs? At the time, I was still using my trusty Canon EOS with real film and I've not yet had the pictures scanned in, but they'll be posted as soon as possible.
You can find the pictures I've so far scanned here and pictures of railways, subway and streetcars appear in a number of sets in the collection Present-day Railways (Overseas).
Sunday, 10 December 2006
Review of the Year, 2006
Well, it's conventional at this time of year to summarise the high spots of the year. Trouble is, as I get older, it's hard to remember earlier than last Wednesday (although odd experiences when I was about nine stand out in stark clarity). The holiday in February was definitely a high spot. Just imagine, Mexico, Ecuador, Galapagos, Chile, French Polynesia, Australia and India! The photograph above shows blue skies over the old British-built prison in Fremantle, Western Australia. For more details, refer to my travel post on this trip here).
Returning to work, 2006 became quite manic, so this took up a lot of my energy. But there was still a little time for engine driving at Peak Rail ('Royal Pioneer', technical photos here), The Battlefield Line (mainly 'Thomas the Tank' events, technical photos here) and Manchester Museum of Science and Industry ('Planet' replica, technical photos at here).
In August, I attended the annual 'Lionsmeet' event in Southport, where live steam models of 'Lion' compete (photos here). As far as the real 'Lion' is concerned, it's been a quiet year. Although I remain a member of the Old Locomotive Committee (the locomotive's supporters group), I've had to give up the task of producing the group's newsletter 'Lionsheart' because of the various demands on my time. (technical photos of 'Lion' are here).
I've also had to give up my roles on the 2-foot gauge Derbyshire Dales Railway where I've been helping for the last few years (photographs here).
During 2006, I became involved in the project to bring a 2-foot gauge live-steam locomotive, 'Phoenix', from Australia to the United Kingdom. Well, the locomotive has arrived and engineering acceptance is proceeding (more details here).
And so we approach Christmas, full of thankfulness for the good things this year and hope for the year to come.
Monday, 4 December 2006
West Bridgford Christmas Market
It had been arranged that the 2-foot gauge steam locomotive 'Sam' would make an appearance although not, sadly, in steam. Well, it took a lot of effort by a lot of people (thanks to all of them) but it happened. As the day wore on, more and more children came to visit 'Sam' and climb into the cab. 'Sam' had a big working headlight and a cheery face but the best part was being able to ring the bell! British steam engines didn't normally carry a bell but it's still mandatory even with modern diesels in some countries.
Malcolm and Anne Sales of Buttercross Photography were on hand to produce souvenir photographs - more details at Buttercross Photography.< /p>
There was a large Craft Fair organised by Alan Woolley. Alan revealed some details of Sam's Secret Fudge Mine. It appears that fudge is mined at a secret location and Sam is sometimes employed in drawing out the freshly-mined fudge. To prove the point, he had a model of the actual fudge mine (although its precise location remains a closely-guarded secret). On demand, a 'G' scale model of Sam would emerge from the mine entrance hauling a single wagon loaded with fudge. I tried the fudge, which was available in various flavours (presumably according to the strata it was extracted from) and confirm it was good. I'm sorry I couldn't photograph the model but Alan is anxious that the details of the mine remain secret.
More photographs of Sam's Big Day Out at West Bridgford.
Sam
I've been involved in standard gauge preservation for over twenty years but a few years ago I also joined the 2-foot gauge Derbyshire Dales Railway and these smaller gauges are starting to grow on me. I'm old enough to remember when most trains were steam trains and I think myself fortunate for that experience. But, as time goes on, people who remember these steam days become fewer. If the preservation movement is to continue, we need to bring in younger people with no direct experience of steam trains. Miniature railways and narrow-gauge lines are a good way of introducing younger children to the excitement of railways because, being smaller, the locomotives are less intimidating.
'Phoenix' is a locomotive with great character which appeals to adults and children alike. It's based on the small H.K. Porter design of contractors and mining locomotives built in large numbers in the United States in various sizes and various gauges. To make life easier for our younger friends, 'Phoenix' has been informally called 'Sam the Steam Engine', or simply 'Sam'.
You can find more photgraphs of 'Sam' at 'Phoenix'.
