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Travelling south: NOLA and FOOD
On 3/24/15, we headed down to New Orleans with 3 friends, to spend a week in the Crescent City eating and eating and eating and drinking. Our friends have been to NOLA many times. I'd been once for a day or so in 1973, for Peace Corps induction, and JL and I spent three days there, when I was sent to a networking security conference, in the mid- ( Read more... ) -
Long Week
May blessings be heaped on air conditioned busses! We took an excursion to a coffee plantation in Costa Rica, and a rum factory in Nicaragua, traveling to and from in cool busses. All locations were hot and humid; my clothes were sopping in minutes outside the busses and ship ( Read more... ) -
Equatorial musings
Lima was hot and sunny. I got a little heat sick, and pink. Salavery was hot and humid; fortunately I found a straw hat with chin strap and wide brim at a small market that had been set up on the pier. Manta was HOT and HUMID. It was also cloudy, so foolish me dismissed the sunscreen and wore short sleeves. Yeah, yeah. All least I took the hat. Now ( Read more... ) -
A sighting
We docked in Salaverry, Peru, this morning, accompanied by hundreds of pelicans. They flew in a single line of three or five or fifteen, or just messed about. A convention took place in the water, then later it moved to a flat piece of sand, and occupied nearly a square block of space. A A very small group of white birds took up residence next to ( Read more... ) -
Callao and Lima
We docked in Callao yesterday, a huge busy port filled with freighters loading and unloading, and at least two dozen ships anchored off shore, maybe waiting to get inside the breakwater. Using the shuttle busses was the best (only) way to get out of the port and into town, without being run down or arrested ( Read more... ) -
Musings again
I am surprised that most folk dress like they are on a camping trip, not what I think of as international travel togs. JL sez that makes sense, since there are many sea days, and we are encouraged to think of the boat as home. I have to admit, I would happily wear jeans on the boat, but somehow, I cannot do that in a foreign port. I know that ( Read more... ) -
musings
Valparaiso is an oldish city that keeps getting rebuilt. Between frequent earthquakes, the Panama Canal, and vacationers from the capital city of Santiago, sections have been ripped out or abandoned, and rebuilding or new construction is haphazard. Very few grand old buildings remain, the steep hillsides with the great views are crowded with small ( Read more... ) -
I love to eat
After Punta Arenas we enjoyed three sea days, one of which included about six hours of 50+ mph winds. The ship was heeled over and rolling, which made walking interesting and food service treacherous. I loved it. We sat up in the bar called the Crow's Nest, drinking wine, playing Scrabble on our traveling board, watching the waves grow and the ( Read more... ) -
At the bottom of the world
The world really is a round top, spinning around the sun. Sunrise is getting later, sunset earlier, but that will start to change now. We rounded Cape Horn this morning just after dawn ( Read more... ) -
At sea
April 9th, Port Stanley, Falklands, next up Punta Arenas, Chile, then around the horn and Ushuaia ( Read more... )