Friday, 1 December 2006
Round The World Three
With my enthusiasm for the intensive tours undimmed, I set out once again in February 2006:-
Mon 6 Feb 2006:
The adventure begins (again). Monday, noon, I'm in the BA lounge at Terminal 4, Heathrow awaiting my first flight to Mexico. What lies in store? Good things, I hope.
Tue 7 Feb:
Well, I haven’t seen much yet. Flight was uneventful (747-400B). Haven’t been in BA ‘Club World’ before. Reclining seats in pairs but one faces forward, one back, like a love seat, with a low divider. There’s a curious ‘ladies fan’ which deploys above the divider for greater privacy. Electric recline and lumbar support and a tip-up footstool to support the legs. Swinging arm with individual screen. 14 ch audio, 18ch video plus map of journey. Video apparently from tape (so not on demand). Watched the Judi Dench on the Windmill (recommended) and The Curse of the Wererabbit and Grand Day Out from Aardman (excellent). Gave up on the SF The Island, 'cos I found it dire. Cabin attendants excellent but PA announcements from the Chief Purser in the patronising schoolmaster tones I always associate with BA.
Arrived on time - very long walk to immigration. I hustled to get somewhere near the front - by the time I came through immigration there was a huge queue behind. My checked bag was waiting in reclaim. Customs use a system where you press a button and the system decides randomly whether you’ll be subject to inspection. Green! Into the arrivals hall, faced with a long line of touts and greeters holding a variety of signs. Quickly find a very well-dressed man (white shirt, tie, dark suit) from the tour company and soon led to a very smart black limousine with an equally well dressed driver.
Already dark, we take a main road across the city (3 lanes each way plus 2 local lanes each way and in the middle a metro line part of the way: traffic heavy but all moving about 50 mph).
Casa Vieja is a boutique hotel built in the hacienda style in the residential and designer shop area of Pulanco. Splendid suite for me with kitchen area and dining bar, lounge area with hifi and large television (not switched on by me), massive bed and bathroom, all ethnic and carved wood. Very comfortable, very quiet. Light breakfast was in the terrace restaurant and then I found out the BBC forecast was a bit out cos this morning its overcast and none to warm. Have to stop as being picked up to have a look at the city. Note to English teachers: sorry about the lack of apostrophes, brackets and other sundry punctuation. I can{t cope with this Spanish keyboard!
Wed 8th:
A fairly eventful day. Guide arrived (late) then we waited for car to arrive (later) then we went for petrol! And off into the hubbub which is Mexico City. It`s far less American than I expected, probably scruffier than I expected, and there`s less English spoken than I expected (and a lot of the English is so oddly pronounced that it sounds like Espanol - but it`s still better than my attempts at Espanol/Castillano as they varously call it).
There is a quite huge park at Chapultepec (near Polanca) - a colonial legacy. It contains some fine museums which there's not time to visit. We went downtown, parked and looked at some of the buildings from the colonial era and a number of churches.
I divide the history, crudely, into 3 phases - the archaic, the colonial and the modern. Mexico seems a dizzying amalgam of all three. The ancients believed where they found an eagle with a snake in it's mouth, that was the site for their city. Tough break. They found the eagle in the middle of a swamp but, undaunted, they set about reclaiming the land which has become Mexico City. So the city is sinking. Fast. And is subject to periodic earthquakes. So a lot of old buildings are lost and many of the remaining ones are a bit warped.
What's left gives a fascinating insight into the comfortable lives once enjoyed by the Spanish. The whole of Mexico was divided into 200 huge fiefdoms. Some of the palaces remain adapted to more modern purposes - government, museums etc. Construction is a mix of limestone and volcanic rock, cut to brick shape but simply stacked to form walls. It doesn`t look substantial, but many such buildings, like the early churches, have survived well.
The sun came out and it warmed up and all was well. A brief ride on the Metro, more churches then back to the car. On the way out of the city, we stopped at the Shrine of Guadaloupe - a place to which devout pilgrims make their way each year. There`s an underground car park, a covered market selling every type of religious artefact you could imagine. The roof of the car park forms a parade ground, with stations of the cross, a modern bell tower and a modern church (a bit like Paddy's Wigwam in Liverpool). There is a convent and the original church, twisted like an old woman and propped up with scaffolding and concrete. Inside the church (services seem more or less continuous and people come and go all the time) is displayed the allegedly miraculous picture of the Virgin Mary (depicted in Spanish green not blue). To cope with the numbers of faithful trying to look, there are four moving pavements in front of the picture - you get carried right to left, change pavement, come back left to right. If you haven`t finshed your devotion, you go round again.
The strength of the faith in Mexico is remarkable. I didn`t realise the last Pope visited Mexico 5 times (and his Popemobile is on display!). Perhaps 50% average unemployment and endemic corruption in government has played a part. It`s a turbulent history. The blood-minded Aztecs followed by the equally bloody Spanish, attempts at indepence around 1800, the loss of the Northern Lands to America around 1840 and so many polical upsets since. There`s a hotly-contested election next month - almost every wall seems to be sign-written (quite professionally) with political slogans "Firm in our beliefs and policies", "My priority is the women and children".
Then North East on American style highways and toll roads to Teatihuacan. This is a huge ruined city, over 2000 years old, rivalling some of the Egyptian structures. The largest pyramid (yes, I climbed it) almost equals the volume of the Great Pyramid at Giza. State of preservation not too good (old cities are convenient sources of building materials) but the scale and layout are impressive. There's a smaller pyramid commanding magnificent views along the 2km processional highway but we ran out of time, so I only climbed part the way up (guide had insisted we had late lunch first - I had tortilla soup, quite adventurous for me).
Then back to Mexico city, get petrol, carry on East to Tlaxcala, arriving 9.30pm. Catastrophe! The hotel say they have no rooms. Guide undertakes many phone calls, which I can`t follow but eventually accepts my suggestion - find another hotel for me so I can get to bed; post-mortems later. Guide`s boss insists on speaking to me by 'phone to apologise. He alleges it's the hotel's fault. Oddly, I think he may be right (Ruan, please investigate and credit as appropriate) We find a not-very-visually attractive hotel up the road (Hotel Jeroc`s Plaza, website www.jerocs.com.mx) and I pay for my room. Only downside, the room is freezing and there`s no hot water but at least I can get some sleep.
Thu 9th:
Still cold when I get up but by now (09:15) the sun`s out and it`s starting to warm up. I enjoyed a good buffet breakfast and am ready for action. Soon (I hope) the guide will pick me up (he was booked in a motel, apparently) and it's another day sightseeing then back to the first night's hotel, which was excellent - it`s website www.casavieja.com. My initial feeling not-to-good has changed into a cold, with runny nose and sneezing but, oddly enough, I feel much better. So - on with the action!
Picked up from hotel on time and we go to look at centre of Tlaxcala. This town preserves its colonial appearance with a central square with bandstand flanked by attractive buildings including a former viceroy's palace, now the town hall. This town and state allied with Cortez and to this day is something of a pariah in some circles. For a different reason, I think the passions must be similar to Protestant-Catholic in Ireland, where the Battle of the Boyne is talked about as if it happened last week.
Of course, we took in a couple of Churches, Parroquia de San Jose and Sanctuario de Nuestra Senora de Ocotlan before driving into the sticks through a series of villages to Cacaxtla (kah-KASH-tla), the hilltop ruins of the city of the Olmecs dating from 700-900 AD. Built on an impressive huge, low flat pyramid, the walls of the various houses only rise a few feet but colourful wall paintings survive. To preserve these, a huge open-sided roof has been erected overall. It's a magical place commanding marvellous views of the surrounding countryside.
Now, although my guide had excellent historical knowledge, last Saturday I'd found a 15 pound guide book on Mexico for 3 pounds (Kismet, I thought) and this has been my constant guide. "Are we going to Xochitencatl?" I ask. "No, it's not on the tour" he replies. Transpires he's never been there but, after the cock-up last night agrees to go (after 'phoning his boss). Only a few miles from first site, hilltop site (pronounced so-chee-TEN-cahtl) is earlier and dedicated to fertility. Super museum of artifacts, including tiny clay models of pregnant women with cut-away wombs showing the baby. There's the Spiral Pyramid, originally climbed by a spiral path (now there's a steel staircase), a low pyramid called Basement of the Volcanoes and a large flat-topped pyramid with even more spectacular view. Although it was hot and hazy the recently-active volcano of Popocatepetal was clearly visible. Magnificent.
Then we made our way back through tiny villages (horse drawn carts still in use) to the main highway for the around 90 mile return to Mexico City. Pass a number of heavily decorated and loaded pick-ups and lorries heading to the Shrine of Guadaloupe with pilgrims. Also pass a number of backpacking pedestrians walking to the Shrine as a devotion. Amazing! A warm welcome back at the Hotel Casa Vieja. It's a super little hotel and very friendly.
Last evening? Thought I'd better check out the Metro properly. It's a huge, heavily-used system (the website has a good description). Found the local metro station OK and with two changes got to the airport. The second train was having problems and kept doing emergency stops, apparently because of a door indication fault. If you're right at the front, you can check the view through a darkened window. At one stage, the fault annunciator panel was lit up like a Christmas tree!
Looked at the domestic air terminal and the huge models of the airport extensions. Like Heathrow, Mexico has two parallel runways used by international and domestic (5/23 Left and Right). Returned home a different route with 3 changes. Blew a whole 25p on the trip! One route has more modern rolling stock (LED headlights and destination boards, flat screen alarm annunciator and speedometer). The trains are rubber-tyred (like Paris) and do 0-60 in under 12 seconds (that's kpm, not mph!). Interesting how closely trains are allowed to follow. At one point, we stopped at a red only one train's length behind the preceding train.
So, now it's morning. Breakfast, then I fly to Miami, change, and south to Quito (Equador). More when I can.
My photographs of Mexico are here.
Thu 9th:
After a good breakfast I`ve got as far as the American Airlines lounge, checked in for Miami then transfer to Quito. I really liked Mexico. The people are friendly and seem considerate. I hadn`t properly realised what a turbulent history the country had had, I`m ashamed to say. They can clearly be a passionate people - the obvious religious devotion testifies to that. I somehow thought that they`d benefited from proximity to the USA, but I don`t see that that's the case. I think they deserve better than they seem to be getting. Bright sun here and the day warming up nicely.
Thu 9th (again):
Fairly uneventful day travelling. Mexico airport is big and busy but the atmosphere is relaxed and helpful. Miami airport is big and busy and the people seem stressed and brusque. I didn´t enjoy transiting. You now have to complete a Visa Waiver form and Customs form, go through immigration (both forefingers fingerprinted and photograph taken) then go through a detailed security search of your handbaggage and pass through a metal detector, just to get back airside where you started! The flights to and from Miami were American Airlines (737 in, 757 out) but the attendants were friendly and the catering good.
We came into Miami from the West over the bottom of Florida and a big town (not yet identified). The modern residential areas are served by a square grid of roads creating 'neighbourhoods'. Each neighbourhood is pierced by an artistic pattern of curving roads, many cul-de-sacs, making the area ´interesting´. Various designs of house cluster around these roads. Viewed from above it's a surreal patchwork quilt of lines and colours, looking like abstract art for the Gods to enjoy. There was a similar area coming into Miami. I was puzzled by the number of bright blue roofs but, on finals at lower altitude, it appears to be industrial-grade polystyrene, presumably temporary repairs after hurricane damage. There's a desolate swampland coming into Miami: first a wet, pock-marked barren landscape, giving way to a striated area, presumably where there's more water flow. A few dead straight highways pierce this area. Then there´s water control canals, highways and the city itself, mainly low rise except for a clump of skyscrapers downtown and high rise condos on the beach. Don't think it's my sort of town.
Then flew South, over Cuba, Panama, arriving on time Quito about 9pm. Efficient immigration, baggage and customs, soon found my man in the arrival hall - a very pleasant well-spoken young man from the local operators, Metropolitan Touring. During the 20 minute drive to the hotel, he confirmed all the particulars, gave me maps, contact numbers, explained the arrangements. I'm most impressed with the arrangements so far.
Although Quito (pop 1.8 million) is part modern, I'm staying in the Colonial Quarter built by the Spanish, very much to my taste. The hotel is impressive. I'm in the older part of the hotel facing the street (looks as if they've extended at the back in mock-old style but quite well done). My room has a lounge then a wooden open staircase up to a mezzanine with bed and bathroom. Very attractive. You can check it out here. Well, I'd better go get some sleep now.
I've not checked these websites, but they may inform:-
www.metropolitan_touring.com
www.ecuadorable.com (may be same as above)
www.galapagos.org
www.elino.noaa.gov/
www.law.emory.edu/PI/GALAPAGOS/Index.html
www.galapagos-ch.org
www.gct.org.
And Sunday is International Darwin Day! Seems approriate to be here on his birthday. Tie dilation: It's not yet a week since I left home - it seems much longer (in a good way). Saturday: rise at 6, breakfast at 7, Zodiac at 8 to the island for an accompanied walk over lava stone. Rain threatens but never happens - it's a super day. The fauna teems - sealions everywhere, technicolour crabs and lizards, numerous birds. Each guide takes a party of about 12 on a 2K walk over eroded lava rocks. Details will have to wait but it's amazing. Zodiac back to ship. Boat drill at noon. Talk on geology of the islands in lounge. Lunch (fish soup then a buffet where I sampled various things, figs for dessert. We've moved since morning so we now Zodiac to an amazing sealion beach at Gardner Bay. A sealion comes up behind me - I discover their whiskers are hard, like quills. Another comes up and gently 'bites' my leg, not to hurt. It's sometimes difficult to avoid contact. All too soon, take the Zodiac from the beach and rendezvous at sea with a Glass Bottomed Boat to see the fish. At one point, the sea 'boils' with a school of fish. After 30 mins, rendezvous and transfer to Zodiac for a high speed run back to the ship. Collapse. Took ages to type this so I hope it gets through! If anyone wants to reply, do it as the message header above instructs to the ship's e-mail, but I suggest before end of Sunday your time 'cos I leave the boat Monday morning our time.
Incidentally, shortly the ship will have normal internet via satellite but, at present, we have this indirect system I'm using.Round The World Two
I wanted a Day Pass for the Metro in LA, but none of the ticket machines seemed to work and there's no staff. Solved the problem by jumping on a 'bus and getting a day pass there which I could then use on the Metro. I initially felt more vulnerable in LA than anywhere else. Right outside the hotel there were beggards and I saw lots of people out of their minds on drink or drugs. I hadn't realised how Spanish LA is still. Most signs are bilingual and on public transport I heard as much Spanish as (American) English. I took a trip on the light rail to the centre of Long Beach. Very touristy, with a large conference centre and lots of eating places. Not impressed. I saw the 'Queen Mary' from a distance but decided it was not worthwhile getting the 'bus to the ship. The hotel I loved. Built in the '20s in 'Spanish Italian Renaissance' style (the Cunard building in Liverpool is a less-florid example of Italian Renaissance). Although it's totally over the top, it's done with such style and attention to detail, I'm a fan (a bit like some Victorian buildings - done with great confidence). Next morning was hot and sunny. I made a further foray on bus and Metro before being picked up to go to a General Aviation Airport near LAX (I forget the name, it's the one with the Northrop aircraft works) for a helicopter ride. So then I saw from the air all the places I'd seen from the ground, plus lots more. The stars have very little privacy in their Bel Air addresses with helicopters flying over. Did you know Hugh Hefner had pink flamingos in his back yard? Then to LAX for the United flight to Hawaii in "first Class" but United's first class is barely up to other carrier's business class.
Morning: Visit the 'Bowfin' submarine and 'Missouri' battleship (see their website), on which America took the Japanese surrender at the end of WWII. Afternoon: Helicopter tour. I decided that was the only way to see more of Oahu in the limited time. Evening: About to leave for the airport for the international Air New Zealand flight to Auckland, change then domestic to Christchurch. The international leg involves crossing the date line from East to West, jumping from Monday to Wednesday! (I think).